Isaiah Russell-bailey Mom Novels & Stories

"Indeed. I called you here because I wanted to talk about Bailey." She stared at me for a little while, her smile never leaving her face until she spoke up again. "Brady Walters, son of the renowned Dr Walters, a successful cosmetic surgeon in the country as well as other qualifications. Your mother's name is Tina Walters, a wealthy heiress that is actually the backbone of your family's wealth. You are engaged to a lady named Lena, a potential heiress herself. Finally, there is Bailey. She was forcefully inducted into your home against your mother's and fiancée's wishes and you have been her protector in the days that your father is absent from the family. Quite a life you live, Brady "

“Of course, Phantom. Whatever you say, Your Majesty. Lola will be in with documents you need to sign soon.” I wanted to believe her, but I know Bailey. I’ve known her since we were kids. She has a knack for believing whatever she wants is what she should get. And that hasn’t changed. The only thing that’s saved her from facing the consequences of her recent actions is the fact that she’s my mother’s personal assistant and advisor. My mother looks at her like a daughter, and any move to remove her — to toss her into another state as a werecoyote ambassador — would break my mother’s heart. That’s the only thing still keeping Bailey around.

Callix Russells. It was a report on Callistaa Russells. It was said she was born to a couple named Celestaa and Callix Russells. Her mother had died since she was an infant and the reason for her death was unknown. At the tender age of three, she was sent abroad for schooling and higher studies while her father took care of their business here which was not in quite good condition at that time. So, she stayed at her uncle's place all the time. Her uncle is Theodore Black, who is currently the COO of Russells' group of companies.

This one from my mother asking me about Bailey. If she is important to you, she should always come first. Bring her home this weekend. That's the last message he sends me. I set my phone down and lean back, closing my eyes. I know what my mother is playing at. She wants to make Bailey feel loved and accepted by my family. Although she doesn't have to do that for me, I appreciate it. Bailey deserves a normal life with zero drama and gossip. She deserves to be treated like she matters because she does.

My eyes met his, and he was looking at me full of concern. I could see no judgment in his gaze. ‘I mean it, Asher. Me and Mum would never look at you any differently for choosing to move on. You have stayed so loyal to Isla’s memory, but you do not have to be alone forever. I saw the connection between you and Bailey from the start. I think Mum did too. She is one hell of a girl. I think Isla would like her. Don’t let this go, because you are worried about what others are thinking, or because you feel guilty. It is time to think of you, ok? Isla would want you to be happy.’

ALEXANDER “Thank you, Ms. Fuller. I appreciate you meeting with me.” I said, taking the seat across from her. “We’ve been seeing you with Bailee Johnson and her daughter Brinley Johnson. Rumors have it that you’re Brinley’s biological father. Is that true?” “It’s Bailee Evans, and no. Caleb Johnson is Brinley’s father. Bailee is fiercely loyal to those she loves, and I have no doubt that she was completely faithful to her ex-husband. She and I weren’t even in contact during her marriage.”

“We’re not doing anything wrong.” Her heart stuttered at the word we. === The cemetery was drenched and muddy, the clouds hanging low and colorless. Julia’s boots sank into the earth with every step. Brandon walked a pace behind her, respectful, his hair still damp, hands clasped together. Mrs. Bailey stopped at the familiar stone. The name carved across it always hit Julia like a fresh bruise. Thomas Bailey. Beloved Father. Honest Man. Her mother didn’t cry. She never did. Instead she stood completely still, shoulders squared, her breath misting in the heavy air.

Keturah squeals throwing herself into her mother's warm outstretched arm and act which triggered an ounce of jealousy in Isabella. She rolls her eyes maintaining a cold face , this is one of the major reasons she detests coming home . “ Do take a seat baby ” Mrs Blair says with a real smile which reaches her eyes not the fake she had dished out to her stepdaughter . “ Can we get to the main reason why we are here ? ” Isabella states coldly just then her father joins the trio with his hands tuck in his pocket . “ Hi ladies ! ” Mr Blair greets pecking his wife , Isabella and Keturah who snuggled warmly into her father's cuddle .

"We've been digging into Bailey's roots. We first traced her father's line since it was easy, given we had his last name and date of birth. Nothing jumped out at us. He's a born and bred American, from a long line of humans. Where it got tricky was when it came to tracing the mother." Over the last few days, as Bailey settled into pack living, Gavin and Wyatt had unobtrusively gleaned information from her on her family. What little she knew, that was. Having wanted to keep her good humor intact, and her fear at bay, they'd decided against outright questioning. It had taken longer, but Gavin considered it well worth it given the smiles she greeted them with every day-and the passion she share

As Jace’s mom turned to face Bailey, she gave her a cold, dismissive look. “And who are you?” she sneered, scanning Bailey from head to toe as if she didn’t belong in the same room. Bailey straightened up, clearly caught off guard. “My name’s Bailey. I’m Lyla’s sister.” “I didn’t ask for your name,” Jace’s mom shot back. “That’s irrelevant. Why are you in my son’s house?” I wasn’t surprised by her hostility. She had always been this way—tough, dismissive, and fiercely protective of her son. Before Bailey could respond, Jace stepped in.