Real Mom Real Son Novels & Stories

My grandfather closed his eyes, as if reliving that painful time. "I was so furious that I did something terrible. I switched her son with you." He opened his eyes, filled with guilt. "She took my daughter's place. I wanted her to know what it felt like to have her own flesh and blood out there, lost." I was so stunned by the truth that I couldn't speak. So my mother, Claire Harrison, was the real imposter all along. "She raised you for twenty years. Whether you still want to call her your mother is up to you."

"I'm the town handyman your mother called me when things broke. That's all." "That's all," I repeated, not believing him for a second.The lawyer's office was three blocks away. I left Gus in the restaurant and walked there in the fading afternoon light, my mind spinning with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Mr. Santoro was an old man who'd known my family since before I was born. He offered his condolences, handed me documents to sign, and then dropped the bomb I should have seen coming."Your mother remarried six months ago."I stared at him. "What?"

I wanted to be just like him, always pleading with him to take me camping or let me ride his motorcycle. Then, I discovered the rumors. The whispers of my mom and my dad's half-brother having a secret affair, suggesting that I am actually Colton Haynes' son. I don't believe those rumors. My mom has always vehemently claimed her fidelity to my dad. Whenever she proudly states, "I've never cheated on Ro," her determination shines through. It's a significant feat for a sex addict to remain faithful. My mom is incredibly strong.

Without hesitation, he said directly, "Yes, Noah is not the son of Meredith and Nicklaus, but the son of Samantha and Nicklaus" "What did you say?" This time, it was Noah's time to get excited. He immediately slid down from the sofa and ran to Armstrong. He grabbed his sleeve, raised his head and looked at him with his big bright eyes. He asked eagerly, "Grandpa, did you really meant that Pretty Lady is my mother? Pretty Lady really gave birth to me right?". "Yes, Samantha gave birth to you. She is your real mother. That's right" Armstrong nodded and generously told Noah the answer.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

The internal family meeting was held a week later. Every member of the family was there. Dozens of men dressed in black suits sat throughout the hall, and the atmosphere felt as heavy as a funeral. Mamma held my hand as we sat beside the head seat. Father stood at the front, his voice rough and hoarse. “I called everyone here today to clarify something.” Bianca sat in the corner, her hands clenched so tightly that they had turned pale. “Alessia Vitale,” Father paused for a moment, “is the biological daughter of Isabella and me.”

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

“Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!” Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my emotions in check before delivering the final blow. “Jeremy, we’re done. Let’s get divorced.” Dan immediately started sobbing. “Mom! Mom! You can’t leave me and Dad!” He wailed, “Auntie Shannon said if I called her ‘Mom’ when she picked me up from school, she’d buy me my favorite toys! Wahhh!” Shannon looked pitifully at Jeremy. “Jeremy, it’s not what you think… I just wanted Dan to feel like he had a mother since he’s been missing his real one for so

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"