Christian Yelich Mom Novels & Stories

She said, "What are we going to do?" Yami asked me, I fell silent. I saw her type again. She's working on a way to find Mommy's files. "What's your name?" She asked me, "Dawn Lewis," I replied to her, "Ya! Found it! But what makes me wonder is that Helda isn't listed here. It wasnChristina Rey Lewis and you're her guardian. She died 5 years ago due to heart disease." She explained to Yami and me.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow, and whispered, "Dad..." Yafe's face looked stern as he glared at Liam, ignoring Celena completely. "Don't call me Dad. I have only two children, Qemal and Cheryl. You know full well what we lost because of you. The chaos you caused at Cheryl's engagement led to the Hughes family breaking it off. Now, you have the nerve to show your face here!" he spat.

“You were not born out of anything complicated. We were married.” Then she paused. “And then we separated.” Eli opened his mouth immediately. “Why—” “No,” Mom said gently. “Not now.” That part at least was real. Neither of us actually wanted details. Then she finally said it. “Your dad is Dave Ashton.” Eli widened his eyes dramatically. “Wait… that guy?” I nearly kicked him. Mom nodded slowly. “Yes. The one from the park.” “The chess guy?” Eli asked again. “Yes, Eli. The chess guy.”

“So… you really wanna know why Nancy Spark and Evelyn Moore are here?” “Uh, duh. Start talkin’.” “Evelyn’s Damian and Elis’s mom. Estranged. She bounced when Damian was like sixteen, left them with their dad, and only came crawling back now that her sons are filthy rich and famous. In short? She’s trash.” Vicky’s jaw dropped as her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Wait. The Pilates goddess is their mother?! No wonder they hot as hell!” I chuckled, sweeping my messy hair back. “You can say that again.”

"Mom, I believe Mary only hurt me because she was confused. After marrying into the Madden family, she won't see me anymore. Maybe she won't trouble me again after that." Yelena's tears fell in big, pitiful drops, but her thoughts betrayed her. "You stupid old woman. What are you waiting for? Do it now! Reprimand her already!" As if struck by a snake, my mother suddenly shoved Yelena away and shouted, "You… What did you just say?"

Hunter's POV Last night I spent two hours just sitting with Chelsea. Just talking about our families. She grew up in an average household. Nothing extraordinary. Her dad, Blake Nicholson, was a financial advisor, and her mother, Trisha, was a secretary. She also told me her mom had discovered she had ovarian cancer when she was two, so she didn't have any siblings. It had been a really hard time for her family. She hadn't gone into remission until Chelsea was in school. She was so proud of her mother for fighting so hard... I wonder if that's where Cheslea gets if from?

I yelled. “If anything happens to my baby, the Sinclair family will never forgive you!” Yelena kicked me hard right in my stomach wound. She sneered and spoke with disdain. “The Sinclair family? I’ve never heard of them!” Then, her mother grabbed my hair with a cruel grin. “My daughter is Yelena Stone, the wife of Northshore Group’s Jacob Fletcher. I don’t care who you are. You’re begging for her forgiveness right now!” Pain shot through my scalp, but it did not match the agony in my heart.

His mother who had died many years ago was called Nyree. Nyree King. Did they have relationship with each other?

Growing up, I didn’t see my parents a lot which was something Vince and I would most likely have in common. We were just so perfect for each other. “Your mother is having dinner with Mrs. Lamberti and Mrs. Alfonzo.” “Hmm.” I chuckled. “Of course she is.” It seemed like mommy’s call for attention had also been working as she had been hanging around those two women of status quite a lot—Cesca Lamberti, Christian’s mom—and Lita Alfonzo, Serena’s mom. ‘Christian has an unwed brother.’ Those were mom’s words as soon as we landed. ‘One of the Alfonzo boys just got out of a bad relationship, and the other one is a single dad.’ Those were her second words.

"SMITH?!" Elena's voice boomed around the living room of her father's house. Chelsea sat there on the sofa facing Elena, filing her nails. Her stomach was still flat, but it was clear she had taken in. Jennifer was seated away from them, her fingers tapping away on her laptop, a headset over her ears. Their mother was out to a yoga class, and their father stood at the door, his hands planted on his hips. "Answer me, Chelsea," Elena shouted again. "Is it the Smith I know or another guy altogether?"