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Nathalia finds herself going from one jeopardy to another. Do you think there'll be light at the end of the tunnel for her? 'Why me?!' is a cringy yet exciting experience you don't wanna miss, grab your popcorns and get readyyy.... don't forget your tissues also.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Warning ⛔‼️❌

This book contains strong violence, sexism and some matured themes!!

🦋 Natalia's p.o.v🦋

I am Nathalia Campbell, only daughter of Mr John and Mrs Carol Campbell.

When I turned fifteen, my dad's attitude towards me changed. The normal daddy-daughter love vanished from his eyes and was replaced with lustful stares and desires.

He would grab my butt and squeeze when mom wasn't looking and smile smugly at me.

One night when i was sixteen, mom was away and he slinked to my room, then began to touch me all over my body.

I was horrified and scared. I pleaded with him to stop but he didn't listen to me. He had his way with me, that night and took away my innocence.

He warned and threatened me not to tell my mom. I was so sad and angry and disappointed in my father and i began to doubt if he was my real father.

Some months later, my mom and I found out I was pregnant and my mom in a state of sheer disappointment and anger asked me who was responsible for it.

I summoned courage and told her it was my father and she flared up.

My father denied it and told her I usually hung out with notorious street urchins and probably got pregnant by one of them, then tried to cover up.

My mom was so angry that I lied and falsely accused her husband, she beat the daylight out of me and swore she would never have anything to do with me again.

My father also abandoned me and together, they threw me out of the house and told me to go look for the person responsible for my pregnancy.

That marked the ending of my education.

A highschool dropout.

I barely survived in the streets. I couldn't cope in my condition....the harsh weather, lack of my necessary diet and all.

I finally had a miscarriage.

I spent three years in the streets and quickly adapted to the street life even if it was kinda hard.

There was a certain young man who always passed by and dropped some money close to me, where i usually begged for food, then he would walk away.

I was more than thankful to the generous soul.

Only God knows how hard I prayed for him and how I asked to bless him abundantly.

One fine day, the young man stopped in front of me and asked why I was out in the streets. He said I was too young and beautiful to suffer out there and I told him my awful story.

He felt bad and promised to continue stopping by and dropping some money for me.

He was so kind and caring and I soon fell in love with the kind stranger.

Sooner than expected, he took me into his home to live with him....feeding, clothing and providing shelter for me all at once. My joy knew no bounds.

Little did I know that I was about to open a new chapter of my jeopardy.

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