Mom Pov Melody Novels & Stories

Melody’s POV At the moment I am in the middle of one of my concerts, doing what I love performing for my adoring fans. Having the time of my life! Enjoying the thrill of performing for my fans and feeding off of their energy. I am singing my last song for tonight. I gotta end this concert on a high note! Smiling widely at the roaring crowd cheering me on, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before beginning the song. Then I slowly raise the mike in my left hand towards my face and start singing with my eyes still closed. Getting lost in the song as I do so.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

[Petition for Dissolution of Marriage] The agreement inside was written in blue ballpoint pen on a sheet torn from Noah's homework notebook, the lines crooked, the words pressed so hard they nearly cut through the paper. Property settlement: five hundred thousand dollars to Mom. Additional clause: After taking the money, Mom can't bother Daddy, me, or Serena anymore. Serena Valenti. Luca's "temporary adviser." And the childhood sweetheart he'd grown up with. For five years, I'd endured the Bellandi elders' cold faces, Luca's lawsuits, and every rumor he let spread because I wanted custody of my son. For Noah, I'd have walked away from the estate, the jewelry, and the shares with nothing.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” They exchanged one last warm smile before parting ways. And as Melody walked toward the checkout, she couldn't help thinking about her life. She would be raising a baby without a father, unlike Mrs. Pepple who raise her kids with her husband and they're still together, raising grandkids too. By the time she got home, the sky had darkened, she was still getting used to the new neighborhood. The houses here almost looked alike and she liked and hated that. She dropped the groceries on the counter, exhaled, then pulled out her phone.

Melody Melody had to admit that she was surprised to arrive at her parents’ home and Eli wasn’t there waiting to drag her off to the chapel. When she asked her mother about it later, she was told that his mother had called her mother and told her they would give Melody a day or so to settle in, and then the entire family would get together to start with the arrangements. Melody rolled her eyes at this, thinking to herself that it was so damn typical of Eli’s mother to assume she would be in charge of everyone’s schedules!

Right after she finished speaking, the workers proceeded to move the body. I tried to stop them, but Melody got the men to stop me. It hurt me to see my mother-in-law’s body carelessly dumped by the side of the smelly ditch. Melody lost her father at a young age. So, my mother-in-law played the role of both mother and father in her life. She made sure that Melody could attend tuition classes, even if it meant surviving on just one bun a day. In the end, Melody did not even bother to provide her a proper funeral.

I shrugged, watching as she turned to her father. "Are you also going to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?" She raised her eyebrows, shaking her head, when her father swept his hand over his face. Mom came back with a bowl of chicken soup and a spoon in her hand, flashing a smile at Melody, who put on a straight face. "Feeling better?" Mom asked Melody, who just stared at her, not uttering a single word back. "What did you do now?" Leave it to her to blame everything on me. She handed me the bowl, an understanding crossing in her eyes.

Both Dante and Donni had yet to hear the news, and I had to get Isaac out of the house as soon as possible so we could carefully consider our next steps. “Mena,” Melody tapped her tiny finger on her arm. “There was this lady who taught us how to catch fish and Naty was really good at it!” “Really?” “Yes, but not better than me, of course,” Melody added with a smirk. Mom pulled a face at the mention of fish, clearly not a fan, which brought a brief smile to my lips. She didn’t like painting, horses, camping, or fishing—but she was the type of mom to take an interest in our hobbies without a single complaint.

I am ashamed of myself because I did not save her from Melody. A few minutes later, we became quiet. So, mom turned on the radio of the car. We listened to classical music. “Phoenix,” she said to me. So, I looked at her. “Do not get this in a bad way, but was Sage telling the truth?” She asked.