Novel & Cerita Jenna Ortega Mom

His eyes narrowed with thinly veiled contempt, but Old Master Hidalgo remained oblivious to the tension growing with every word he uttered. Meanwhile, on the second floor of the banquet hall, Alice tugged on Elena's sleeve and leaned in. "Did you really see her clearly? Why would Jenna be here at this time?" Elena let out an irritated sigh. "I told you already. It was her. My mom and I both saw her in the washroom. She even slapped both of us like she's some kind of queen." Alice's eyes widened. "Slapped you? She actually dared?" "Yes!" Elena hissed. "She's changed. She's not that pathetic little housewife anymore. But she won't win. I promise you that."

She turned her sharp gaze to Britney. "You won't believe it, Mom. Reina’s life has completely changed," Mariana spat, her voice trembling with resentment. "Damon and his father both stood up for that bitch. Her mother tried to destroy your life, and now her daughter is living like a queen in that mansion!" Britney froze, the shock settling deep into her features. "Damon doesn't know what she really is! Did you tell him and Zayne's grandfather about the filthy blood Reina carries?"

"No. I do not expect forgiveness. I do not expect anything except the chance to prove I mean it. That I am not going away this time." She looked at me for the first time. "Who are you?" "Jenna. I am with Colt. We are engaged." "So he is replacing my mom? Moving on while she rots in the ground?" "Your mother died three years ago. Colt has a right to move forward. To build a life. Just like you do." I kept my voice calm. Gentle. "But we are not trying to replace anyone. We are trying to give you options. A place to belong if you want it."

She felt Janette's hand over her shoulder. "What are you all doing here?" Orlando walked in, his phone held away from his ear, his dark gaze roamed around and stopped on her hands. "I was practicing." She forced a smile. "She wasn't supposed to do this," Janette flattened her lips again and got on her feet. "I want my daughter, not a fighter. This is your responsibility." She told Orlando. "Yes, Mom," Orlando promised, looking into his mother's eyes. Janette nodded and paced toward the door. "We haven't finalized the wedding dress. Sara, are you coming?" She asked

"What about your parents? Are they here in New York or back in your hometown?" "Mom, I don't think Lena wants—" "I'm okay talking about this," Elena interrupted quickly. "I lost my mom when I was 10 and my dad when I was just 5, so I'm an orphan," Elena said. "Oh my goodness! I wasn't informed; I'm sorry, dear. Don't worry; you have us now, and you can count on us," Mrs. Jones said, touching Elena's hand affectionately. Elena returned a polite smile, feeling a warmth flood her heart—something she hadn't felt in a long time.

I tell her with a kiss on her forehead. “Luther, this is our only chance.” I turn my head to look at my mother. “I know how badly you want Lorcan here with us and not inside my head. But, Mum, I can’t lose Jenna. Please, understand,” I see a tear slip from my mother’s eye as she smiles at me. Mum knows she’d do the same thing if she were in my position. I take Jenna’s hand, ready to lead her out of the oracle’s home, but she’s frozen to the spot.

" I was sure I had heard her call Mr. Smith, her father. My curiosity was at its peak, so I shifted my gaze to her, eyeing her suspiciously. She wore a purple gown that hugged her curves perfectly with matching black heels and had light make-up on. "Who are you?" I asked with a cold voice. She instantly smiled. "My name is Megan Smith, the daughter of Mr. Smith." "Oh," I simply scowled and looked away. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" she asked. I sighed deeply, knowing it would be unfair not to reply to her after getting her name. "Adrian Ortega," I replied curtly. "What?!! " she screamed, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. Her eyes widened for a moment. "The Mr. Ortega?

It wasn’t Jeff. It was an unknown number. A text message. A single image loaded slowly. It was a screenshot of a news alert from a major financial network. BREAKING: ORTEGA HOLDINGS CEO JEFFREY ORTEGA TEMPORARILY RELIEVED OF DUTIES, CITING “BOARD GOVERNANCE REVIEW.” MOTHER, ELEANOR ORTEGA, ASSUMES INTERIM CONTROL. The words blurred. Temporary. Relieved of duties. Interim control.

Leanna Ortega—their wonderful mom. Mrs. Ortega—it is still hard calling her “mom” in my mind—is an amazing woman and I can see how she worked hard for their family. Navier and Nicole, even Sage, are very close to her and by that I knew that the environment she created while she was raising them is a very special home. I can really see my own mom, Mrs. Diwa, with her. My mom created the same environment, too, even if our time was too short. I am beyond happy when she accepted me for Navier, and I will never be able to explain how fulfilling it is to have someone’s mom approve of you for their child. It is like a validation that I really am indeed Navier’s girlfriend.

"Break up with your girlfriend then, and marry Yvonne Ortega." I quickly turned to my mother who confidently walked inside our living room. After 1 year, she is now in a good condition and not as pale and weak as before because of her kidney disease. The Ortega family helped us to find a donor for her operation, though we don't know the donor since we were not been informed about it, but we handed over a letter as a signed of our deep gratitude. Hindi ko maintindihan si Mama kung bakit una palang ay pinagkasundo niya na ako sa nag-iisang anak ng mga Ortega.