Where Can I Read Mother'S Ruin: A Mother’S Addiction And Her Daughter’S Survival Online?

My mother was the president of a listed corporation, she was both rich and powerful. More importantly, she loved me more than anything in the world. Meanwhile, my father was a man who cheated on her. When he found out his mistress was pregnant with a girl, he beat her until she miscarried and ended up in prison. So when the judge publicly asked me to choose between my mother and my father, everyone assumed the custody battle was just a formality. That was until I walked past my mother's trembling, outstretched hand and firmly chose my father instead. Everyone was shocked into speechlessness. In my previous life, I had chosen my mother, the one who spoiled me rotten. She was the type to buy the whole bakery just because I casually mentioned I wanted their cake. When I complained it was too sunny, she immediately arranged for four helicopters to put up a sunshade cloth and shade me. She even deposited a hundred thousand dollars on my school meal card because she was worried I wasn't eating well. Even though she spoiled me like a true princess and paved the way for me through life, I don't want anything to do with her in this life.

My mom is a pathological liar who enjoys making herself seem like the victim. Unfortunately, I'm always the scapegoat. When I was little, there was one time when she went out to play poker with her friends. As a result, she forgot to go home and prepare dinner on time. After that, she slapped me in front of the entire family. "This brat ran off to god knows where earlier! I went out looking for her, which is why dinner got delayed!" Because of that lie, I had to kneel in the courtyard throughout the night. When I was studying, I had to take an extremely important exam. My teacher repeatedly reminded the parents to prepare all materials required for their children. But my mom didn't even prepare anything for me. After that, she even said in front of everyone, "I've already prepared the materials for her. She was the one who threw them away when she was on her way to school because she didn't want to take the exam at all!" Since then, all of my classmates ostracized me throughout my entire school life. After I came of age, my mom kept crying to me in the middle of the night. "Your father has been abusing me for so many years. I had to endure everything for your sake, you know!" I advised her to get a divorce, only for her to tell an exaggerated version of what I said to my father. "Your daughter egged me on to divorce you! She said she doesn't need a useless father like you! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I'm telling you this!" He flew into a fit of rage on the spot, which led to him accidentally pushing me down the stairs. I died on the spot from the fall. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day my mom cries to me about my dad for the first time.

I was crushed into a pulp by a speeding semi-truck while my mother was at a baking class with my cousin. When I called her, desperate, she only snapped at me. "What's all the racket? Kyle burned his hand because your call distracted him. Did you do that on purpose?" The next day, in her capacity as one of the city's most celebrated morticians, she was assigned to restore the face of a body mangled beyond recognition. She worked on it for a full day and night and still couldn't bring back the dead woman's face. Mom, can you really not recognize her? That's the face of the daughter you hated most.

⚠️ 18+ WARNING ⚠️ This novel is intended for mature readers (18+) only. "Look at you," Tristan murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "You’re starving for it, aren’t you? Such a greedy little girl." He tugs on the belt, using it like a leash to urge me forward. "Be a good girl and suck me off." ***************** She entered her mother's mansion as an unwanted daughter, believing she'd only have to endure the cold stares and cruel words. She never expected to leave her heart in the hands of her stepfather—a man she could never have, yet the only one who ever made her feel like she belonged. But in a house built on secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desires, loving him may cost them everything. After years of watching her father battle cancer, Anastasia loses the only parent who ever truly loved her. Forced to abandon her education to help pay his overwhelming medical bills, she is left with nothing but grief, debt, and a home she can no longer afford. On the day of his funeral, the woman who abandoned them years ago returns. Dressed in luxury and now with a billionaire man, her mother acts as though she never walked away. With nowhere else to go, Anastasia reluctantly follows the woman she swore she'd never forgive, unaware that accepting her mother's offer will change her life forever.

When Elena Morgan catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend, her world collapses. But nothing prepares her for the next heartbreak — learning her mother’s scandalous affair has gone public. One night of pain leads to one reckless decision: a one-night stand with a stranger. The next morning, Elena discovers the man is her mother’s new lover… and her new boss. Elena fights a forbidden desire that refuses to fade. When an unexpected pregnancy threatens to expose everything, a ruthless family matriarch unveils their secret — shattering their lives. Torn between love, guilt, and redemption, Elena must choose between saving her mother or saving herself… even if it means losing everything.

The day my mom was beaten up for being a mistress, I slammed the family crest into my dad’s face. I had been studying abroad, and on my return flight, I came across a video. The title read, [Richest Family’s Heirs Defend Their Mom and Beat Up Mistress.] In the video, my mother was wearing coarse linen clothes while my brothers surrounded her. They were punching and kicking her. They even tore her clothes and cussed her out as a shameless mistress. Her eyes were teary as she desperately tried to explain. However, she was only met with mocking laughter. A stranger in haute couture stood shielded behind them, and she sweetly said, “Alright, I know you’re doing this for me, but we don’t need to waste our time on ungrateful people.” The surrounding guests showered her with birthday wishes and praised her for her graciousness. “This is the grace befitting Mrs. Roth! Do some people really not own a mirror at home?” “A mistress dares to call herself Mrs. Roth? Doesn’t she know the entire Roth family was built on her assets? Which part of her looks like a lady?” Hearing them call her “Mrs. Roth,” I clenched my phone, and the screen reflected my icy expression. I had only been away from home for three years. How did I not know that I had acquired such a despicable “mother”?