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"if only he looked back, he would've seen how hurt Justin felt after being called slut by the only man he has ever loved BOOK 2 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride.* completed * LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002120 PREVIEW she works in a fancy restaurant, but that's the only chic thing in her life, poverty hit her the moment her parents died leaving nothing to her, and her Grandfather soon passed away leaving debts for her to pay.Anna worked in double periods to pay the bills of her tiny apartment, and with much effort pay her economy college.she was managing to do well on her own, and all she wanted was her diploma to work on a job of her dreamsVernon a rich Hair bully he

“I don’t know if you’re brave or stupid. You’re just a girl who grew up poor trying to make ends meet. Were you not taught not to look into the eyes of those above you? Did your parents not tell you how they make a living?” Taylor snorted and leaned back on her seat. “What do you mean? Who said I was beneath you?” Anna hissed, “Getting Mr. Sanchez’s attention must’ve given you a spunk of boldness. Not that it surprises me or anything. How much do you want?” “What?” Anna’s lips curled up in disgust. “I know you want money. Mr. Sanchez’s father is not just a shareholder in this company, but in other companies as well.” “Aside his father’s money, he’s not that bad financially. Now, I know the o

Dr Jerome asked and Ana frowned. Dr Jerome was right. Ana comes from a poor family. They live from hand to mouth. Getting the scholarship was the only way to further her education and become the dietician she had always dreamt of so she could start earning some good money to change her family's life. She was so happy when she got the scholarship. She announced it to her mother and sister and they rejoiced with her. She returned home that day holding a bottle of drink which they shared. That was all she could remember. Why will her family do this to her? They had lived their whole life in poverty and they only had to wait a couple of years more and she would be done with school and their life

And the way she is gawking at Ana is more ill-bred. “Of course I do.” Ana says it nicely. “I hope you have been as good as Irma here." She adds. Julie produces an unnerving smirk that arouses my hair. “What did you think? That we would die of poverty because we stopped working for your family? Or that we ended up in the streets?" Ana’s grin fades abruptly while she looks away. Poor girl! “Hey! Be nice, will you?” I snap at Julie. “Who is she?” Angel’s voice startled everyone.

Ponce only laughed at her reaction. “Already mad? That’s the problem when people have dirt to hide. Do you ever wonder how I got to this point? It’s not a secret, so I’ll tell you in case you didn’t know. I grew up poor. Raised by a single mother. And because we had no money, she couldn’t get treatment when she got sick. Eventually, she died, and I bounced from one relative’s house to another. Maybe God took pity on me, because after a few years, a distant aunt took me in and treated me like her own. I studied hard. Befriended the right people and used my charm. Obviously, I had to be smart too. In case you’re wondering — I’m good at blackmail. You saw what I sent you. I already knew you’d m

I need to put our things in place, I'm going to set up Miguel's little room in Ella's old room, we've never lived alone, it's going to be a new routine in our lives, Miguel must be exhausted from moving so much, this is already the third city he lives in, but now it's final, I don't intend to move anytime soon, how funny things are, I left here running away with my son in my belly, swearing to myself that I would never go back to that city, and now here I am again back and willing to start over again, although now it's not from scratch, I returned with new luggage, with new plans. Now I'm going to schedule the paternity test myself, I can't wait to rub the result in that asshole's face, it w

She wondered how people could be so cruel and no doubt she must have done so for the sake of some cash. Paulo parked his car in front of a small duplex with a small lawn and an old fence surrounding the house. “So this is where she lives?” Ana was surprised that they didn't park in front of a mansion or some sort of expensive flat. She had imagined that the nurse must have been paid a lot of money for her to sell off a child to Jack's mother given how wealthy Mariana's family were. “Beats me.” Paulo undid his seatbelt and stepped out of the car along with Ana at the same time. They walked towards the house and opened the small gate to enter the lawn. They walkes up to the front porch and Pau

Anaya POV: I woke up when suddenly opened by amma bi." child...come ,eat something...you will be hungry",she said." no amma bi I'm not hungry... I don't want to eat anything ",I said while struggling to keep my eyes open. " no child...look how you are... You didn't anything from yesterday " she said. " I said I don't want to eat anything ",I said in frustration. Amma no got up and left the room. I can't live here and wait for marriage. I need to do something.

“I can get you another job, a much better one if you need. If you want money…” “I don’t want your money!!” Ana half-yelled, and then quickly turned back to know if there was any reaction from inside the house. “You rich kids think money can solve everything, I don’t want your money, Mr. Grey… Keep your stupid money to yourself. Just go away from my life and never come back, I hope our paths don’t cross again, I hate you so much!! You disgust me and I never want to see your face again!!” she spat as tears began to roll down her eyes.

Yana retorted, meeting his gaze with equal intensity, unafraid and unyielding. The man released her hair. Yana breathed a sigh of relief, but then, unexpectedly, he punched her hard in the abdomen. She crashed to the floor, groaning in pain, her eyes squeezed shut, almost losing consciousness. She clutched her stomach; the pain was familiar. Pain had become her definition of hope, a reminder that she needed to survive for her family. It would be unfair to her sister if she gave up just because of a little pain. She managed to sit up, clutching her injured stomach. She was used to his violence when things didn’t go his way. Yana had been gone for days without telling him where she’d been, bus