Is Percy's Mom Dead Novels & Stories

“You used my daughter’s disappearance as a chance to crawl into my husband’s bed?” Percy didn’t flinch. “Don’t act like a saint,” she said. “You’ve been crying and shaking since the baby disappeared. He needed a real woman. You weren’t doing anything.” Elena stepped forward. “Say that again.” “I said he needed me,” Percy said with a smirk. “Not a weak, crying mess like you.” Elena slapped her. The sound echoed in the room. Percy held her cheek, shocked. “You bitch,” she hissed.

"Pack healers don't come at your beck and call. Without the Alpha's order, even if Celia's really in trouble, you'll just have to wait until morning." The edges of my vision went dark, and I nearly collapsed. Suddenly, Mom was wracked with violent coughs, with blood pouring from her mouth. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, her lips only moved silently before all breath left her body. "Mom!" I shook her shoulders in a frenzy. "Open your eyes! Don't die on me!" I was only met with silence. Mom was gone, never again able to hold me in her arms or call me her darling.

Percy whispered, eyeing the bussing activity. “I know,” I replied, suppressing a groan. Mom, of course, didn’t notice my sarcasm because she was on a call. “Yes, baby. We are on it.” Her face was full of all smiles as she spoke. As much as I didn’t like Mr Sutton, I wouldn’t want to erase that smile off her face. “Corley, Percy, help me here,” she called us the moment the call dropped and pulled us into a corner with buckets of peonies.

he said flatly. Levelling him with a glare, I admitted, “I wasn’t going to deny it. Of course we were looking for you. What happened to you, Percy? I don’t understand why you’re doing all of this. You were never the power-hungry type.” “We will get to that,” he flippantly waved me off while running his fingers over the worn-out walls, nostalgia lingering in his eyes, “Before my mother met my father and joined the blood wolves, this was her home. When her parents died, there was no one to take care of the property. This is what’s left behind. It’s sad really, what happens to something when it’s forgotten.”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"What on earth is going on, Evan? Stop causing such a scene!" "Hey, old lady, don't you know your son's a deadbeat? You guys didn't even pay off the hospital bills before getting your husband's body released, and now, you're forcing the hospital workers to foot the bill of over 200 thousand dollars! How can you be so shameless?" Mom was completely stupefied. "Evan?" "Don't worry about it, Mom."

After all, without the house, Penelope no longer had hope of marrying her boyfriend. Her words hurt our mother deeply, and she killed herself that very night. The last call she made before she died was to me, and her last message was, "I'm sorry." I did not pick up. I had blocked her number, so her message never got to me. It was spring again when I heard of her death. Fishermen had found her body in the river a year after she jumped. I was shocked when the police told me I was the only living family she had.

“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?”

Silence descended upon the room, leaving only the sounds of William's sobbing. A long time passed before Gloria asked, "Who beat you?" "Henry," William answered. "When?" she asked. "Half an hour ago." William couldn't shake the feeling that Gloria was acting strangely that day. "Do you know where the other Moms are? Can you come back home soon? I'm so scared." Gloria massaged her brow as she listened to his teary voice. "Henry's dead, William."

She pulled Dad's remains into her arms and completely fell apart. Just then, another one of her men came stumbling over to them. "Mrs. Ferguson!" Mom jerked her head up. Her face was covered in tears. "Get out! All of you, get out! I don't want to hear anything! Even if the company goes bankrupt right now, I don't care anymore!" The man was so frightened that he stammered, but he didn't dare walk away. "I-It's Mr. Mike Ferguson." Mom's breathing stopped.