Novel & Cerita Rhea Sweet Mom

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

James thought. "Never mind," Levy growled, all semblance of affection and tolerance vanishing. "It doesn’t matter. Mom’s on a spree and urges a word with you. She grieved your death for days and was delighted by your return. But that joy will not protect you from a whipping if you proceed to oppose her." A mama, grieving her child for days. How sweet, James mentally snickered. But accordingly, the mother sorceress was known as a vicious dictator, an impatient bitch, and a power-enthusiastic killer.

“Sorry, can’t help you.” “Sweetie, I’m just concerned is all.” Mom’s tone shifted to something resembling genuine. “Dottie called Bonnie this morning, and Bonnie just went on and on about her new recipe book—and how rude you were last night, but that’s a conversation for a different time, sweetheart. Anyway, she didn’t say a word about Jack. Which is just odd, don’t you think?”

he said with a naughty smile. I raised a brow. "Don't have high hopes because it takes two you know!" I said sounding irritated. "You have no choice. By the way, ever heard of Prima Smith Jewelry, honey?" he asked. I nodded. The jewelry shop was well-known. He was now grinning from ear to ear. "The owner happens to be my mother's friend. I contacted them on our way here. They are bringing some of their best creations. They called and Pacita said they are a few minutes from the house," he announced and I frowned.

She turned toward the sauna room and yelled impatiently, "Enough with the act! The heating system inside is broken! You can't even adjust the temperature! "You learned all these tricks from your father, didn't you? I'm only doing this to force him to show himself!" Mom was consumed by rage. She screamed until her face turned purple. At that moment, Joe Anderson timidly stepped forward. He gently patted Mom's back, soothing her. "Forget it, Winona. Don't let Andrew go to prison for me. After what happened last time, he must still hate me. I don't want to come between you two."

For a second, everything went silent, the only sound our breathing and the distant hum of the house. Then, SLAP. Her hand connected with my cheek hard enough to sting, the crack loud in the small room. I gasped, stumbling back a step and holding my face as hot tears burned in my eyes. The pain bloomed across my skin, sharp and immediate, but it was nothing compared to the shock twisting in my gut. “You will not speak to me like that,” Mom said, her voice trembling with anger and something deeper, pain, maybe. Her hand was still raised slightly, shaking. “You are staying home this year. End of discussion. I am your mother, and you will respect my decision.”

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

Roe called happily as she burst through the bedroom door. “You have finally convinced her to get on board then?” she smiled broadly, her eyes switching between the two of us. “Mum, we talked about this. Boundaries” Gunner whined. “Oh shush, I’m your mother, I’ve seen all your bits and pieces” she said waving her hand dismissively at Gunner. I couldn’t help but laugh at the shade of red his face turned, and the look of his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at his mother’s words. Roe took my hands and turned me to face her, smiling at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

- Melissa. - Mom!?

“Money isn’t an issue. Our family doesn’t want to skimp on anything.” “Absolutely right!” The sound of another voice has us all turning to see Artemis’s mother walking toward us. “Mrs. Rhodes! How wonderful you can join us.” The cake lady says standing and leaving us behind to greet her. “Crap.” Rhea grumbles before breathing in a long breath and forcing a smile on her face. Just in time for her mother to join us at the table. Mrs. Rhodes leans over and pulls Rhea into a half hug half air kiss.