Romans & histoires David Pelzer Mom

“David needs to hurt the way we hurt when your father died.” “David Reid will be ruined,” Eli interrupts, turning his head to look her in the eyes. “The drive has enough evidence to lock him away for three lifetimes. But I am not involving his children anymore. Mr. Reid should be entirely responsible for his actions, not his kids. They had nothing to do with what happened to Dad.” His mother’s expression changes, the warmth disappearing as her eyes narrow with a sudden, bitter realization. She pulls her hand away from his arm. “It’s that girl, isn’t it? David's snob of a daughter.”

he spoke in a dangerous tone. “ But David I'm your mother.” Mrs Brown acted pitifully. David gave a sinister smile " I have only one mother in my life, her name is Nora Xiver, and she already left this world, but I don't need someone like you to replace her position in my life.” “ But David “before she could say any more, David stopped her. “ Stop, I don't need your fake affection so leave right now don't come to me anymore otherwise don't blame me for being heartless.”

My mom squinted her eyes, I could see the anger in her face as she listened. "David made you pass through all this shit in that marriage, just because he wanted to get back at your father. He must be delusional, and what about his kids? Did he also neglect them because of that? They are his blood for God's sake. I can't believe this" my mother cried out, I could see the hurt in her eyes. "That jerk, how will he do that to you baby?" she queried angrily again. "You see why I need to know about that case, I need clarification, I'm not doing it to prove anything to David but I want to be at peace with myself, knowing that father did not do what he's accusing him of" I replied, trying to convinc

“And my mom isn't a charity case” David stepped down,closing the distance until I could smell his expensive cologne. It was suffocating, trust me……. “Listen to me Gold digger,” he whispered so low that only I could hear. “You and your mom might have fooled my father with that ‘Struggling saint act of yours’ but I see you. You're pathetic…….dont get to get too comfortable or try to fell among you're just a help that got lucky..David didn't see a sister he saw an intruder He leaned in closer,his lips almost brushing my ear…..

Wilron asked also surprised. "Yes Mom, I sent some people to investigate and we found out that peace is in LA with her sister. Howeve, hearing you say it right now that David is also in LA, I don't know what to think." I know Mom, I'm just surprised. Does this mean they are still together? "I don't know dear." Mrs. Wilton replied and I could tell that she wasn't lieing. She is indeed not aware of the truth. "I don't think David would be able get over the loss of the babies, so easily."

They all went into the house. The next day, Megan and Peter walked in a quiet field. They both wore all-black outfits. She wore a plain black dress that was below her knee with a black stiletto. Her father wore a black suit. It was afternoon, the sky was clear and the sun was not too hot. They reached a grave and stopped. The name written on the stone was Violet-Felicity Zendel and below the name was, Baby Zendel. It was the grave of her mother who had died of a heart disease when she was eight years old. She and her father had made it a priority to always visit her mother's grave every year on her death anniversary. This year was no exception. After a while, she left her father alone by her

“Who is Catharina?” He gasped. “I heard some of the servants talking about her so I wanted to know,” Sylvia said and stroked the cap of David’s dick. “She’s my mom.” David moaned. “Carry on!” he added, begging Sylvia to continue. The revelation sent a chill down Sylvia’s spine. She had to release his balls with her eyes widened in shock. Catherine was David’s mom? Why would her father leave a message that the whole thing was linked to her? Sylvia had no information about Davids’s mom. There were no portraits of her at the mansion and no one mentions her.

David said with a bitter smile. “B-But my mom insisted on finding a boyfriend for me so I… I could only say that I already had one,” Celia whispered. The two fell into a brief silence. “David, you're not mad, are you?” Celia asked cautiously. “No, I'm just thinking whether it’s inappropriate to go empty-handed since this is the first time I’m seeing my mother-in-law. Celia, you should have told me in advance, so that I could be prepared.”

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.