Caught Mom

Amber Eucein Cane grew up lacking the love and care of a father. She always sees his father's negligence and unloving attitude towards her mother make her sympathize and love her mother more. Vaz Steven Kaur is the son of a wealthy businessman in Cordova City. Living in a luxurious mansion, who can do whatever he wants and get all the luxury he wants. The path of the two met when Amber's Mother and Vaz's Father were likely to have a relationship. A year since Amber Uceien Cane's parents separated, her mom decided to have a relationship again, so they had to move into the house of her future stepdad. There she met her stepdad Mr. Van Kaur, her mom's childhood sweetheart. He was kind, handsome, rich and love his mom very much. She supported her mom's decision to remarry if this makes her happy. She met his stepdad's handsome children. Her first impression of his stepdad's eldest son Harrison Kaur, was kind, smart and handsome like his dad. On the opposite, the youngest son of his stepdad Vaz Steven Kaur, he is only her age. When she first saw him, she immediately realized that he didn't like her and that she wasn't welcome in his family. She did everything to understand and get closer to Vaz because of the request of his stepdad and mom but her animosity with him only got worse, and who is she to be notice by him? Compared to Vaz GF she is just a plain girl. Since Vaz didn't seem to have a chance to be nice to her, and it was hard for him to accept her, she was happy avoiding him. Until one night everyone was asleep, he found Vaz in her room. In fear, she shouted but he kissed her.

Ember’s world shattered the moment she was ripped from her family—her mom, her brother—and sold to Alpha Thorne, the man who killed her father. Thrown into a harsh world full of pack politics and dangerous secrets, Ember’s only goal is to survive. But everything changes the day she meets Thorne. Their bond is electric, messy, and impossible to ignore, even if neither of them wants it. Alpha Thorne is tough and ruthless, but beneath all that is a man carrying his own scars and a fierce loyalty to his pack. Ember doesn’t trust him, and she sure as hell won’t bow to him. With rival Alphas scheming, betrayals waiting around every corner, and loved ones caught in the middle, Ember is forced to make a choice: protect the family she’s trying to rebuild, or give in to the one man she swore she’d never trust. Packed with loyalty, sacrifice, and a passion hotter than any war, this story is about survival, love, and finding where you truly belong—even when everything’s against you. And in the end, the biggest war Ember will face… is the one between love and revenge. *This book starts in first person, then shifts to third person from Chapter 7 on — opening up the world to reveal complex characters and their goals.

*** He fell in love with her the day he lost her *** Getting bullied for years, being rejected by her own mate, and being threatened to be a pack whore, Crystal finally decided to take her sick mom to leave this filthy pack. To cross the border and get rid of the chasing, she had to accept a deal from a stranger. To be a breeder for some rich family. However, the moment she entered the wrong room, her fate pushed her to another dangerous edge. She had a one-night stand with the wrong guy and got pregnant for him! What's worse, the wrong guy turned out to be the most ruthless Alpha, who would never accept a weak Omega like her to be the mother of his heir! *** 'Alpha Ramos?' Crystal gasped at their words. 'The strongest and the cruelest Alpha in the world!' The moment she realized, the furious Alpha dashed toward her and caught her arms. Now, she had nowhere to run. "A...alpha, I d...didn't mean to..."She tried to explain shivering, but he just stared at her belly harshly. "P...plea...se, don't hurt my..." She wanted to cover her belly and his furious roar echoed in the hall, making her heart drop to the ground with his words, "Puppies, MINE!" He glared at her with anger burning in his eyes, "How dare you an omega steal my seed!"

The plan was simple: move in with my mom, play the dutiful daughter, and count down the days until I could escape back to my real life. I didn’t expect my first night out to end in the parking lot being fucked by a silver fox who looked at me like I was his favorite sin. I thought it was a one-night mistake. A filthy, beautiful secret I’d take to my grave. Until the next morning, when I met my mom’s new husband... and he was him. Now, every family breakfast is a slow-motion panic attack. Every glance across the dinner table is a reminder of his hands on my skin. I can’t tell my mom the truth, but the deeper I sink into the Schmidt estate, the darker the truth becomes. Because in this house, there are no rules. There is no "mine" or "yours." There is only ours. I thought I was falling for a man. I didn’t realize I was being claimed by a bloodline. It turns out I don’t have a husband... I have masters. And they aren't finished sharing.

