Roman Atwood Mom Novels & Stories

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.

An older woman says as she approaches Roman taking him in for a hug. This must be Roman’s mother, the resemblance was uncanny. They had the same midnight blue eyes that would hypnotise anyone, however she appeared a lot smaller. I would guess five foot three. An older man stepped from behind the woman, he was a lot taller in height, possibly six foot. “Better late than never I suppose” he said as he shook Roman’s hand, leaning in and giving him a pat on the back. “Mom, Dad…nice to see you too!” Roman replied sarcastically.

“I understand how you feel. When I came here, I had a son. He's with my mother now, and I go to see him from time to time. Even though I love freedom, I can't help but admit Roman Adams was a blessing to me.” I raised an eyebrow, my tears forgotten. “What do you mean?” “He's in charge of my son's education. My mother is back at home, she never lacks. Our bills are paid. I hate to admit it, but I'm grateful to one of the most hated men in Cleveland.” I was too stunned to utter a word. Roman Adams didn't look like the kind of man that could do a good deed. With the scar on his face, his mask and the way and manner at which he barked orders at his men, I would've never imagined that he had what

One year of becoming someone I never knew I could be—her mom. I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Roman. He’d been up half the night with me, stringing pastel balloons and building an arch that nearly defied physics. He’d been so determined that it looked perfect. Typical Roman Wolfe—business mogul, CEO, perfectionist, and now, the most dedicated father I’d ever seen.

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.

“And yours.” I frowned. “What about them.” “Carter Romano and Fiona Adams.” He paused. “There was a history there. Before my parents were married.” I stared at him. “Your mother and my father,” I said carefully. “Yes.” I sat with that for a moment. Carter Romano and Fiona Adams. My quiet, careful, deliberately invisible mother and the face of the Romano empire. I tried to put those two things together and found that the picture they made was not as impossible as it should have been.

She looked so happy. "Mom?" I said. I was still holding one of Roman’s letters behind my back. "Scarlett! You’re up early," she said. She patted the chair next to her. "Come sit. We need to talk about the baby's room colors." "I don't care about colors, Mom," I said. I walked right up to her. "I found Roman’s letters. The ones he wrote from Switzerland." My mom stopped rubbing her stomach. Her face went very still. "Letters? What letters?"

“Your mother was a curse to Roman. Almost destroyed him. Her product will be just as poisonous as she was.” The words land like a punch to the chest. But I’m not just going to stand here and let her disrespect my mother and walk away. “My mother was a good woman.” Aunt Martha lets out a dry laugh. “Was she? That woman burned everyone around her—including Roman.” “They loved each other,” I defended, because I knew Roman and my mom had loved each other. Not once had I ever heard them raise their voices at each other. “You’re so naïve. He hated her.”

He lowered his voice and added, "Besides, Mike admitted it himself when he had me cornered. This was all part of their plan. It's just another stunt by him and Walter to smear you in front of the cameras and get revenge." Mom stopped in her tracks. The warmth vanished from her face almost instantly. She turned to her assistant. "I don't care if they've rescued him or not. From now on, I never want to hear about that father and son again." Fireworks burst across the sky, one after another. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their acceptance into dream schools and the bright futures ahead. Uncle Donald took his chance and leaned toward Mom's shoulder. Mom didn't pull away because, in tha