Belle Da Costa Greene Mother Novels & Stories

But what catches my eye is the baby aisle. Tiny clothes. Bright colors. Rows of little dresses and onesies. I pause. My chest tightens a little. If Nate were here, he’d probably want to buy one of those ridiculous pink tutus “for his princess.” His princess, who could just as well be a boy. “That’s a Belle Jeane,” Mrs. Greene says softly. I jerk my hand away from the dress I hadn’t realized I was touching. “Oh… I was just—” “It’s fine dear” the lady smiles. Small wrinkles forming. “It’s a beautiful dress do of course… I understand” she placed a hand on my shoulder.

After that, she sat on the couch, holding my portrait as she waited for death to claim her. I glided over and looked at her. Her breathing was getting faster, and her pupils started to dilate. Her lips were dyed a striking red. "Why did you do that, Mom? Do you think death will grant you my understanding?" 'It will not. I will never forgive you!' I thought vehemently. My mother's life was slipping away, and so was the vague connection tying me to her. I glided to the house's entrance. The moment I was at the entrance, the connection was no more. My mother called out to me, "Jessica!" She was careful, but there was ecstasy in her eyes.

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

I was determined to look into what had happened at the banquet hall and discover the truth. I hailed a cab and arrived at the entrance. Right then, a girl got out of another car alongside me. She glanced at me before standing right in front of me. Her expression dripped with contempt. “You’re here for my mother’s birthday banquet too? Isn’t this place reserved exclusively for the Roth family? How can a random stray stroll in?” She was wearing the season’s latest gown, and her neck was adorned with a pendant as big as a pigeon’s egg. Seeing my plain short-sleeved shirt and long pants, disgust filled her eyes.

I entered the lobby, my boots clicking softly against the polished floors, ignoring the curious glances from staff. The moment I stepped into the private lounge, my eyes found her. Stella sat beside Luna Olive, her body draped in expensive fabric, every inch of her exuding elegance and superiority. My mother, by contrast, looked fragile, her pale hands resting in her lap and her face drawn with fatigue. “Bella,” my mother said, her voice soft but pleased. “You’re here.” I knelt in front of her immediately, guilt clawing at my chest. “Mother,” I said gently, taking her hand. “How are you feeling?”

, She's not mine right? T B C

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

she exclaimed dramatically. Garren scoffed and replied, "Mom, we're just in time. The others are not yet here either." My heart leaped. So, is this their mother?! This is the Veronica Montreal? Despite her age, her beauty is still out of this world. The way she stands and holds the champagne glass in her hands screams sophistication. Her presence alone is intimidating. Rich people and their genealogy. She looked down at Greyson and smiled. "Oh my goodness! Moonpie!"

I grabbed a nude purse from my closet placing my lipgloss, a peppermint, some cash, three bubble gum which I usually carry and I was done. I came out of the closet and I heard gasps coming from the people in the room. "Wow mommy you look beautiful". Emma was the first to speak. "Oh my world, Liz we did a great job making your momma look good. Anna said with her eyes wide. "Yes, we did. We make a great team don't you think?." Liz said doing the fist bump with her aunt. l looked at Damien. " Mom you look gorgeous, Alex doesn't even know what he's gotten himself into". He said proudly.

It was no secret to any female Biker what happened if they got caught in that man's sleazy clutches. ‘Hello Mervon, I am Mirabella Kenny and I am your mother’s cousin.’ The older woman walked forward, her hand outstretched, her rich, red hair cropped short in an elfin cut while her emerald green eye stared back at her. She was dressed in a fitted, slate, grey pantsuit with matching heels, looking effortlessly elegant. Everything about her was flawless, from her make-up to her clothing. The resemblance between the two of them was obvious when Mervon gasped, jumped up and fell into her aunt's tight embrace, tears springing to her eyes.