Novel & Cerita Jude Bellingham Mom

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."

Mom and Jude were standing together by the pool. The wide space between them was nothing short of extraordinary. Both of them trying hard not to meet each other’s eyes. My stomach flipped. Oh God. We just barged in on… whatever that was. Quentin didn’t notice. He tugged my sleeve, ready to barrel straight at Jude. Mom tried to smile. “Good morning, sweetheart. Want to join me in the pool?” “Hard pass.” I said quickly. She cleared her throat, looking like she wanted to say something but I was already turning to Jude.

“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.”

" 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.

She muttered. "I live at Father's residence now," Bella muttered. "Father? How?" Jasmine questioned in confusion. For all they knew, Bella never had a Father. Bella's cries intensified. Her life was indeed a tough one from the start. She never had a father at the beginning of her life, even her friends knew, that a great shock could be hinted in Jasmine's voice at the mention of Father. "After my mother's death, I got to meet him and now I'm living with my stepmom and sister."

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.”

he adds, his voice a bit shaky at this point. He goes silent from his end but then his voice comes in a low tone now. "Their mother's is Bella Johnson," he divulged. That name rings a loud bell. Johnson is Bella's maiden name. I pause, my hands are damp now as I hold my phone, my heart racing nervously. Wait who?

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.

Suddenly there was silence on the other line so I thought the call had been cut but when I looked at my phone screen, the call was still there. "Mom? Dad?" And then I turned up my phone's speaker just to make sure we could still hear each other. "Yes, we're still here." Dad answered in his serious voice. "Who is Kim? Kim Madrigal?" Mom said later. I nodded and at the same time I said 'yes' but they didn't see my nod since it was just a phone call. "She's one of Asia's top model producers and judges." I have no idea. That's what you wanted to answer what mom said, but it might just be suspicious, so I just answered her, still stuttering -