Oblitus Casa Mother Romane & Geschichten

“Never again.” “Poor choice of words,” he acknowledged. “What I meant was…there’s something you should know.” I turned my heavy head toward him, fighting to focus on his face.. “My mother’s been ill for some time,” he said quietly. “She’s been missing you since you left.” This news penetrated my drug-addled brain. Dowager Luna Clarissa—Dominic’s mother—had always been kind to me, even when Dominic wasn’t. Her gentle guidance had been one of the few bright spots in my dark years at Darkwood.

DELUCA "...Come now, Colton dear. You know you shouldn't be provoking your brother Deluca—he's far older than you," Mother’s voice filtered into my consciousness as I slowly opened my eyes. The bright lights in the kitchen of my old home made me blink, but my vision quickly adjusted. Tears stung my eyes as I struggled to stay calm, watching a treasured memory unfold before me like a movie playing in real time. This was what she had been reduced to—a memory.

“Do I need more evidence after what I saw a while ago? You can pretend to be blind to the affection and romantic act that Jimmy and Charlotte just displayed, mother. But I cannot be a hypocrite like you mother. I saw it and I will speak out. Enough of this evil going on in this family. You pride yourself about your family. Your kids and the happiness you all shared. But did you ever care about your son,Santiago,do you?” Magda demanded, sneering and eyeing her mother in-law. “I can tolerate your madness but don't you dare disrespect my mother. When you weren't part of this family, mother built this home with father.

Madam Buenavista screamed at Chelsea’s face. Chelsea was so embarrassed by the sudden scenario that she didn’t expect it to happen. She didn’t expect that Madam Buenavista would behave like this. From what Madam Buenavista said, she obviously knew how much she hated her. Madam Buenavista was ready to take Chelsea out of the mansion when Red immediately stood up and blocked his mother. "She's definitely not your daughter; she's your daughter in-law." Red calms his mother.

My chest tightened slightly when my gaze shifted to my mother. My mother, once the Widow Von Schiller but now known as Mrs. Rosamia Soler, retained an ageless allure at forty-five. Initially, I wondered if my perception was biased, given my admiration as a daughter. Yet, it was a sentiment echoed by many who have encountered her. She seemed impervious to the passage of time. Over the years, I had observed how male guests would be ensnared by her presence whenever she entered a room. Despite her diminutive stature, there was an aura of authority about her that transcended her physical stature. It wasn't just elegance; even those accustomed to coarseness found themselves silenced in the face o

Danté saw Villa draw back her glance but her eyes where shocked, it seems like she just saw a ghost. "What's going on Villa?" He asked but she shook her head. "I, I don't know how this is possible but my mother is back!" "Your mother?" Rebecca stepped forward "Wasn't she some sort of evil witch!?" "Not just evil, powerful! Something is wrong here!" Villa said and held a hand to Danté "Give me one of your revolvers"

The sky was a dreary shade of gray, the kind that blankets the world in a muffling stillness, as if nature herself was mourning. I stood by the freshly dug grave, my mother’s name etched in marble before me. "Maria Rossi – Beloved Mother," it read. The final rites were a blur of incantations and muffled sobs, a somber symphony of loss. My mother had been the anchor in my life, the one person who could see beyond the polished exterior of Luca Rossi, the billionaire CEO, and touch the raw, vulnerable soul within.

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

"You old hag. You used to control all the money in the house! You must have hidden a lot away somewhere. Tell me where it is!" Jason looked at our mom's appearance with open disgust, wrinkling his nose. "What bad luck. You look exactly like that useless Erwin. I'm your only son left now. If you don't give me the money, even if you get out someday, you'll just be waiting to die!" Her mind was already completely broken. However, when she heard Jason's words, she suddenly raised her head. Looking at him, she suddenly remembered that old software. The software that had torn this family apart.