Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

"I am the rightful owner of this house. So whether I choose to come home or not is entirely my decision!" Vivian's face tightened. She let out a harsh snort and planted her hands on her hips. "Your house? Have you forgotten? Your mother is dead! This house belongs to my family now!" The air inside the room suddenly turned icy. Hearing her late mother mentioned so disrespectfully by Vivian sent a surge of boiling anger rushing through Camelia's veins. Her eyes darkened, radiating such an overwhelming aura of intimidation that Vivian instinctively took half a step backward.

The quality of a house that had received multiple large things in a short period and was processing them the way large things were processed — slowly, internally, without announcement. My mother was functioning. This was the thing that surprised me most. I had been watching for the collapse, the specific collapse I had seen in the weeks after my father died, the disciplined holding-together giving way eventually to the thing underneath. It hadn’t come. She was moving through the house with the organized energy of a woman who had decided that functioning was the available option and had committed to it fully. She talked to Dominic.

And now that Mom was gone, it was laughable that she was eagerly handing them over. "No need," I said flatly. Suddenly, Brad screamed. Olivia instinctively rushed to his side, looking all worried and concerned. "What's wrong?" He pointed, wide-eyed, at my mother's portrait and urn and asked in a trembling voice, "Why is there an urn here? Could your mom be—" "No way!" Olivia snapped as an ominous feeling crept up in her chest. People would often believe whatever let them sleep at night. If she had ever stopped to think about why Mom often struggled to breathe around her and why heart medication was scattered all over our house, she would've known Mom had a failing heart.

He threw the ice cream onto the ground, glaring at the door that remained shut. Julian started to wonder if I truly had forgotten about him. … Cynthia Lambert, Yohan's mother, found out that Emily had returned from overseas and was now Julian's piano teacher. She then rushed over with several bags of luxury goods. She took Emily's hand as they sat on the couch. "You've had it tough, my darling Emily. Yohan would have helped out with Walker Corporation if only you had been together with Yohan from the start. Your family wouldn't have gone bankrupt then."

The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever. She returned home in a daze, her face bruised and battered, yet Dad didn't even bother to ask her what had happened. She had lost her "love". Realizing this, Mom became even more disoriented, her spirit shattered. She approached him, ready to speak, only to be impatiently interrupted. "After all this time, you can't even cook a proper meal." Dad's complaints drove Mom back into the kitchen. But Mom's hands trembled as she chopped vegetables, so much so that she didn't even notice the water boiling beside her.

Chapter 68 Alessia's pov “What's with you ladies?’’ Lady Amora spoke up after moments of observing the aura in the atmosphere. Her eyes darting from me to Ophelia at intervals. “Uh…it's nothing. We were just…just uh….’’ Ophelia fumbled. “When you said this was my mother's land, what did you mean?’’ I threw the question, my gaze planted fixedly on Lady Amora. Ophelia's words were messing with my head. My mother's name was indeed Allora, but I never heard about her family. Probably because she died in my early days, my father never mentioned them and they never showed up for a visit on any occasion. I was forced into believing she had none. I watched lady Amora swat a glance at Ophelia who tot

My dad even tried multiple times to force my mom to get an abortion, but she refused. His attitude toward her just got colder and colder. The staff followed his lead. They were still polite to me, but they treated my mom with increasing disrespect. Then one day, Megan mopped the floor and deliberately poured extra detergent everywhere, causing my mom to slip and fall. She lost the baby. After that, my mom’s health, already fragile, went downhill fast. She never recovered. Seeing her in that state, my dad sneered and said, “You look half-dead. It’s disgusting,” before abandoning her entirely.

The old man exclaimed. Duke smirked at him and said, "This is my mother's house! My mother's house is not here. My mother's house is a small servant's cottage in the Sullivan Mansion. Where she was treated like a servant. Where she was a punching bag. That Anyone who would satisfy their anger by punching it. You don't deserve to be a father.

"I have every right to be here, just like you. This house belonged to my family long before you joined it, you have no right to kick me out." "When are you going to understand that your mother is already dead? She died years ago," Lorena replies, annoyed. "We're tired of hearing about 'This house used to belong to my family.' Lauren is already buried two meters underground, eaten by worms." A sudden dizziness catches Katrina off guard as she hears the cruel words Lorena uses to refer to her mother. She holds onto the staircase railing to regain her composure as quickly as possible. Her stepmother looks at her with a furrowed brow.