Isaiah Russell-bailey Mom Novels & Stories

“They look so alike…” The woman smiled as she gazed at Sally once more before she turned to Magnolia and said, “Don’t call her Sis Sally in the future.” “You should address her as ‘cousin sister’.” Both Sally and Magnolia were stunned when they heard what Mrs. Bailey had just said. Magnolia seemed doubly shocked and adorable when dressed in her wedding gown. “Mom, what do you mean…” “Sal’s mom is my younger sister.” Mrs. Bailey smiled as she took Sally’s hand in hers. “My name is Xandra Reynolds.”

She can be very meticulous, reminding me of Alessi a little bit. I'm not ready to be a father either, but it would have been great to have been able to have Fly-girl trapped and in my arms so I could punish her accordingly. Alessi looks like he's carrying the whole world on his shoulders when he saunters into the kitchen. On the exterior, he still looks calm and collected, but his eyes are a little sad and a whole lot angry. Bailey's name is not allowed in our house anymore. She fooled all of us with her spoilt rich girl exterior, the nerdy facade. But she's a fucking murderer who managed to convince her bodyguard to be her hitman.

The other room adjacent to his sleeping quarters is where he played. I didn’t care that my nephew was spoiled and pretty much lived like a Prince, neither of us wanted him to know a thing about the struggles of living in poverty and having to turn to the streets just to try to help his mom put food on the table. Isaiah Rey Ross was our baby, no fathers needed, we gave him more than the world. Besides Izzy is a good baby, he listens, he’s highly intelligent, and does what he’s told. Once I showed Izzy the goodies, I had for him, his eyes lit up with even more bliss and his eagerness continued to grow. He eagerly jumped out of my arms taking his bag, listening to his mother’s direction on goin

“I’m only relieved.” Althea seemed unsure whether to bow, speak, or apologize, but eventually she gave a small, respectful nod. “Mrs. Winston.” My mother’s mouth curved faintly. “Cassandra is fine. Or Mother, if you’re brave.” Althea blinked. Adamson made a low sound. “Winston women are also dangerous. Noted.” My mother’s eyes flicked toward him. “Adamson Bailey. Still dramatic.” He stared. “You remember me?” “You once hid under a dessert table because you didn’t want to greet senators.”

“The nanny, Bailey or as you called her, Claire, said so, she told me so a few days ago when I and Alexis visited her.” “But why? Why would she do that? Kidnap little Amelia?” “Apparently, she wanted a child of hers badly and she does have a few mental issues.” “Where’s she now?” “In a mental asylum.” “Does Alexis know this?” “Not in full details but she does know Claire or as she knows her, Bailey isn’t her birth mum and she has family, elsewhere.”

And immediately the call dropped, I was called out. I got to the store and I met Mrs Grace Bailey—the billionaire’s mom and I must say she’s the nicest woman after my mom that I’ve ever encountered. She’s filled with happiness and humility. And Lisa Bailey,his younger sister, as innocent as she looks, a very funny and kind hearted woman. I fitted three gowns before I could pick one. I was amazed and excited by how I looked, I didn’t realize I had such hidden beauty in me.

“You’re more than a topic now.” Her stomach tightened. That sounded ominous. “What does that mean?” Before he could answer, one of the elders stepped forward. She was older than the others. Her hair was white, her posture slightly bent with age — but her eyes were sharp with knowledge. Ancient knowledge. “Child,” the elder said gently. “Do you know your bloodline?” Bailey blinked. “My father was Beta. My mother died young. That’s all.” The elder shook her head slowly. “That is not all.”

I smiled while kissing her cheeks, and she giggled. “Don't leave me out of the fun.” Edward appeared. I gave him a death glare, and he swallowed and mouthed, sorry, but I wasn't buying that. “Isla, baby, go play with George.” “They're here?” Edward nodded. I haven't seen Bailey in like two weeks, and I miss her. “Go, play, honey.” I set Isla down and ran off. “No running, you'll fall.” “Okay, mummy.” Her voice was distant.

"Mommy!" A high-pitched voice pierced the air and filled the room, causing Eliza and Eleanor to freeze in their tracks. They couldn't believe their ears as Bailey ran straight into Shannon's open arms. Shannon's expression transformed from shock to pure love as she hugged Bailey tightly, planting a big, affectionate kiss on her cheek. When Shannon returned the kiss, Eliza couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing her own child in the arms of a monster, triggered Eliza’s motherly concern for Bailey.

“Sorry, but she's all. Kellan this, Darius that, Kellan and Darius, then Quinn and fuck me I’m ready to strangle her, how did you cope with her for the last twenty-four hours?” “I didn’t, I ran and hid.” I’m glad, as it still sounds like she is going on about everything. “Well, tonight will be fun. As I said, I want to slap her.” Sage smiles, and we walk over. Rowan hugs me and I sit talking to them. Their aunties are friendly enough, and even I can see they hate Bailey and are annoyed with her. “He has one in his bedroom drawer, you know.” Bailey smiles, showing Rowan a picture. Now, that I know is a lie. I’ve gone through Kellan’s drawers plenty of times.