Mommy Mearest Novels & Stories

Afterward, I remove the sheet covering my legs and get up completely. "MIMO!" I hear her yell again. "WAKE UP!" "I'm already awake!" I yell back at her while walking going to the bathroom. My name is Maria Isabela Monedero, known as Mimo, my nickname given by my late mother. My story life is like cinderella because her mother died and she got a stepmother and two lovely fucking stepsisters. Like me but the opposite, I have a sweet stepmother who has taken care of me since I was five years old. I'm lucky to have her, and I treat her as my real Mom. I also have two adopted older twin brothers named Jean and Jason. They are two years older than me, and despite being twins, they are super hot.

“First, you are not allowed to address me as Sir; instead, call me Uncle, and then I will be Dad, which I am eager to hear.” Moon was immediately embarrassed by Darren's declaration of how he preferred to be addressed, and she started looking for something to hide behind. “And more people need to arrive, including Jessica and Mr. Liam Grey, so the cake cutting won't happen for a while. In the meantime, take her to the garden where there won't be any people around,” then Darren made a suggestion to his unromantic son, who was looking for ways out.

Mister Mollina and Dona Florence were more than pleasant company, there wasn't even a second that was missing a subject, it was really a wonderful environment to spend time. When I got scared the time had run out, I heard Harry's car horn outside. "Grandma, I'll be on my way. Bye Mr. Mollina." I gave each one a big smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Take care my flower." She said giving me a hug. "See you soon darling." Said Mister Mollina.

The sun shone warmly and the people passing by wore genuine smiles. The painful memories and the cutting words began to fade from my mind, like distant shadows growing dimmer by the day. I let go of all my burdens and allowed myself to enjoy a rare moment of peace and comfort. Because of my health, I hired a local woman to help around the house—a kind woman in her fifties called Miriam. She was about the same age as my mom but entirely different in terms of personality. She was plain-spoken and prone to rambling, but her warmth shone through in everything she did.

"Mom, I'm in so much pain." However, my mother indifferently pried my fingers apart as if I were not her biological daughter but her enemy. "Yvette Ford, your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" I helplessly looked at my mother's back as she turned around and left. I wanted to call out to her, but a large amount of blood poured out of my mouth. The nurse beside me anxiously called the emergency doctor. I looked at her anxious expression and my eyes gradually became blurred.

Madie and birdy rhymed a bit. "Because, baby..." Mister D neared his face close to mine and was staring hard. "I'm your Daddy."

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Typical rich people problems. That’s what was on my mind as I sliced eggplant in the kitchen. Manang Dores said we were cooking shrimp sinigang, the kids’ favorite. Maybe this would be a good way to show them that I can cook and, if a miracle happens, maybe they’ll start to like me.

My feet were bound to a chair by silver cuffs, my wrists tightly wrapped around each arm of the chairs. With the heavy scent of pines and the faint smell of an underground layer, I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me I was back in the werewolf territory. The dungeons to be precise. “You're awake.” A young woman stalked towards me, steps elegant and controlled. In a white gown that swept the floors as she walked, she looked like a woman in her late twenties, when in the real sense, she was close to her fifties. My mother.

"Sign it! Sign it right now!" My mother's voice was raw and cracking as she pointed at the disownment notice on the floor. I stood there frozen, tears streaming down my face, but I couldn't force myself to move an inch. "Enough!" A low, stern voice cut through the chaos. My father, George Ballmer, hurried over. He glanced at my mother, who looked half out of her mind, then shot a quick look at me. He gripped her trembling shoulders, his voice laced with a weariness he could barely hide.