روايات وقصص ضمن Slumdog Millionaire

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand.” It was a miracle I was even here. Just two days ago, I was being dragged through the town square by my adoptive parents, screamed at, humiliated, and sold off like cattle to whoever would take me—all because they wanted extra money for their gambling debts. Mrs. Santiago had happened to pass by that day. She hadn’t looked at me with pity; she had looked at me like she had found exactly what she needed. She paid them a sum that could feed my old household for years, and took me away without a second thought. I didn’t know why she chose me, but I knew better than to question it. Survival was all I had left. We walked through wide, marble-floored hallways until we st

“First few months were very beautiful. I had everything. We lived in a shanty that had two small rooms, in Dharavi slums (the largest slum area in Mumbai). He worked the whole day. I kept the house. Evenings after he was home, he was the most loving husband. I became pregnant and things changed. He used to beat me up constantly. Deny me food. Find faults in everything I did. I had seen a good life with him. I tried to improve, to keep him happy but nothing worked. My baby was born preterm and with very low weight. He said he was sorry it was because of him. He said we should leave the baby with my parents and give them money to take care of the girl. The village air would make her healthy a

How disgusting! It was all Caroline’s fault that Yvonne had had to meet up with that man! Yvonne had done some research beforehand. That man was a notorious criminal in Macldo known for raping women. He had been jailed plenty of times before, and there were even rumors saying that he was a psychopath. He enjoyed torturing women, and almost all of his victims suffered the horrible fate of being paralyzed for the rest of their lives. Regardless of his sins, he was the son of a wealthy businessman who would hire the best lawyers to lighten his sentence. In the end, he only needed to serve his sentence of being jailed for several years.

But the money presented to him was too much to override, and coupled with the fact that his life was threatened by Robert Jimmy, a mul-time Billionaire that everyone knows Not just that, they were partnets in crime before being deported from Canada and everything he owns were raised from Roberts illegal deals when they were in Canada so He had to do it. Here he was sitting with the man that he just betrayed the holy book says that friendship was meant to be a strong bond, stronger than that of a brother, a bound guided by trust but yet he just succeeded in shattering it, he felt a deep sense of guilt inside and he knew he could not hold it for long.

“I’m sorry for barging in, but you need to turn on the news. Now.” Something in Janine’s voice made my stomach clench. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The moment the screen lit up, my blood ran cold. Asher Sterling, Heir to a Business Empire, Allegedly Linked to Human Trafficking A grainy picture of me standing next to a known fugitive filled the screen. My lips moved in the image as if in conversation. Beneath it, an audio recording played, a distorted version of my voice discussing “business” with a man infamous for trafficking.

“This has to be a joke.” Kellen’s smile widened, cruel and devoid of warmth, the scar on his face pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Jail is a joke to you, too, right?” “This is absurd!” I protested, voice rising. “Absurd?” His eyes sparkled with sinister amusement. “Like every slave contract ever written.” I glared, shaking my head in disbelief. “I can’t cook,” I shot back, desperate to undermine his ridiculous demands. “I don’t care,” he said without hesitation. “But my food better taste as good as I do.”

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

"It was said that a night Kathy was done cleaning Lavinia and Raven's room, when the fvcking bastard Raven walked in, drunk and groggy, and he fvcking rapes the eighteen years old Kathy, who was yet to have a future like me, you can say it runs in the genes 'No Future....' Without mercy, after Lavinia who only cares about luxury, heard what her husband had done with the maid, she threw her out without same mercy, sending her out to the ruthless streets of Texas... Months later, Kathy finds out she is pregnant, and guess what she did? She tells Raven, the fvcking foolish spêrm donator, who goes ahead to tell his fvcked up wife who couldn't give birth on her own, and uses a fvcken surrogate mo

The disdain and hatred in his eyes were such that she only saw when he came out of coma the first time and when he forced her to the hospital to get an abortion. This is not the man who made love to her. Who groaned out in pleasure and promised to love her alone forever. The one who fucked her all night and all morning. No, he is not the one. This is the old Louis, the ruthless billionaire in Oak city, the one who once divorced her and treated her with disrespect. "Just leave," Ellis instructed. He cannot think of anything right now. He wants to give Louis some time and see if there's anything he can do to salvage the situation.

Seth handed her two folders, "Here are the scripts I have selected for you. Read them as soon as possible, and I will take you to the auditions in a few days." Jane took the folders and opened one of them, her expression shifting slightly. "'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow'? Didn't investors pull out, making it impossible to film?" Seth raised an eyebrow, "Some fool recently invested 500 million in it. Filming is about to begin." Jane felt something was off about his words, but she brushed it off and opened the other folder, "Anya Banerjee". This script was based on a classic solo game she had seen Jonathan play before. The graphics were subpar, but the storyline was moving.