As the Mafia principessa, my dad banned men from my life growing up for my protection. However, when I turned twenty, my mom suddenly started arranging blind dates for me. “Please. Just go meet him.” “Mom, I’m only twenty. Am I supposed to get married already?” I didn’t understand her urgency. “I know, I know, but—” After hesitating for a long time, I finally said what was really bothering me. “The guy you introduced is almost fifty. He’s old enough to be my dad!” There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then my mom spoke carefully. “Well, actually… it’s possible he really is your father. I was young and foolish back then. More daddies, more options, right?” My silence must have been deafening because she hurried to backtrack. “Okay, okay. He is a little older, but he’s seriously handsome! A daddy among daddies. Incubus‑level hot!”

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

My parents adopted a kid, and I treated him like treasure. Then he started looking uncannily like my husband, Brian. And I caught him whispering "Mom" to my sister, Ruby. Yeah. Plot twist: Brian had been cheating on me the whole time. With Ruby. They played house behind my back, smiling for family pics—with my parents' blessing. When the truth blew up, Ruby had the audacity to beg me to step aside. My parents told me to get over it. And that kid I loved like my own? Told me I deserved to die. But here's the kicker—Brian wouldn't even sign the divorce. Dude broke down, said he still loved me, swore the kid was a mistake. So I smiled and said, "Cool. You've got seven days. Prove it, and I'll forgive you." He went full simp mode. Emptied his bank account, treated me like I was gold. Even kicked Ruby down and yelled at her to apologize. Everyone thought I'd cave. Then the cops called, asked him to ID a body—and Brian totally lost it. He never knew I'd been dead this whole time. The Reaper gave me one last week to say goodbye.

Ava Blu a young high school girl is forced into an arranged marriage with a popular celebrity by her mom on terms best known by her mom, Mrs. Sarah. Right from birth Mrs. Sarah has always had this keen hatred for Ava but managed to hide it behind the privilege of letting Ava call her mom. Struggling to balance the nightmare of being mothered by a woman who knows nothing about making her daughter happy, Ava is hit with an arranged marriage. Unsure of what her new life was going to look like, Ava took the bull by the horn and accepted her fate by agreeing to get married to Ryan, so she can escape her mom's shackles. On the wedding day, just when the priest said, “You may kiss your bride.” Ryan's phone beeped and he left the altar abandoning his bride. That was just a start for Ava which left her and a few other people who were concerned wondering. Will this marriage last? Was Ryan ever going to love her? Or how miserable was her life going to get now?

For ten years, my family had called me a jinx. When I was three years old, my dad claimed that he lost a major project because he had to take care of me due to my illness. My mom wanted to buy me sweets, only to end up getting hit by a car in front of a candy store. That was how she hurt her arm. My older sister, Siena Bell, often claimed that she screwed up in her tests simply because I kept breaking her pens. One day, my mom invited a shaman named Mr. Reyes over. After inspecting the house, he contemplated for a while. "This child is affiliated with misfortune by nature. She's a walking jinx who absorbs the entire family's luck." He then added, "But if she has a life of misfortune, you will regain your luck." At first, I felt aggrieved and tried to fight back by throwing tantrums. I tugged at my mom's sleeve while arguing loudly, "I'm not a jinx!" But my mom just looked at me calmly. There was a hint of eerie calmness in her eyes. She said, "Mr. Reyes said that you have to accept your fate. Someone has to bear the sacrifices no matter what." Her icy words doused out the hope in my heart. In a way, this twisted dynamic actually worked. My dad's business went steady, whereas Siena started getting better grades. At one point, I even started thinking that I was a real jinx. But… why was it that my family was haunted by more misfortune after my death?

My husband's childhood sweetheart was diagnosed with a terminal illness. To fulfill her last wishes and let her experience the warmth of family, my husband, Aaron Turner, gave her my necklace. He even let her claim my birthday. Even our son started calling her "Mom" in private. He told me, "Chrishell, Sylvia is dying. Just give in to her, will you?" Whenever I asked him to spare even a little time and affection for me, our son, Lucas, would rush to speak on their behalf. "Mom, didn't you always teach me to be generous? Sylvia is dying. Why do you always make things difficult for her?" Over time, I stopped asking for anything at all. Then one night, I overheard my son speaking to his father after returning from the hospital. "Sylvia is so gentle and graceful. I wish Mom could be more like her." Aaron chuckled and affectionately brushed his hand over our son's hair. "Your mom may be a little strict, but it's all for your own good. Since you like Sylvia so much, how about we let her be your godmother?" So even the child I risked my life to bring into this world didn't like me. I lowered my gaze, quietly closed the bedroom door, and pretended none of it had happened. Since they were both filled with such regret, I'd leave quietly and give them what they wanted.