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"Right! Cauterizing it with a hot iron will stop the bleeding!" Mom hurried into the kitchen cheerfully. A moment later, she came out carrying an iron pot with a glowing, red-hot bottom. Watching the pot move closer, Grayson finally realized that he was nothing more than a helpless victim at her mercy. He broke down, begging, "Mom, I'm a monster. I was wrong. I deserve to die. Please let me die. I'll go to hell and make atonements to Beatrice there. Just give me a quick end."

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

Facing the judgmental stares around me, I spoke coldly, "You worked so hard? Mom, ask yourself this. You were the one who insisted on helping me take care of Ciara. And after that, I bought you and Dad an apartment upstairs from mine. Now, you're asking me to pay you?" Mom's expression stiffened. Then, she forced herself to continue, "I only helped because I knew you were struggling. Besides, you only paid the down payment on that apartment." The crowd started whispering again. At that moment, Howard came rushing over. He grabbed Mom, putting on a pained expression, and spoke in a righteous tone, "Vanessa! How could you do this to Mom? Yes, she made a mistake. But you can't be this heartless

Dad started coming home frequently and I used to hide under the bed whenever he was home because Mom's crying was getting louder everyday. One day I gathered the courage and asked my mother why dad is doing all this. She told me her story. She was from a tribe. A beautiful tribe which was living in their own world. Her parents named her Sabrina but one day she met a man who gave her new name by her favourite tree, Jacaranda. Mom had a special connection with that tree and soon that connection formed with that man too. Her parents were against their relationship as he was an outsider but Mom took drastic decisions and ran away with the man. They got married and she thought now her life will h

"Will he only be satisfied if he walks over my dead body to clear a path for himself and Denise?" She curled up on the cold floor, her body folding in on itself, and let out deep, heart-wrenching cries. Seeing her like that, I threw myself onto her back, my own sobs mingling with hers. Mom loved Dad—she loved him so much. Ever since I was born, the stories I'd heard the most were about their love. Mom always told me how she met Dad when she went to the countryside to do volunteer work. He was a volunteer teacher; she was a volunteer doctor.

I can only hope she watches over him when I die at the end of my very long life. We always spend the blue moon at the pack house, together. “We are stronger together,” mom always tells me. I used to hate hearing mom and Aunt Lottie’s stories. About how they grew up, met their mates, the challenges they faced. But since I got back from training camp, I can’t get enough of them. It’s an honor to be related to them.

“For your information, having us agree to have you as our step-father is not easy.” Caleb shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. But if your mom says she loves and wants me back, nothing can stop us. Not even the king of hell,” he stated. Paris was about to say something against Caleb when someone knocked on the door. “Is that Mom?” She ran to the door and opened it. “Mom, you’re back!” “Who are you calling your mom?” A middle-aged lady asked with a sour face. “Ah. Is this where that arrogant O’brian lives? I didn’t know she has a daughter. No wonder she’s desperate to sell her trashy dress for a high price. Hmph!”

I haven't experienced one before; I only heard of them from my dad's mum. Mama Beth, she sometimes or most times rather, told me bedtime stories and made sure I was well taken care of. She will make sure everything I need was at my reach, and she was telling me stories of warriors who died protecting the little children and the old people alike. Erl was my favorite of all the warriors she talked about. The thought of her tone suddenly crept into my being and overshadowed my mind.

Mom explained. "Hm… it's fine, Emma. Let's not force Ava to do this for us. She has a life over there in New York and I am sure she will go there soon. It's only us who is going to get affected by this. But, I am not ready to take the humiliation from all sides. It's better that we can die together than living without respect. .." he hugged mom and she was crying on his shoulders. Somehow his words touched me. Did he really mean it??