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.

an orphanage until I was twelve years old. I had been living a pretty simple unattached life until

of terrible and insufficient breakfast. Still I struggled to get a plate but by the time I was able to stretch my plate to the servers, she passed me and the other kids behind me a sympathetic look that said'

time either. I had gotten used to it and I had also

But that day was differt. The previous

brought

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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 to

home. My only focus was getting food in my tummy as scaled the fine tall shrubs of the villa and