The Struggles of the Prostitute

My name is Gemma, and sometimes they call me Gem. I'm 20 years old. I'm studying at a renowned university. I have a sharp face, big eyes, and a tan complexion that is neither very fair nor very dark. And I want to say without shame that I sell my body in order to survive. My family has a large export business. Our family's financial status is wealthy, reaching billionaire levels. I have enjoyed a comfortable life since childhood. Unfortunately, my mother passed away when I was young. Just one year ago, my father introduced a woman named Emma to our home and informed me that she was his new wife. Emma has a stepchild named Jin, who is only one year older than me. Initially, I didn't feel anger towards my father for bringing someone else to replace my mother. I understood that he was likely feeling lonely and desired companionship. Moreover, both my stepmother and Jin have been kind to me. Everything seemed to be going well. Until my father got into a car accident and passed away. After the funeral, my stepmother revealed her true self. All the things she did while my father was alive were just a facade. She isn't as good as I thought. A few days after my father's funeral, my stepmother forced me to leave our house. All of my father's shares went to her. She made me stay in a small house that was quite far from the main house. She didn't allow me to spend a single penny and said that if I wanted money for personal expenses, I had to work in exchange. She and her child made me do various chores, including sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, dusting, and cleaning the bathroom. I had to do everything for just five bucks. Jin likes to tear up or burn my homework. I have nothing to submit to my teachers. It has even reached a point where I almost lost the opportunity to take exams. They refused to pay a single dollar for my tuition fees. My stepmother told me to quit and study at a public school. In order for her to pay for my tuition, I had to endure, hold back, and suppress my feelings. Initially, I cried a lot, missing my mom and dad. I even contemplated suicide... but I didn't go through with it. I wonder why my mom and dad didn't take me with them. I wish I could live with them. I wish Dad had known the true character of his new wife before he was gone. I made my decision based on the advice of my close friend, Amber. She told me to use my body for me to have money. Of course, I did not want to do it but the circumstances around me forced me to. If I don't do it, I won't have any money. Moreover, I had to drop out of school because I couldn't afford the tuition fees. The little kid named Gemma, who had a cheerful personality, spoke well, and loved to smile, and whose life used to be filled with happiness. Now...that Gemma has already died because of everything that happened. What is happiness? I can't remember the last time I smiled.