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Mom shouted angrily while trying to pull my comforter. I sat down and looked at her in annoyance. "Dad can find another job! He can just apply to other companies and-" "You know it's that easy? It wasn't! Everyone knows that our company is failing! Do you think that there's a company who will accept your dad without humiliation? No! They will humiliate your dad and he will forever carry it until he died! Do you want that to happen?!" Mom is very mad right now. It's obvious with her red face.

"If you're not a doctor then you're not my daughter." ****

my subconscious advice me "Mommy! Mommy!" I whispered afraid of what she's going to do "Who's your stupid mother?" She ask me giving a death glare "I'm not your mother witch! All those drama that you saw me performing since morning was only and act,because I don't want my husband to get angry with me,so stop calling me your Mom, if you don't want problem in this house and from today onward you'll be cleaning the whole house,you'll wash my cloth and iron it neatly,all the dishes you'll be made by you

"Thank you, Mom, I'm happy now. But if not. You won't get the money you're asking for.." By MCT

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

Nate smiled, it seems he was amused by the things my mom was saying, meanwhile I was here dying of embarrassment, even though my dad was there, she was still being reckless. -I am an entrepreneur, I have a company, but I would like to dedicate myself to other things when I am older. The life of a businessman is very hectic, sometimes I don't even have time for myself. -I understand, it's good that my daughter has made friends like you and the other young man who came some time ago-please don't say it, Mom, I crossed my fingers so she wouldn't say it-Nicholas is that Beth's name? Moment of total stress.

"I never intentionally wanted to abandon you, I didn't know you existed until some minutes ago." " My mother never said anything about you not knowing about me,she said you knew I existed ,you just wanted nothing to do with me. I hate her ,she such a heartless bitch."he spat out in anger imitating his mother characteristics. The way she glared or how her nose scrunched when she's angry.

I was lounging casually on the couch watching TV, when I got a text from mom. She had gone out shopping with some friends and I didn't expect to her to be home for another hour at least. I glanced at the text and immediately felt my pussy tingle and glisten. The text was succinct and to the point, saying "I'll be home in 30 minutes. Mommy's horny and needs a tight asshole to lick and fuck. Do you know of any?"

“Can you shut up?” “No. Just try it—it’s good.” “Thank you,” I said to Margarette softly. “Why are you trying so hard to be my mom?” Ericka snapped. “You even baked a stupid cupcake.” Margarette froze, nearly choking on her food. “Ericka, that’s not—” I gently stopped her. “I’m not trying to replace Monica,” I said firmly. “I did this for you. I spent my time baking that cupcake because I care. I already told you—I’m not giving up on you.”