Novel & Cerita Did Eren Kill His Mom

And somehow, it went in deeper. “I’ll miss you too,” I managed, my voice rough. “More than you’ll ever know.” Eren shifted against me, his little fists clutching harder, like he understood the finality pressing down. I crouched, lowering him gently onto his feet though he refused to let go until I pried his hands free. His lip wobbled, and I pressed one last kiss to his temple. “Be strong for your mother, little wolf.” His tear-bright eyes met mine, and he nodded, though his chin trembled.

When my mate and the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Ares Hamilton, was forced to choose between saving my mother or retrieving his lover's late mother's keepsake, he chose the keepsake without hesitation. By the time Ares finally learned that my mother, Celia Hale, had died, he wept and begged for my forgiveness. But by then, I was long gone. … To the left, beneath an overhang in the rock wall, Mom was cornered by three Rogues with her back jammed against the stone.

I press. His voice becomes gravelly, almost a growl. “Your father wanted to pull away from the Sofrasi. He and mine had a meeting that night. I went with him. My father didn’t take it well.” I feel my heartbeat rise, a sharp pulse behind my ribs. “He left angry,” Erden continues, “but came back after your family went to sleep. He killed your parents.” My stomach twists. I try to speak, but the words won’t come. “He took Nyra,” Erden says. “He disappeared with her before anyone could stop him.”

“So he found someone else. A man, I think he said. Someone who’d supposedly left the dark path behind. Said he cast a spell to protect you.” Eren looked troubled as he shifted his weight uncomfortably, uncertain of my reaction. “He swore it worked. Told me not to worry anymore.” The colour of Eren`s face was drained. “I told him he was wrong, that he was grieving too deeply for your mother Rüya, who was killed by a street dog, like the police said. But he became obsessed with the occult, and I warned him not to be led astray. I was worried about him. He seemed a little better when he moved back here, when he got his business on its feet again, and I could help him out.”

“Then I turned around. Even though Evie was dying in your arms. Even though she needed a hospital immediately.” “You left us,” I whispered, the words torn from my throat. “You drove off and left us on the side of the road.” “Yes,” Eric said quietly. “I did.” The memory was so vivid now. So clear and painful. Evie’s weak voice. “Mommy...” “I’m here,” I had cried. “I’ve got you, baby.” Eric had driven away, leaving us there—leaving his daughter to die. “It was all your fault!” I screamed at Eric, my voice breaking completely. Tears were pouring down my face now. “She died because of you! She needed help and you left us! You chose Zara’s daughter over your own! You killed her!”

"Are you upset about something again? I've been dealing with company issues all day. I'm exhausted." My heart felt as if it had been seized and crushed. He had personally planned the staged accident that made me watch the biological parents I had searched for my entire life "die" right in front of me. And now he was telling me he was exhausted. With trembling hands, I lifted the death report in front of him. Every word felt like it had been scraped out of my throat. "Eric," I whispered, "my parents are dead." He looked at the report. For a moment, I caught a flicker of relief in his eyes. Then he sighed and pulled me into his arms.

The moment Lillian saw that, her usual cold demeanor cracked, replaced by jealousy and madness. She rushed over and raised her hand to slap Vivienne. "You shameless homewrecker, you stole my husband and daughter!" I was just about to intervene when Rosie beat me to it. She stepped in front of Vivienne to shield her. "Don't you dare hit my mom, you bad woman!" Lillian froze. It took her a while to process what was happening before she demanded, her lips trembling, "You're actually protecting her? Have you forgotten that I'm your real mother?"

“A woman like this beside the Don will eventually bring disaster to the Valenti family.” Even my mother gently held my hand, concern filling her eyes. “Elena, you shouldn’t say things like that carelessly.” I patted her hand reassuringly. Then I looked at Luca, my voice calm to the point of cruelty. “I’m not lying.” “Your mother died in this estate because of Vivian.” “And moments ago, you personally ordered security to dispose of your mother’s body.” The anger on Luca’s face deepened. “Elena, are you finished?”

I said. "The marriage record," she said. "He thought he was the first to arrange it." I went still. "He wasn't," she said. I looked at the dark curtain and listened to a woman in St. Petersburg breathe carefully on the other end of an international call. "You need to explain that," I said. "Your mother," she said. "Elena Reyes." My mother had been dead for fifteen years. Car accident when I was thirteen. Camille had been sixteen. There was a photograph on Camille's fridge that I looked at sometimes and sometimes didn't.

"I am not your mother. And what are you doing carrying that filthy rabbit around? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?" Mama stalked over and tore the bunny right out of my hands, then ripped one of his legs clean off. The cotton stuffing burst out of the rip and spilled. Something inside me ripped open at the same moment. Fine cold needles drove into my bones. This was worse than every other time. "Don't, please. Mommy gave him to me, please don't." Then I tasted iron. Black blood came up out of my throat. I tried to keep my eyes open as I grabbed handfuls of cotton off the floor and tried to stuff them back into the bunny.