Belle Da Costa Greene Mother Novels & Stories

Bella nodded. "She is really beautiful and has a good figure. Although she was wearing a casual coat just now, she looked like a movie star. You should pay more attention to your appearance! Anyway, she is his ex-wife now. He doesn’t have custody of the child, so it is not a big deal. But you still have to try your best!" Bella’s mother preached. Bella nodded casually because she was thinking about another thing. She had heard that Grace couldn't give birth to children, but why did Mr. Morgan have a biological son now?

I'm guessing that that lady is Jae. "It's been so long!" Jae squealed. She looked at Caleb and I. "Your kids are so cute! They look so much alike, like as if they're twins!" Mom frowned. "Jae—" Jae grabbed Mom by the arm. "Come in, come in." Dad gave a low whistle. "Come on kids." The insides were of lime green. The first thing you'll see when you walk in is the living room and the kitchen. Their house is a one storey house, so all the rooms are visible when you sit on the couch. Nevertheless, their house looks wonderful.

She insisted we stay in separate rooms like we were still in high school. I remembered her vaguely from past school events. PTA meetings. Soccer games. She was always the best dressed woman there, always the one with eyes that lingered a second too long, always smelling like money and temptation. Seeing her again at twenty-two was like seeing a goddess step out of a fogged up mirror. Mrs. Layla Greene wasn’t just beautiful. She was carved. Dangerous. The kind of woman who made you forget your name just by tilting her head. Skin like espresso. Curves like poetry. A robe that slid off her shoulder just enough to make me think she wanted it to.

He told me calmly that all the money in the joint account had been put into investments and could not be withdrawn. In the end, my mother never made it off the operating table because of complications. I finally understood the truth. It was not that the money could not be withdrawn. It had already been taken out and given to another woman to spend as she pleased. Keith looked at me, panic flashing in his eyes. "Silvia, listen to me. Your mom's condition… The doctor said even if we paid, i-it still might not…" He was still trying to argue. I looked at the man in front of me and felt nothing but disgust and distance.

“Isn’t it possible that Derek drove me off the cliff? Oh right, you trust Derek more than me.” I looked away and walked off, leaving her behind. Jaime followed me all the way home. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was my parents’ memorial portraits. Jaime, who had been talking nonstop, fell silent. She stared at my mother’s black‑and‑white portrait with shock and disbelief. “Dead? Your mother is really dead?” She muttered the words as if she could not accept them. She bit her fingertip and turned toward me. “It was only two months without medication. How could she die? It was only two months…”

Madame Rima continued, her voice dripping with feigned indulgence. “A real handful. But since she carried the Knowles name, we often indulged her—within reason, of course. There are limits to certain behaviors.” She cast Cassie a triumphant glance, as though expecting her to squirm. Cassie didn’t. She met Madame Rima’s gaze calmly, her expression serene—almost amused. “I never would’ve guessed the always-composed Cassidy Greene had such a side,” Jefferson chuckled, clearly entertained by the revelation. “We’re all family here,” Madame Rima said gently, placing a hand over her chest as if weighed down by concern.

I converse with the ghost and she seems to really care about every question she asks. I’m not surprised when she asks me about the Alpha, and when she sees the knowledge gleaming in my eyes, she basically chuckles and stands, a charismatic and wide smile on her face. She’s Roman’s mother. “Nice to meet you too, Luna Scarlett.” I’m rooted to the spot because though I know of this, I don't know how to process it. Roman’s mother cocks an eyebrow up at me and my eyes drift to her outfit. It’s a deep green mixed with blue.

When they do, I am blown away at what my mother accomplished. There are roses, pampas grass and delphinium’s hanging from the ceiling, the walls are illuminating a forest backdrop and the centerpieces are gorgeous. They are huge and have an assortment of flowers and crystals dangling from them. The dance floor is white and has mine and Rasheed’s name monogrammed in royal blue. It is absolutely breathtaking. “It is with great pleasure to introduce Queen Belle and Princess Gianna.” Councilman Blaze says. My mother leads me to the dance floor and council woman Elisa steps forward.

“Everything is a big deal.” —— Shanon offered her a ride home. Benita didn’t argue. By the time they reached the Bellington Estate, the sun had returned, casting a perfect shine over the wrought-iron gates. Just as she opened the car door to say goodbye, the front door swung open. Belle stepped out, dressed in pearls and passive-aggression. “Oh, what a surprise,” she said sweetly. “Shanon! You must join us for breakfast.” Benita blinked at her mother, mouth opening to protest—but Shanon, ever the gentleman, nodded. “If it’s no trouble.”

I still think she’s beautiful though. Mother – Queen Callista – is 5’9” with a very toned physique. She’s a natural brunette with hair that just passes her shoulders but has been in a blonde phase for the last thirty years, and she knows how to rock it. She has sun-kissed skin, cerulean blue eyes – that she kindly passed on to me – and a petite face with perfect dimensions – but only because she’s been touched by an angel or two. Mum’s beauty is only enhanced by the way she dresses and holds herself. Today she’s in light-blue denim jeans, white pointed-toe stilettos, a white jacket with decorative gold buttons and a white spaghetti-strap camisole. Even in casual clothes, she looks regal and