Fgteev Mom Real Name Novels & Stories

Gonzalo started to think his dad did something to his mother when she suddenly arrived at the dining hall entrance, with her henchwoman pushing a golden food cart towards his father. "Have a nice dinner, husband." His mom said before sitting in her usual chair and smiling sweetly at Gonzalo. When the henchwoman removed the golden food covers, his father put the utensils down forcefully. "I told you not to test me. But you didn't listen. You're so cocky to think that I cower at your presence. Have you forgotten who I am, boy?" His mother purposely gave a mocking tone to word boy. "I am Greta Calvo-Sotelo, the heiress of the biggest and wealthiest mafia group in Spain. I can kill whoever I wan

I ask. "No. You don't. I'm Kelly's mom, Agatha Butterfield. I wanted to express my deepest sympathy from my family to yours. When I found out what...Kelly had done. What she was capable of. I was ashamed to call her my daughter. I am so sorry she ever did that to your family. I just wanted to let you know. I'm sorry."

And it wasn't just anybody or any of her heads in charge but it was my mom! What mom was doing here and what was she discussing with Leigh? I walked to them and while I got nearer and nearer, things started to be clear to me of what was happening, not to mention mom's a bit raising her tone. "I'm the mother of your big bosses here in Davis Elegance. Lucille Davis—the wife of the owner and founder Peter Davis, and mother of Tamara and Shaun. All for your information," mom stated, bragging. She looked at Leigh from head to toe and there was disgust in her eyes.

It was her grandfather who cheated on her grandmother with his secretary and married her when they were still in an official marital status. The next morning she woke up a little late because it was her off day. She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a bottle of almond milk and drank it quickly. Before long, when she was sitting lazily in front of the TV, her cell phone rang loudly. The call from her mother. "Mom where's dad?"asked Greta, she put here cell phone on the table while her hands were busy opening the snacks. "He's playing golf with your brother, look who's with me!" her mother Emily Specter moved the camera to someone who sat lazily on the massaging chair.

- Melissa. - Mom!?

“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!”

It's his mom. Fritz still didn't close the door so we could hear the three of them talking. "By the way, Florence, don't you have two children? Why is Fritz the only one here? And, what's her name again?" Vish's mom asked. "Her name is Fatima Jane, and I would love it if you shouldn't have to mention her. I hate that b*tch to the center of the earth," my mom replied. I clenched my palms tightly. She really needs to say that in front of them?

and her brows knit slightly. Then she looked at me. The sharpness in her eyes softened immediately, replaced with a hint of helpless affection. “Victor,” she called. I answered in a pitiful tone, “Mom.” The livestream comments instantly exploded. “Holy, who is that? Isn’t that Sophia Long from the Shaw Group?” “Oh my god! It really is her! I’ve seen her in the news!” “Wait… that boss just called the richest woman in the country ‘Mom’?” “Case solved! He’s not some sugar baby, he’s the actual heir of a billionaire family!”

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes—the picture of her standing there with Adrian Cole and his child—like they were a family of three, maybe I really would've believed her. On the day of our wedding, Rowena never showed up, and I couldn't get through to her phone. At first, I thought something had happened to her on the way there, and I was worried sick. It wasn't until I saw Adrian's Instagram post that I realized she had gone off to play mother to his child, Theo Cole. Looking back at it now, I was a complete fool. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't want to cry over her, but my heart was aching despite myself.