Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

My queen I have been able to trace their house ,they live in a backwoods area ,her mother Lateefah and crippled father Alejandro are the occupants of the house ," she informed . "Good ,I love that , Bahbli set that house on fire and made sure they don't survive ." my mother said and I nodded. "Yes mother I bowed and was about to leave when I heard a glass vase breaking noise . "Someone is spying on us ," my mother said, rising up to her feet . She walked out and I followed her and so did queen Stella. We came across the broken glass and my mother sniffed it ,her face turned into horror. "Lanita ,she called

After that, she sat on the couch, holding my portrait as she waited for death to claim her. I glided over and looked at her. Her breathing was getting faster, and her pupils started to dilate. Her lips were dyed a striking red. "Why did you do that, Mom? Do you think death will grant you my understanding?" 'It will not. I will never forgive you!' I thought vehemently. My mother's life was slipping away, and so was the vague connection tying me to her. I glided to the house's entrance. The moment I was at the entrance, the connection was no more. My mother called out to me, "Jessica!" She was careful, but there was ecstasy in her eyes.

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!”

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 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.