Roman Atwood Mom Novels & Stories

"Just the two of us, no lawyers, the same way Whitfield insisted on meeting with Diane. Some conversations deserve to happen honestly, without legal strategy standing between the people who actually need to hear them." That evening, once Grace had been fed and the older children settled, Roman sat alone on the terrace for a long while, the documentation from Arthur's report still weighing on him visibly, and Vivienne joined him quietly, settling into the chair beside his without immediately speaking. "I keep thinking about how many people my mother hurt," Roman said finally. "Not just me, not just you and the children. Julian and his mother too, for over a decade, simply because acknowledgin

What was I going to do now? That door to the bedroom opened and Roman walked in but froze in his tracks when he saw me crying. “What happened baby?” He asked worriedly. “Ashton knows.” I whispered. His face went pale before he steeled himself and came to me. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of him. I won’t let him tear our family apart.” I nodded and he smiled before giving me a kiss and then kissing Rhys on the cheek. “Julissa. Do you know a Gray Kent? He was a teacher at your school.” He asked suddenly.

“All you Moretti boys do.” I scoffed. “So you know who I am..” “I do,” she said. “Vicenzo Moretti. The one with the smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.” I tilted my head. “And you are?” “Rosalinda Amato.” My heart had stuttered then. “Amato?” “Oh we are ordinary,” she said, waving her hand. “My parents are nobodies. Old folks with a falling-down house and a cellar filled with dusty wine bottles no one’s touched in decades. If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Comment sections are already a bloodbath. “Disgusting. She’s barely legal.” “Bet she spread for the money. Classic.” “Roman Vale always gets what he wants. Even if it’s his own stepkid.” I throw the phone across the bed like it burned me. It bounces, screen still glowing with fresh alerts. Another article pops up: side-by-side photos—one of me at the gala on Roman’s arm, dress askew, lipstick smeared; the other of Mom looking devastated outside his office building this morning.

"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.

I recognized most of them as they belonged to the town. Roman held Anna’s hand taking her inside while I kept walking beside Anna. When I reached inside, I saw Harry talking to Roman's parents. There’s no surprise in that. After all, Harry was their relative. I expected granny too but she didn’t come. “Hello Stella darling! Where is your mom? And dad?” Roman's mother asked. I smiled looking at her and said “They are so sorry. They had works aunt, so they were unable to come. Instead of them, I’m here.”

in reverential voices. “I’m not the businesswoman you are,” Mom said. “But there was a time when I had plans to grow the studio, to try to build it and make it something really impressive. I never had the success you’ve created, though.” Thanks to Dalton, I thought in the back of my mind. If I hadn’t met him, I’d still be small potatoes, struggling to keep students from running over to dance with Ned Eclair. “What else is going on with Dalton?” Mom asked, lifting a scone daintily and pulling off a corner before feeding it to Pinky, who was now purring at her feet.

“Hey, babe. How was the drive?” They chatted casually. Normal. Domestic. The sound of it made the guilt surge again, sharper this time. Mom had no idea. She trusted both of us. She worked so hard to keep this house, to keep our family afloat after Dad left years ago. And here I was, spreading my legs for her man every chance I got.

When we walked through the large double doors, his strides became slower and Trenton was right at the entrance, like he was waiting for us. “Mrs—Amelia,” He greeted, catching himself before he called me by Roman's surname. I offered him a smile. Roman walked past us and headed upstairs. My nerves were all over the place as I looked around, wondering where his mother was. He said she was here, how come I don’t see anyone? “Is Roman’s mother really here?” Trenton nodded and proceeded to gesture a maid forward. “She will help you change,” I raised a brow, “I need to change just to meet her?” I crossed my arms over my chest, my disapproval evident on my face.

It clicks in my mind right then that he's talking about the Nick O'Connor, the wealthy hotelier and his father. From what I've always known was that Mr O'Connor left Roman when he was very young and never once made contact with him. Roman was raised by his aunt, uncle and grandmother when things would fall out with his mother. The complicated relationship between him and his mom is the part of another reason, that Roman is afraid of love. I've watched how the after effects have affected Roman, they've nearly broken him too many times, this causing fear for the rest of his family whenever his mom made an entry in his life.