Nico Paz Mom Novels & Stories

“Major outlets. The story hits in thirty-six hours.” “Christ,” I whisper. “Exactly what is going to hit me?” “I’m not sure you’re ready for this one.” I reply, cool as crushed ice. “Tell me.” His tone snaps sharper. “Nico Morel. He’s filed a paternity claim. DNA conclusive.” “Who the fuck is Nico Morel?” “He’s six months older than James. He’s demanding recognition. A place at the table. If not full leadership, a share of the legacy. His mother’s name is Camila.”

I won’t lie. “Tell me what the fuck is going on and now?” Uncle Nico screams when my mom steps up to him. “Your fucking wife had the institute destroyed and Luna killed. That’s what is happening. You know the laws. She dies.” My mom speaks with so much venom in her tone and uncle Nico gasps before he shakes his head and gulps before he looks at his wife. “WHAT!” He shouts in disbelief. I roll my eyes at his outburst. “Oh well, you will love this. She is Alonso Ricci’s illegitimate daughter, and here’s the kicker. She is involved with human and sex trafficking, just like her daddy.” I say, looking at her and she stops struggling.

She wanted me to know. "And their mom, Donna Maya," her face held warmth for that name. "She's the absolute best. Too bad for me, I got a literal bitch as a mother-in-law, but Maya doesn't treat me any differently," she blew a kiss. "I love her, and you will too." Okay, so far, the mom was okay, and if her smiles were genuine, it meant Nico's father was good too. But why is Nico a psychopath? Why is it so hard to understand him?

Maria finally stepped forward, holding her son's shoulders. "Nico, enough..." her voice was soft. Nico shook his head hard, his eyes red and puffy. "No, Mom! He's still here! He can still wake up! He's just sleeping!" Maria cried even harder. "Son... let him go in peace..." Nico shook his head again, stronger this time. "No! God can't be this cruel, Mom! God can do a miracle!" His hand again grasped Celine's hand tightly. He kissed his wife's fingers one by one.

"I'm not allowed? Who do you think you are?" Raising an eyebrow at me, he sighed. "Lets just lie here and talk. Then we'll go get something to eat." I humphed, then nodded. "Tell me about Nico. Where is his mother?" "Somewhere in Spain. She got sold." He said quietly. I sat upright. "Sold?" I asked, horrified. "She was one of the Irish's whores. We don't sell women, Bella. Emilio got her pregnant. He wanted to marry her."

“You are here.” “Mother,” Nico stood up to hug his Mom. “Good-day Ma’am,” I bowed slightly. “Ma’am?” she scoffed. “Please call me Hazel.” “Why did you send for us Mother?” Nico asked. “Ohh yes,” she smiled. Hazel seemed like someone who had completely forgotten she asked us to come around. “I just wanted to know how Ella was doing.” “Mother!” Nico exclaimed. “Please don’t tell me that is the reason you called us over.” He looked at his mom with lazy eyes.

Beatrice said in a soothing tone, trying to pacify her angry daughter. Asa severed ties with her mother after she divorced her father and vanished. Her mother, Beatrice only calls her seldomly since then but had never disclosed her location. She couldn't understand why a mother would abandon their own daughter. Asa didn't like her mother at all. The endearment didn't sit well with Asa; hearing 'my daughter' from Mrs. Beatrice felt like vinegar poured onto an open wound. But before Asa could retort, her mother continued, "I'm inviting you to a birthday party at the Maxlucx Hotel," Mrs. Polina said, her tone hopeful. "I'll be there too. It's been many years, won't you like to see me, Asa?"

He came forward and properly introduced himself. "Hi Nana, am Luca". "Hi Luca, am Louisa but you can call me Nana. she hugged him and placed tiny kisses on his face making him giggle. Louisa Quinn, my mum and she's everything to me. She's the reason my siblings and I are where we are today. The person behind our success. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either. We were comfortable with what we heard. She was a pharmacist at one of the biggest hospital in New York. My elder sister Anastasia was the one who followed her path in career but she's a neurosurgeon. My brother owns chains of restaurants all over the world and I went into architecture and interior designing.

Their descriptions sounded somewhat familiar to me, and I frowned slightly as I asked, "What illness does your mother have?" Nicola was a bit surprised. Medical records were very private matters, but he still answered, "Coronary heart disease, but it's okay. Mom recently received funding from the Aesthete family, and next month she will undergo coronary artery bypass surgery." It was a small world. I had to admit and marvel. The lady I met on the rooftop, Giulia Greco, was their mother.

The woman asked. “Yes, I moved in recently with my baby and house help." She said hoping the woman wouldn't go further to ask where her husband was. “Okay, I live next door with my teenage son and a ten-month baby." The woman said. “That's nice, my bad, I'm Zendaya and you?" She asked. “Nicoletta." She said as they shook hands and bid themselves goodbye. Sia had been discharged and taken home with her son. Miguel and his parents were set to return that afternoon.