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Chapter 1

“Aira? Sweetheart? What are you doing there?” I immediately turned and saw Mom looking at me.“I’m washing the dishes, our maids are busy cleaning the rooms, and the other helpers are cleaning-- ““Sweetheart, that’s why we have a helper for them to clean and do the housework here. Let go of that! Look at the dirt on your hand!”Mommy pulled my hand near the sink and washed it. She took the soap and soaped my hand. Then she took some alcohol to put in my hand.She made me stand by her side while our helpers were in front.“Why did you let Aira wash those plates!! Do you all want to be fired!” Irritation filled Mom’s face.“Mommy, it’s not their fault. I’m just bored, so I washed...” I didn’t finish what I was about to say when Mommy faced me while gazing at me.“Why is it that when you’re bored, you’re cleaning or you’re washing things, when you’re bored tell me because we can go shopping, we’ll buy everything you want?” I scratched my left eyebrow.Our helpers all bowed and I could e

Chapter 2

The bully's slave/Pseudonym

“Ahhh! Oh my gosh!” I suddenly fell into a canal on the side of the road. Thankfully, I already finished eating my ice cream before falling into this canal. I slowly turned to Yaya Celine. She was covering her mouth now while looking at me. “Are you okay Yaya Celine?” I asked worriedly. “I should be the one to ask you, Senorita!” She says.“Are you okay?” Her voice was full of concern. She held out her hand to me and helped me climb. It’s not deep. But my ass hurt a lot and then the canal smelled so bad, like terrible.I looked at Yaya because she’s now covering her nose. The other people looked at me, and then the others were forcing themselves not to laugh.Looking at my dress that used to be pink, now it looks like it turned black...?“Do I smell so bad, Yaya Celine?” I gaze at her, blinking. Oh yeah, I smell so bad. Even my nose is hurting because of this smell. How much more of Yaya Celine?“No, you smell so good even though you fell in the canal, Senorita.” I can’t help my smi

Chapter 3

The bully's slave/Pseudonym

I woke up early because I have classes right now. Mommy prepared my uniform, my bag, and my food. Mommy doesn’t want me to eat food in the cafeteria. Well, I’m used to this since middle school.After we ate, they both took me to school.“Bye Mom, bye Dad. I love you!” I kissed their cheeks and waved at them both.“Goodbye, be careful, okay? We’ll fetch you after your class.” Daddy says, then waves at me too.“Good morning Aira!”“Good morning!”“Morning Aira!”The students greeted me when I entered the university.My name is Shaira, but everybody keeps calling me Aira. Mom and Dad call me Aira too. I never heard someone call me Shaira. It would be nice if someone would call me Shaira, not Aira.“Aira, do you want some?” My eyes widened because some girl was in front of me. She’s holding an ice cream right now. I stepped back a little when I noticed the flavor of Ice cream she was holding right now.“Aira, isn’t this your favorite?” she kindly asks. Everybody knows me, but I don’t kn

Chapter 4

The bully's slave/Pseudonym

“Sweetie, don’t cry, you’ll get ugly if you cry.” Daddy stopped the car, got out, and got in the backseat. He hugged me and brushed my hair using his right hand.“Only 1 month.” I heard Mom’s voice.“5 months.” We both look at each other.She took a deep breath and said. “2 months.” I pressed my lips together and said. “4 months.”“Okay fine, 4 months after that you’re going home!” I want to jump right now, I’m so happy!“Yes! Thanks, Mommy. You’re the best! By the way, I’m going to study there.”“What? You mean, you want to go to the school near your Grandma’s house?”“You have no friends there Aira, and you don’t even know what kind of attitude they have.”“Maybe they’re kind,” I said.“Maybe, we’re not sure.” “Mom, don’t overreact. I’ll be okay.” I murmured and held her hand.“Alright, we’ll visit you three times a week. And don’t worry about things at school, your dad and I will handle it all.”Mom doesn't look happy with this but anyway my mom will be okay with this, she just n