Jude Bellingham Mom Novels & Stories

She hadn't had anyone to confide in about these memories, and Avery's presence became a balm to the wounds she had carried in silence. Curiosity lingering, Avery gently asked, "What about your mom's people? Have you heard from them?" Bella shook her head, her expression a mix of sadness and uncertainty. "I haven't heard or seen them," she replied. "According to my dad, Mom had rough days with her family. They were against her marriage to him and never treated her right. She wasn't treated as a daughter, even though she came from a modest middle-class home. My memories are foggy as I was tender when my dad told me all this."

“I don't know where she is, but I know who she's with.” “How did you know this? And who's this person?” Jessica winced as she gulped. “It's Jide.” “Who?” “She's with Jide.” “My friend, will you shut up your mouth!” her mom rebuked her. Jessica was stunned. “Mom, I'm serious.” “Don't let me slap you.” Her mom was furious as she rose to her feet. “If I hear this nonsense from you again, I'll make sure your father hears of it, and you know your father. You know him. Mtcheew.”

I leaned in and clasped my hands together, resting my elbows on my thigh. "Bella is not Alessia's birth mother." My brows knitted together with the delivery of just a few words. Both Matteo and I gave a glance at Bella, who immediately tensed before looking back at each other. "We found her in a church eight years ago," Matteo said in the lowest octave of his voice. "She's Zia’s daughter. Your daughter." Of the number of mind-numbing news I’d heard these past two days, this was the most shocking of them all. I stared at Matteo for the longest time before laughing hysterically. “You’re joking.”

"Cousin Van Gaal? So your parents are... " "Yes? My father's name is Jude Van Gaal, and my mother's name is Layla! But they died in an accident when I was 8 years old. She seemed to know her parents. Ammit was a little surprised but obediently answered. "Oh, I know. I'm Layla's friend. I'm sorry about that time. I asked about you later, but I heard you moved in with relatives. "Are you doing well?" In that serious accident, the people who died included her husband. How could she not know?

Terrifying. I've spent years building this tough-guy persona, this shield to keep everyone out. But Selena? She was chipping away at it. Just then, my phone rang. It was Mom. "Justin, sweetie," she said, her voice all sunshine. "How are you?" "I'm fine, Mom," I replied. "I saw Bella's mother today," she said. The color drained from my face like someone had flipped a switch. "You did?" "Yes," she said cheerfully. "She sends her love. Bella is doing so well in London. She’s like a celebrity over there. And guess? She’ll be in town by the weekend."

I screamed internally, turning my back to hide my burning face. “Mom sent pictures of the wedding, but I'm not able to see her well..” she complained at the other side, “where is she?” Jude tilted the phone slightly toward me. “She's right here.” “Hi, sister-in-law!” the woman yelled, practically brimming with energy. The woman looked beautiful and elegant, like the female younger version of Elena. “Don't let Jude bully you, okay? He looks big and terrifying, but if he ever does anything to upset you, you just let me know, and I will personally fly back and handle him for you!”

Instead, he sat on the bed and laid down with only a towel on his body then he closed his eyes. He looked like a powerful, sexy myth god on her bed. Too sexy to handle! Then her landline rang. It was already late and she wondered who was calling so she quickly answered. “Mom.” It was her mom, Jaime. “I heard that Bill’s there. You know what to do. Treat him right and do not offend him. Remember, he’s the one who helped us here. Without him, I don’t know if we could still survive.” Jaime’s voice was very excited. She knew her daughter was stubborn. She clearly wanted to remind her to be nice to her only son-in-law.

" he stood up and walked towards Raina's room. Raina was in a deep trance and didn't feel any pressure beside her. She jolted in fear when she heard her father knock on the door, "Your young boyfriend isn't as irresponsible as you think" he muttered with a smile on his face. A smile that creeped the hell out of Raina. She felt something wasn't right. "Jude Bellingham is here. You need to meet him. It's awkward receiving a fund from such a young guy" her father cracked his voice.

I sensed maybe a few other moms were part shifter but the gene wasn’t as strong in them as it was in Paula and Bella. “It’s Nice to officially meet you Bella” I said. “Hello Mrs. Smith, This is my Mom Mrs. Edwards, I actually don’t know my moms 1st name. lol.” Mrs. Edwards shook her head and smiled at her daughter and said, “Hello I’m Paula Edwards, it's nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you Paula, I’m Violet Smith, Ashley’s mom.”

They seemed to be having a tense conversation of some kind, but they fell silent once we approached. "Jude," my mother said in that low, fake sweet voice of hers, "this is my daughter, Mena. She's so excited to meet you! She asked me a million and one questions about you on our drive here!" Jude slides his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head. His hair was thick, dark brown, and wavy. His eyes were blue, too, but they were an even frostier shade than his father's. From a distance, they would look white.