Mom Pov Amy Mga Nobela at Kwento

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

"I'm not an ATM, and I'm definitely not some sucker you can keep draining and still complain it's not enough. Weren't you all over Selena's social media, acting closer to her than your own daughter? "Why don't you let her and Howard take care of you in old age? Even if Howard doesn't earn much, you raised him, so it's only right he supports you." I hung up without another word, ignoring Mom's cursing on the other end.

Amy said and hung up I do not regret my actions Amy .Do you know how jealous I am of you .I blame you and your mom for whatever that’s happening in my life right now . How could you do such a thing Ava and what at all have I done to you .She asked Ask our father Amy ,our father abandoned my mom and I .She said ,tears running down her cheeks .My biological father is Robert Martins, Amy, our father. 25 years ago,he had an affair with my late mum and denied the pregnancy because she was just a maid hiding the situation from his wife, your mom.He didn’t want your mom to find out about it as it would ruin their relationship and your mom wouldn’t agree to marry him .

Cole's POV A tall pale woman I suppose is Amy's mother, welcomed us when we got to her place, After Stopping to eat in the kitchen Earlier, Amy decided she'll go home and change her clothes, I figure she wanted to calm her nerves before facing her family, Arriving at her place reminded me of what happened between us earlier in the day, I think she remembered too, because she refused to look me in the eye when she told me to also change my clothes, She had. "Amy you haven't introduced me to the young man" the pale Skinned woman said, her sweet high pitch voice Jolted me out of my thoughts. "Uhn?" Amy seemed a little thrown off. "Why go through the problem?, why don't you let me introduce him

I mumble, "But I was lying, you will see him again in a few months. And whatever you heard about him... don't believe it. Your dad is an actor, too. He acts meaner than he actually is, but just like me, he's real with you. So you should only believe what you see and what you feel, okay? Never let other people tell you what to think. You're smarter than them." Amy thinks for a bit, then she nods. "I know I’m smart," she says like there's no question about it, "My mom thinks I'm dumb just because I don't talk... but I don't talk because I think she's dumb." That makes me laugh. For once, she sounded more like me than Damon. Thankfully, there’s no random people outside the house today, only our

Given the elderly woman’s financial difficulties, Amy only used common ingredients. “Thank you for your efforts,” Amy expressed her gratitude once more. “It’s no trouble. I’m doing this for myself too. I’m still counting on you to treat me,” Aiden said nonchalantly. Amy nodded, and she was determined to do her best to treat Aiden. “How are Mrs. Harper and the children?” she asked with concern. “They’re fine. They’re just very worried about you,” Aiden replied. He then asked about her condition in custody, “How about you? I hope no one’s giving you a hard time.”

“Please, deny the idea that you fell in love with her… that would be a disaster.” “I don’t fall in love with anyone, Mother,” I whispered, walking to the living room and filling a glass with vodka. “I feel like Amy is slowly slipping away, and I can’t stop it.” A glorious smile pulled at Alice’s lips. It was no secret that my mother hated Amy and the idea that I would marry her. When she learned that Amy was Antony’s daughter and the heir to his entire fortune, she swallowed all her feelings and pretended to support me, slowly dying from her poison.

then he ended the call. Amy stare blankly, her father had said the truth, her mother wouldn't believe her!. Who asks her mother to love her father so much, she loves him to the extent that Amy was sure that she would still help him count the money when he sold her, no, she would even go and find rich customers for him. Why?, her mother came from one of the top wealthiest families in Country A. She was the only child of her parent and was extremely doted on, not spoilt though because she was as innocent as a white piece of paper.

She remarked, her voice imbued with a forced cheerfulness, "Such a radiant day outside, isn't it, darling?" But young Alfred, despite his tender years, possessed an uncanny ability to discern beneath the surface. His perceptive blue eyes, a mirror to his father’s, scanned his mother's face. "Mama," he ventured, an undercurrent of worry lacing his words, "your eyes betray a story different from your words. They're clouded, distant, as though lost in some profound thought."

I have to pack my things so I can get the hell out of this depressing place, as well as think of what to do after this, and so that is exactly what I do. “Oh, look, it’s the barren woman who thought that she had managed to cage my precious son, not knowing that he’s too sophisticated to remain with trash like her for long. Well, hurry along now, and get the hell out of this villa. I can't wait to see the last of you. Oh, and by the way, Amy is the best thing that has ever happened to this family. She managed to do what you couldn’t do in the several months you were married to my son. She’s having my grandchild!” Austin’s mother tells me gleefully, suddenly appearing at the foot of the stairc