Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

Facing Xitlaly’s rebuke, the middle-aged lady named Cerise Xambhria was instantly furious, “Xitlaly Blair, I’m your mother, how dare you address me by name? You...” She raised her palm as she spoke, her face filled with disappointment as she saw Xitlaly staring at her intently.

Mom believed that if the collar were still in her hands, it would surely be blinking a blinding crimson red at this moment, and the pain would be an everlasting one. In the emptiness of space, I watched everything unfold. I watched Mom suffer in the psychiatric hospital, watched the crippled Daniel reduced to begging, and watched my ruined Dad drink himself into an early grave. And yet, I found no pleasure in seeing them get what they deserved. All I felt was a quiet calm, like stagnant water.

Camila quickly took what she needed. “I’ve got it, thank you.” Margareth simply smiled. She let out a small sigh. Poor Mrs. Camila. She had been driven out of the main house because of her greed toward Mrs. Natasya. Camila returned to the dining table with slightly labored breathing, but she tried to keep her face as calm as possible, even though her hands were still trembling. “Did you get the warm water, Mom?” Roby asked when he saw his mother sit down again.

Merely thinking about this, my stomach twisted. The lavish mansion, once a warm home when my mother was alive, had become a golden cage filled with resentment. Since my mother’s sudden death, nothing had been the same. My father, Gerald Arcole, wasted no time marrying Delilah—the woman I always suspected of being his mistress even before my mom’s death. They said it was an auto crash but my instinct which has been disturbing me ever since tells me it was a plan. They planned it this way and used a truck driver so Delilah can come in.

A sharp and predatory voice drifted out from the small crack and froze the blood in my veins. "You are a very foolish little girl if you think you can manipulate my son," Queen Mother Rhea hissed from inside the tower room. My mother hated the lesser noble houses and she always found a way to destroy anyone who threatened our family legacy. I pressed my ear against the hard wood and listened to the tense conversation unfolding without my permission. "I am not trying to manipulate anyone, Your Grace," Callista replied with a shaky and exhausted voice. "Do not lie to me, Asteri," my mother snapped and the sound of her heavy heels clicked across the stone floor.

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

I saw her eyes light up when she looked at me, and it wasn't until then that I realized that my pants and underwear were all on the ground. She'd probably heard me moaning and screaming her name from outside the bathroom door earlier, and seeing me like this now, it wasn't hard for her to figure out what I'd been up to. This was too embarrassing. She was Sabrina's mom, for crying out loud! My mother-in-law! And to think that I'd been screaming her name and "threatening" to plow into her over and over again just a while ago! She'd probably put two and two together and figure out that I'd been fantasizing about her while jerking myself off.

If she causes trouble, the contract is void. I understood what he was not saying. If I cause trouble, my mother is homeless. Destitute. Prey. I would not cause trouble. I could not afford to. An older woman emerged from the shadows—Luna, though she wore no crown and carried no title. Her hair was grey, her face lined, but her eyes were sharp. She took my mother’s arm gently, a contrast to Marcus’s iron grip, and began leading her toward the east wing. My mother looked back at me once. Her eyes said I am sorry. I pretended not to see.

he shouted, not sure who he was asking. The middle child closed his eyes. “She made a promise,” he said. “Not to the Dark. To the house.” --- Memory bled into the room. They saw their mother kneeling, long before her death, fingers digging into the earth beneath the floor. They saw her burying something wrapped in cloth — something that moved. They heard her voice cracking as she swore protection, shelter, inheritance. Take me instead, Lerato had pleaded. Leave them. The promise had been accepted. But not completed.