Novel & Cerita Ross Lynch Mom

The Luna, who is Lynexia's mother, loves Lycia very much and doesn't want to see her get hurt just for trying to protect Lynexia's life. Ruth spat in Lynexia's face and jerked the poor girl's head against a tree. Blood seeped out of his forehead, but Lynexia remained silent. “Trash!” Ruth then left Lynexia in the forest. Lynexia, or Lyn as her aunt called her, breathed a sigh of relief. Ruth hadn't bullied her as much as usual, so that was something to be thankful for at this point. She couldn't fight back or her younger brother, Lucas, would torture her to death. After all, Lyn was already used to harsh treatment from fellow pack members since forever.

Nina patted Lynn’s hand as she smiled at her warmly, “Silly girl! You are my only child, if I don’t help you then who will? I have to be there for you when you are facing challenges.” “Thank you, mom.” “Lynn, do not forget that you are the young miss of the Sharma family. You don’t have to pay too much attention to what those cheap whores say or do.” “Okay, I get it. Don’t be agitated again.” A limo pulled up the moment they reached the gate. Lynn opened the door and helped her mom get settled, “Mom, it is already so late so you should directly head home. You know how insecure dad gets when you don’t get home on time.”

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!”

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

The moment Lillian saw that, her usual cold demeanor cracked, replaced by jealousy and madness. She rushed over and raised her hand to slap Vivienne. "You shameless homewrecker, you stole my husband and daughter!" I was just about to intervene when Rosie beat me to it. She stepped in front of Vivienne to shield her. "Don't you dare hit my mom, you bad woman!" Lillian froze. It took her a while to process what was happening before she demanded, her lips trembling, "You're actually protecting her? Have you forgotten that I'm your real mother?"

"You two look unfamiliar. When did we send you invitations?" Ms. Yowley noticed their intimate interaction and swept a scrutinizing gaze over them. When she didn't react in an extreme way, Phillip tilted his head slightly. His expression was rather intriguing. "Good day, Ms. Yowley. I'm the heiress to Lipton Corporation, Yelena Lipton. Nice to meet you." This was the first time I had ever seen Yelena act in such a humble manner. It was a clear indication of just how high Ms. Yowley's status was.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

“Mom, I've been—” “Busy,” Liz cut in, sticking her tongue at me. “Silly girl.” Mom pointed the knife at her. “You've eaten half the groceries, but you've done nothing to help. You won't even help me wash them.” Liz looked entirely unrepentant. Mom turned back to me, eyeing me up and down. “Well... your breasts have filled out nicely. There has to be a man somewhere doing the Lord's work.” She winked. “Mom.” I pressed my fingers to my forehead.

"You're a fighter, just like your Mom. Do anything you can to keep this baby." Lyne nodded her head. Picturing the image of her Mom being dragged along by the Brothers into a van.