Lust Contracts 18+ Hunting for Love with My Three Contract Husbands Chapter 5

Chapter 5: A New Life

A few days later, the couple that ca to see in the orphanage returned and I was taken back along with them. I didn’t have any belongings and I left the orphanage with pretty much all that I had on. While in the back seat of their car, I looked through the back window at the orphanage as the car was driving away. Sohow, I had a feeling that I would never ever return to this place. Generally, I was over the moon happy, I was able to leave without any regrets except for one: I didn’t get to say good bye to the older guy that saved from the fire.

Goodbye big brother...we probably won’t ever see each other again...

When I thought that a single drop of tear rolled down my cheek and I secretly wiped it away so that the couple wouldn’t see crying. Honestly, after that day I was too busy adapting and living my new life that the thought of that big brother never crossed my mind again for a very long while. He beca part of the old life that I had to leave behind.

The ride to my new ho was a very long one and sowhere along the journey I fell asleep in the car. When I woke up, we had already arrived. I rembered the shock that I felt at the size and beauty of the house that I would call ho. The woman opened the door for and gestured with her hand for to get out of the car.

“Soone co here! Take his girl and shower her properly. Make sure she is clean and well-dressed before dinner,” the woman who was now supposed to be my new mother said.

Without saying anything to the two of them left standing there and entered the house. Soon enough a middle-aged woman dressed in a black maid uniform ca and took by the hand. She took inside the house and directly to a very large bathroom where she bathed and cleaned . I was amazed at the size of the house and its wonderful decoration. My real mother used to work in a house like this, but it was much bigger and much more sparkly. I’ve been there with her many tis before when she worked, and I had ti off from school. This house in front of was pretty but smaller than that one and less majestic. However, it was still a nice house and much better than the orphanage. I wondered if I would have my own bed.

I never dreamt that I would get to live in a house like this. After the bath, the maid dressed in a pretty and very soft light pink dress before clipping on a matching bow into my hair. She showed to a mirror where I could see my own reflection from head to toe. I couldn’t help smiling a little at my own reflection. The dress made look and feel like a little princess.

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The maid led down to the dining room where a large table was set, and my new parents were waiting for in their seat. The woman took to my seat and helped sit down. The food in front of looked extrely tasty and slled appetizing. It made my mouth water and I suddenly felt very hungry.

“We are all here so we can start eating,” mother said.

“Thank you...” I said softly.

When I began eating, I could feel her eyes on while my father didn’t pay much attention. She observed all throughout the al until I was done eating. No one said anything while we ate. It was when the maids had cleared the dishes away that my mother started to speak.

“We have to work on your table manners along with everything else but that’s ok. You have a pretty face and if nothing else that can be your saving grace,” mother said.

I didn’t know what to think about what she said. Honestly, I felt confused, but she did say that I had a pretty face, so I guess all was well and good. Whatever she said next, I just nodded my head.

“If you understand what I’m saying, I want you to say ‘yes, mother’,” she said.

“Yes, mother,” I replied obediently.

I didn’t care back then if what she told was right or wrong. It also didn’t matter if I liked it or not. What mattered was that my new parents were satisfied so that they wouldn’t send back to the orphanage. I heard before that children who were adopted and sent back would never be adopted ever again. Honestly, I was scared.

“From now on you will live as our daughter. I had a daughter who unfortunately passed away recently. You will take her na and live a life that would make us proud. Your na is now Elena Townswell,” she said as her eyes watched intently.

“Yes, mother,” I said.

The years went by, and I grew up. My parents invested a lot of money into by sending to the best schools and the best classes. I learnt everything that was necessary to hold my place in high society from dancing, singing, playing the piano, cooking on top of regular school courses. At the age of sixteen, I successfully entered a highly competitive school for girls. Basically, it was a school famous for educating and grooming young ladies to beco the perfect wives to their future perfect and rich husbands.

It was a little before that ti that I had figured out that the ultimate goal of my parents was to marry off to a very wealthy man all for our own benefit. Everyone in the school all talked about their dreams of marrying their dream husband. Their dream husband coincidentally all had the sa characteristics. He had to be rich, famous, and if possible, handso. For the first ti, I understood what this beautiful face and figure of mine was made for.

–To be continued...