Novel & Cerita Slumdog Millionaire

~ Miss Ivorida our contract marriage begins from now and just like I told you, your duties are to lie under me and get paid don't be too foolish to think I fell in love with you or something, head over to the civil affair later and get our marriage certificate, I have important things to do other than that, a large drop of tears falls as she read what was written on the piece of paper over again. Am I that worthless to him, do I seem like a prostitute to him; she asked loudly to no one in particular and wiped her eyes, the moment she tried to get up from the bed she fell on her butt and realized it was due to the intense pain and shaking of her thighs, she slowly tried to get up and hafly cr

“Just like what I told you before, my grandmother raised me. When I was young, my parents were so busy with work. So to protest from them, I went a bit wild. Believe it or not, I was always the center of trouble. There’s no day when I came to school without band-aids all over my face. So everyone thought of me as a thug and they did not want to be my friend or foe.” If other people will hear this, they wouldn’t believe that Lance, who has an innocent face, had experienced a story like that. But since I’ve been with him for a month, I can believe his story. He has the face of an angel, but I can sense that inwardly, he’s a bastard. ‘I feel sorry for calling him like that, but I firmly believe

Without waiting for him to reply, she mouthed 'behave' and walked away to a small distance. Uneasy at the unwanted task, Samar looked at her best friend, and then stared ahead. In a teeny-tiny corner of his heart, he felt inferior to Archer Calhill. He was an American oil tycoon, while Samar, it rips off all the embellishments of his job, was basically a hoodlum. Where Calhill and Maahi were post-graduates from a prestigious university, he was a college dropout. Once or twice, he had even wondered if the reason Maahi found decorating his house more interesting than talking to him, was because of his lack of opinion on various current affairs of the world. After all, she was best friends with

“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.”

It hurt. That morning had started off quite badly for Liam. Right after his jog, he went up to Dion’s room. It was his duty, he had to make certain that Dion was awake and well. Liam found himself being scolded only for showing concern over the bruise on his master’s forehead. “Get away from me, son of nobody.” Dion went on, “What makes you so worthy to know my business? These are issues faced by people of upper class. A mere peasant like yourself can never understand. I only pay you to be my tail, nothing more. If you feel that I pay you way too much for the little work that you do, do tell and I will gladly cut your wages. You suck at the job anyway. Now turn around and get out.” Though ve

“So what do you say?” I gulp. “No.” He raises a brow. “No?” “Absolutely not.” I say more firmly. “I’m not something you can keep.” “A million dollars.” He murmurs, leaning closer. My heart skips a beat. “Be my personal whore,” he continues, voice low, “and I’ll pay you a million dollars. Monthly.”

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

he said with a smirk. He is the owner of this company??? It means...he is my new boss??? This is more than shocking. I drank the remaining water left in the glass. "So, you are going to be my new boss?"I asked when I finally got my voice back. "Yes. But, on one condition," he said. This is making me nervous! He has a condition! "And what is it?"I asked nervously. "You will have to become my personal slave too," he said with a smirk. WHAT??????? HIS SLAVE?????? HELL NO??????

another sneered leaving me in shame. I glanced around and saw some people stare and chuckle, "Hey you girls, won't you stop being stupid!!" I swallowed hard as they laugh mockingly.. One of them flung a dollar note to me, "Go get something to eat!" they mocked and made fun.. I breathed and turn away leaving the money, can't believe I just did a mistake of coming here where the rich lives, I just left the slum and got myself here, now I was just insulted!!

"You did this! You brought them here to finish me off!" "I simply acknowledged the truth," Sophia replied, turning to the cameras with a poised, chilling elegance. "I truly hope Mr. Miller keeps her on. It is vital for the community to see that even those who commit the unthinkable can attempt to earn their bread. After all, at her current minimum wage, it will only take her... roughly four thousand years to settle her debts. It’s a long road, but she has to start somewhere." The news hit the internet instantly, categorized under the headline: The Saint vs. The Scrubber. The contrast was so sharp, so visually arresting, that it became the ultimate meme of the decade—the definitive image of "