Fgteev Mom Real Name Novels & Stories

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

JESSICA "How dare you push my mother? She is the CEO of your agency. Do you want to get fired?" I snapped, slipping my arm around Mom and helping her stand. Her clothes were dusty from the fall. That alone made something fierce twist inside my chest. Nobody touched my mother. Nobody. The actress stared at me like I had grown two heads. I recognized her. Melody O' Brian, the young actress who was slowly becoming famous. Her last movie had even won a Golden Prize Award so Mom had rushed to sign her immediately.

She threw her phone at Yara, showing the recent live video. "Don't you know how old you are? You probably don't mind doing something like this for the public to see, but I do. Everyone knows you're my dad's new wife. My mom would never embarrass me." By "mom", she meant Gemma. After hearing this, Yara decided to tell her the truth.

“Yes, Mom. I’m here for an indefinite period. I might just return to appear for my final assessment.” My eyes widened in surprise. What? He hadn’t told me that! “That’s wonderful news!” Then she turned towards me with a warm smile. “And who’s this lovely young lady? Won’t you introduce us?” I smiled at her, warming to her instantly. “I’m Elena Meier, his classmate at Rochester University.” “And my girlfriend, Mom,” added Damien. Then he grinned at me as if knowing the effect his introduction had on me. “Lena, meet my mom, Vera Sylvester.”

Fathia retorted, “give him the phone let me greet him,” her mom said, and Fathia gave the phone to Fred and said, “my mom wants to speak with you sir,” Fathia said, meanwhile, Fred eavesdropped on everything that her mom discussed with her, but pretended not to hear anything, and he said, “hello ma'am” “hello sir,” Fathia's mom said, “how are you?“ she asked, “am good ma'am,” Fred said, “and how are you and the family?“ Fred asked,

I asked her in a hope she could give me a lead. She nodded her head. “Did you ever meet her parents? I mean you both are friends.” I asked her. “Yes, I met his Mom and his Dad. His mom is a very pretty lady just like the Cinderella.” She said. My heart sank upon hearing about his father. Something strike me and I picked my phone to show her Charlotte’s picture to confirm my doubts. “Is she the one?” I asked her while showing her the photo. “Yes, she is Ace’s Mom.” She said while closing her heavy eye lids. She had fallen asleep.

I jumped and looked around as my mom put the phone to her ear. “Mom, what the hell?” I cried, trying to grab for the phone, but she turned to the side and started to talk. “Hello? Is this Ashley?” she asked, grinning like a mad woman. Oh fuck, please let this be a dream! Please let my mother really not have just stolen my phone and be talking to my girlfriend who she’s never even met! I gripped my hands in my hair as she spoke. “I’m Dawn, Jace’s mom. It’s nice to talk to you too, sweetheart. Oh yes, he’s behaving.” She shot me a thumbs up sign, and I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me. She started laughing at something Ashley had said.

“Oh? He’s engaged already? She’s so pretty.. Is she an actress or a model?” “Hahaha.. No. But her mom is an actress.” “Eh? Who? I rarely follow the entertainment news and would only watch the tv series. So I probably won’t recognize that woman’s mom.” “Then.. Do you know Rosemary Griffin?” “Ah? Of course! I loved the movie she was in. My daughter took me to the cinema weeks ago.” “Hehe.. There you go. You recognize her mom then. Pfft” “WHAT?! She is her daughter?! Are you sure she’s not an actress too?”

Still, I'm just so worried about this family that I've turned upside down in just one day. "She did," I speak up, my voice scratchy and weak, but steady enough to carry over the space between us. I push myself off the ledge of the fountain. "My mother's name is Elena. She raised me alone. And until an hour ago, I had no idea any of you existed." Greta's eyes lock back onto mine, searching my face. "Nineteen years..." she whispers, a single tear cutting a track through her flawless makeup. "She took my baby?"

Fun fact, my mom is going to join that school as the math teacher. His second son, William Brown, CEO of Brown Trading is married to Natalie Brown, who was an actress, but is now being the dutiful mean suburb mom. Trust me, I read a lot of articles of many angry moms against her. Too much drama! They have one daughter named, Karla, she is fifteen years old and is a state-level tennis player.