Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0092

After the first time I was adopted, my guardians and foster homes became a blur of faces and places. Each family I went into always mistreated me and I was lucky to be smart enough to always be able to escape. It was like a whirlwind of being scolded and punished by the orphanage officials for either misbehaving with my foster parents or running from my foster home and then before I knew what was happening, I was being adopted again and thrown into another bitter family. Having a sweet quaint family just hadn't been something I was lucky with.

Eventually, the officials got fed up with giving me out since I was bound to return or be returned so they just left me there. Even if anyone said they wanted me, they would shake their heads and say, "Sorry, that one isn't up for grabs."

I personally preferred life in the orphanage too. Apart from the poor food- oh. The food could be so terrible and the harsh environment, there was nothing particularly bad about staying at the orphanage. Atleast, to me. It was better than staying in homes where I either get yelled at for something did not do or get hit just because my foster parents had a bad day and since there was no other way to vent out their anger, they would assume their adopted daughter was patiently waiting for them to take out their anger and frustration on her.

In the orphanage, my life was austere and boring and quiet and 1 liked it like that. I liked the serenity. I liked the lack of chaos.

was twelve years old. I had been living a pretty

stretch my plate to the servers, she passed me and the

the first time I was given that look. It wasn't the second time either. I had gotten

was differt. The

just brought to

in the hospita, she had to be gotten out of the way. Obviously, this poor girl wasn't used to fighting her way through hungry kids to get her plate filed so she always gorpushed out

and zero strength left in

window upstairs and I could look into the compound of the vile next to us kect seen the maids in the villa bring out food to throw away. The shocking thing was that most of the food looked perfectly okay

body trembled and my forehead dripped with perspiration as I made my way downstairs and stuck out of the orphanage home. My only focus was getting food