My Naughty Fiance's

My Naughty Fiance's
Prologues


The Helli Lepisto Diary.


I was born from the womb of a paid woman. Remember, a paid woman in the sense of wisdom, whose daily life is spent peddling. Ah, still don't understand? Yes, I was born from the womb of a pe-la-cur. Luciana Lepisto. In addition to whoring, selling, flirting with thirsty men, who are troubled with household harmony, such men are the ones who come to the woman I call mother. I thought so, in fact, my mother was also very interested in men who were far below her age, or rather she was referred to as a child.


How could my mother be like that? I don't know either. Did he do that cheap thing to meet our needs? Confess me? Unfortunately, no. He sold himself for his pleasure. As far as I can remember, he never gave me pocket money or decent food. I'm used to taking care of my own business. Since when? I can't remember. Maybe after I can change my own diaper.


Regarding my name, Helli Lepisto, the same last name as her. It was natural, considering that he slept with many men. I don't know how many sperm formed me into a human being. Fortunately, my face was very similar to that of Lady Luciana Lepisto, so there was no presumption that I was an unexpected wasted child.


However, in hindsight, it was possible that my mother did not want me either. Hey, he never asked about what I was doing. He never asked me about my dreams either. Speaking of dreams, I just want to have a full and warm family. There is no greater dream than that desire. Although I'm sure, to make that happen is very difficult considering it takes a lot of effort to figure out who my biological father is. It's highly unlikely that I'll file a DNA test on any man who's a customer. Oh my God, I laughed thinking about this. They just sleep on the same bed.


One night's love doesn't mean you have to be tied down. One night on the bed was not a relationship, but a pleasure, wasn't it? After all, at home they wait for the people they call family. But I wonder who my father is? Is it true that I was formed from a collection of speerma of striped-nose men. How many men did my mother serve in a day? Oh my God, I shudder in disgust at the thought of it. It's laughable and very, very, disgusting. I was ashamed, but I loved my mother even though she was very reluctant to look at me. He never even looked me in the eye when he talked to me. I doubt he knows the distinctly different color of my eye bead.


The fruit fell not far from the tree, it seemed like the saying matched me. Because when I walk, I always see men looking at me in a brazen way. Is it because they know who my mother is or inside me has indeed grown ja to the lang seedlings, Ja-Lang!


Is it true that I will grow up to be a pathetic woman like my mother? I don't know. But as far as I can tell, no matter how far I travel, I will not be able to escape from my origins being born from the womb of a woman of the night. I can't be anything other than what was destined for me when I was born.


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The blonde girl exhaled a long breath hearing a very unpleasant shrill sound heard. Helli closed his notebook, it's time for work!


"Stop raising your voice, Mrs. Benito. Otherwise, your neck veins could break." Helli popped his head from behind the bathroom. "I'm in a stomachache, let me finish my business for a minute."


"You're wasting my time, Helli. Customers have protested, why brand orders have not arrived."


"alright. I'm going out. Don't blame me if my body gives off a disgusting pleasant aroma. I haven't cleaned my ass. There's no toilet paper here."


"Euy, you're disgusting. Sterilize all your bodies. I don't want to lose a customer because of your slovenly, dirty looks. Oh my God, why should I hire this Lepisto girl."


"Because you know I'm very diligent and reliable!"


Yes, Helli is a milkman, a newspaper deliveryman, an introduction to anything that can make money in a clean way. At the age of 15 years, he had to slam bones to support himself. He tried to change destiny, not wanting to live like his mother drowned in the valley of blasphemy. He had to save himself, save his mother.