Roman Too Lit Mother 소설 & 이야기

Roman says to her, slowly and quietly, it's a threat surrounded by his false calm, that attitude that should worry everyone. "You ruined everything" her eyes continue to glow in sorrow as she turns to me "Everything I fought for destroyed by some woman" "Some woman is your..." Esmeralda starts to say about to get up and attack her, but Chris holds her back and controls her in place. "Control your daughter" Roman tells her mother, it is his last polite warning "I am very serious about putting your name in the mud, and you know I am fully capable of it" The older woman visibly swallows her dry, looking at her daughter with a pleading expression.

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

Surprisingly, Adrian didn’t correct him, instead he went ahead and gave our orders. Roman smiled and turned to me as he squeezed my hands “Did you hear that? You really are my mother. Even the outsiders can see that.” he muttered. “Stop it, Roman. Not now ...let’s eat in peace. “ I scolded him playfully .I didn’t want to entertain him Infront of Adrian. I glanced at Adrian curiously wondering what kind of a person his ex-wife was. The mysteriousness behind Roman’s mother always disturbs me sometimes. On the other hand, Roman was excitedly narrating to Adrian how his day had been. I was just contented at seeing the enthusiasm on his face.

SCARLETT I, Scarlett Hilary, never imagined betrayal could wear the face of the woman who gave me life. My mother, Maria, once draped in black mourning for my father, now wears a white lace as though grief can be erased with vows spoken too soon. She calls it love. I call it treachery.

- I fear that too, but your mother seems more intelligent and fearless than you give her credit for. - I know that my mother is an extraordinary woman. She practically rules the kingdom with Darius and, at the same time, gives the illusion that my father is the one who decides. It's not that my father wasn't always a good king, but without my mother, my father doesn't know where the north is. She is the lighthouse that lights the path. - That is very beautiful. – Romeo says, moved. - You are also my lighthouse. Without you, I'm lost. At this point, I'm sure I would have already died. It is you and our son who keep me firm and lucid.

To be fair, he was my Beta, and this was technically his job. “Roman,” I said by way of greeting. He nodded once. “Alpha.” “Mom just left. You have no idea how lucky you are to only have to deal with the political headaches and not the motherly ones.” I said, looking at him. Roman raised a brow. “Yeah well, Mom’s dead. But do you know my mother once threw a shoe at me for dating a witch.” “…Okay, that's fair. You dated a witch.” I said, shaking my head at him.

Realign. --- For Lerato, the escape was only the beginning. Every red light, every turn, every shadow along the road became a hazard, yet she navigated them with precision born of desperation. She had always known subtle dangers existed, but now they were amplified, immediate, lethal. The children clutched her tightly. Their small bodies are shivering but alive. Their trust in her is absolute. Her motherly instincts sharpened into a weapon, slicing through panic, fear, and exhaustion with every careful maneuver.

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.

“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.”

“Where is Beau?” I wondered before Carmen burst out laughing. “He’s with the devil. Dad said he’s going to force him to find someone else.” “That’s not funny. That’s really sad.” I sighed at the thought of poor Beau being alone with Matteo. “It’s not like I don’t agree.” My mom muttered. “She’s pretty, but what does she have to offer? She got disowned, and she tried to kill you and Siena—“ “Yes and she apologized, and I don’t really appreciate your words, Lita.” I snapped. Just in that split second, the fun thought of having a mom had completely vanished. “It’s the same words the Lamberti’s used to describe me when I got pregnant.”