Roman Atwood Mom Novels & Stories

Red's expression changed to a sad face. “Aurora, Rylan suffered a lot. He had a very difficult childhood. I want to entrust him to you, I believe you will do a good job as his wife.” “But he still grew up well. The way you protected me, I thought that you were his mother.” “No, I am not his mother. That pretty Lady in Blue. Her name is Raine. She is Rylan's mother. She was so pretty that she enticed my grandfather to make her my brother's wife.”

My mom said in disappointment. "I kinda like that about him." I laughed. "Of course. Like father, like daughter. Let's finish our food." My mom said. "Sure mom." I smiled at her and dug in. This is gonna be a long night. Things aren't going well. Roman's point of view: We entered my office and Aton took his seat. "So what's the deal?" He asked me. "I found the Milan Net worth." I informed him as I stared at him. This man is really testing my patience. But I am not really that angry since he was complaining about how I rested my wife, Irina. In fact, I felt remorseful.

Roman was getting so tall, he just turned fifteen and he looked so much like dad. “So what did you want to do today mom?” I asked. “Beach day. Riker and I loved going there. The waves always calm me down. Let’s go to the beach.” Mom said, smiling at the memory of her and dad together. She never dated anyone after dad died. She didn’t have a second mate or she didn’t look for one, but she wasn’t miserable. She just focused on her boutique, her kids and her friends. I hoped that once I was eighteen, she might be open to it. Might be able to see Roman and I were doing okay and she was allowed to have a new love in her life. Just six more months to go.

I didn't need anyone to tell me who this was, Alara Winters, Roman’s mother. And the other lady who wanted to bite my head off was Helen Winters, his sister, and what we know as a spoilt nepo baby. Alara walked closer to her son, looking him in the eye, she was trying to see if it was a joke of his or if he was being sincere. “You have to be kidding me, you can't marry her, then what would happen to Lily?” Roman had a smile on his face, slowly turning to look at his mother with one of the nastiest looks I have seen someone have in his life.

Goddess, how the hell do I stop it from overwhelming me. “Matt?” Roman asks, standing from his seat. “Why don’t we grab a beer, yeah?” Despite sounding like a question, the tone of his voice tells me it’s not. “Roar, Fletch, and Atlas can handle Enzo. I’m sure unexpected fatherhood has been a whirlwind.” “Yeah, that sounds great.” I gulp, following his lead, Fletcher nodding in encouragement while his mother digs through the diaper bag. Roman walks out the way we came, the pair of us on the porch in the chilly winter evening within seconds.

Thirty-eight: Roman Eliot He tried to remember what he knew of his mom’s past. He knew that when she first found out she was his dad’s mate, she hadn’t bene happy about it. She’d been in love with someone else. He also knew that she came from some place in upstate New York and that her family hadn’t approved of the whole thing which was why they hadn’t seen them in ages. He knew his mother. But at the same time, he realized, he didn’t know his mother. He knew Elaine Eliot, the pack Luna. He couldn’t say anything about Elaine Eliot, the girl, or Elaine Eliot, the young woman. She had always been this fearsome force that he knew better than to make angry.

Nice try, Mum,' I said, then got up from the chair to leave the sitting room. ‘You would be surprised what goes on in these rich people’s homes, Eric. If Mrs. Rotman didn't have leverage over these people, she would not assure me the way she had,’ Mum said,d, and I stopped walking to turn to her. But Dad spoke before I could. ‘Are you and Mrs Rotman blackmailing people into helping your son?’ Dad asked suspiciously. ‘No way. Mrs Rotman is a law-abiding citizen. She is also a lover of humanity. She will never do anything of that nature,' Mum said smiling slyly.

I looked away, avoiding his stare. “Leave her alone. Can’t you see she’s in a lot of pain?” my mom said to my dad. “No, I won’t, Marissa.” He reached for my mom’s hand and moved her towards his side. “Did you know she was at Roman’s home?” My mom looked at my dad, then at me. A look of disappointment slowly appeared on her face. I really hated that expression on her face, but it didn’t matter anymore. I wasn’t going to do whatever they told me to.

The following day, Reynolds ate at the family's house. It would have been pleasant if it had ended as quietly as it had begun, but halfway through the meal, his mother suddenly started. "Oh. Did I mention I went to Juliet's store. Juliet Martins, Amy's mother. She has an incredible taste. A good stylist..." Reynolds and his father shared a look. He felt a little sympathetic towards his mother. Once she had owned her own brand. She had eventually let it go when his father had gotten stuck to his wheelchair. She was no longer actively managing it as before.

Roman stood tall, raising his head high as he blackmailed Kaleb openly. "You really have no shame. Do you think because of a single clip that no one is even naked that I will relinquish my inherited shares? A company that my own father started from scratch, with his own fucking savings. I am sure Mother put you up for this and your stupid fake wife here." I could see the veins on Kaleb's neck swollen, flexing as he talked. "Roman simply wants to enjoy what his father failed to give him when he was alive," Catarina once again joined, walking to shamefully have a seat without defending Kaleb. It was times like that that made me wonder whether she was really Kaleb's biological mom.