Nico Paz Mom Novels & Stories

Mrs Janice was nowhere to be found. “Where is mum?” Noah questioned, staring only at Bianca but he could feel Veronica's desperate, burning gaze on him. “She went out.” Bianca replied casually without even looking up from her screen. “She went out?” Noah's eyes narrowed, “and you let her leave on her own?” “What?” Bianca rolled her eyes. “She's not disabled and she's not a child either, I'm sure she'll be fine.” She finally lifted her face and met Knight's gaze instantly.

Nico said with the pure honesty of a child. A bit of helplessness flashed in Leonardo’s eyes. “But Lorenza is your birth mother.” “I don’t care! Nina and I only want our mom, and she’s our only mother!!” Nico pouted angrily. Leonardo had always believed that blood relations mattered most. But now, his children were proving him wrong. He gently helped Nico lie back down. “Go to bed.” “Dad… you won’t leave Mom, right?” Nico asked nervously. ~~~~~~~~~ That same night, far away in San Celestino, at the Bianchi residence, Lucia’s mother Rina suddenly woke up in shock.

He agreed and they both grinned at each other. Nico was raised by his mother after she moved here from Cicily. She never said who his father was, but almost as soon as they had arrived, Nonno was coming around. His nephew had sent his mistress and child to America. Nonno promised to keep an eye on them and to keep them safe. He also took the boy under his wing and taught him the family business.

"What are you doing?" Dad looked at Mom in disbelief. But Mom only let out a cold laugh, no hesitation in her eyes as she plunged the syringe deep into Denise's back and yanked it out just as swiftly. Watching Denise grimace and wince in pain, Dad's face instantly turned crimson with fury. "Nicole, have you lost your mind? Do you even realize what you've done?" His voice cracked. Mom let out a bitter, tearful laugh. "Yes, I've lost my mind. I lost it the day Mary died."

It contained his real name and where he came from. His real name was Anastacio Demitrius Alcaraz, and his family was part of the wealthy Alcaraz family, known to be multi-billionaires. I remembered reading articles about their family and being asked if we were related, which I dismissed since we believed we knew Papa's true origins. Mama had met him when he worked as a gardener in their province. After they married, they moved to Manila, where Matthew was born, and Papa started working as a construction laborer.

She'd been sharp, maybe provocative, but not exactly an idiot. She must have read my expression, because she continued. "Nick and I really are basically siblings. It's not just something we say." She took a bite of the muffin, chewing thoughtfully. "I was practically raised by Martina and Caesar." "Caesar?" "Nick's dad. He died five years ago." Paula paused. "My parents worked on the estate. They'd been Valemont employees for decades. But… they died in a car accident when I was ten."

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

Up until now, she cannot even say frank enough that Damian is hers. II “Congratulations my Unico Hijo, you never fail to make me proud of you!” Carolina Monaro embraced her son with so much happiness. She will never regret standing firm to raise him, even alone. Yes, Carolina Monaro is a single mom. A fierce yet loving Mom as her son Wilgreg would always describe her.