Ryder Cook Mom Novels & Stories

Miriam would gesture for me to accept them, saying it was about being a good neighbor. Reluctantly, I took them, though I shoved the dresses and jewelry into a box. Once I was gone, Miriam could return them to Margaret. Sometimes, she would try to make small talk with me, her tone careful and hesitant. "How are your parents, Serena?" The memories of my parents were blurry and distant in my mind. "My mom used to braid my hair into cute little pigtails, and my dad would always bring me something delicious after work," I said after a moment.

Ridge’s Pov Finally, we were done with talking about the strategies to use to capture or bait Ryder, and Blake had left in the middle of talking to cook. I knew that was an excuse though. She just didn't want to listen to us talk about her father, and I understood that. I wouldn't want to hear about a killer father who not only escaped prison but was now with the enemy of my family as well.

Everyone knew that every asset the Roth family owned came from my mother’s family. My father was, to put it nicely, the Roth family’s chosen son-in-law. But to put it bluntly, he was a social climber. Every honor and glory he earned was thanks to my mother, so he had always obeyed her every word. So, how could I possibly tolerate my mother being humiliated like that in the video? I took a deep breath and held back my anger. I was determined to look into what had happened at the banquet hall and discover the truth.

“Because we can’t keep letting the person who did this walk free while my dad is stuck like this.” His voice rose in anger. “In a few months, it will be four years since he was poisoned and since my mom died.” I squeezed his hand softly. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I said carefully, “but how is your dad still alive while your mom isn’t?” I hesitated. “Or is there more to the story?” Ryder exhaled slowly, like he had been holding that truth in for too long. “There’s more,” he said. He glanced at Mom briefly before continuing.

"Hey, Vanessa! You really didn't have to bring the clothes up yourself." As Selena spoke, she hugged the jackets to her chest and stood in the doorway, clearly blocking me from entering. I glanced inside. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a thin sweater. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead from the heat. Alex was barefoot in the living room, playing with building blocks. Under the warm yellow lights, it was a cozy, harmonious scene.

“Really? Can I have some?” “Have some decency, Evan,” Ryker scolded him but I was more than happy to offer him a slice. I took one out for Ryker as well. He stared at it and for a second, I thought he would reject it. He let out a sigh, taking it from me and I broke into a grin. “Don't even think this gets you off the hook!” He stated, taking a bite. “Your mom cooks so well I could practically move in with her,” Evander muttered in between devouring the pie. “Do you cook as good as she does?”

she said then headed over to the grill. "I make a mean rack of ribs. I can even do it without burning them." Ada declared, drawing my mother's attention from me. She knew how proud mom was of her ribs and this was sure to get her thinking about that. Of course, Mom rose to the bait. "Well, you can't make them better than me!" She bounced up and dashed to the grill, spreading her hands out to block anyone else's access. Ada put her arm around my shoulder and led me inside. That was a perfect plan for us to gossip alone and formulate our anti-Lily strategy.

"Eat. Both of you. And Delilah, I don't want you trying to do too much today. Rest that ankle." "I will." "I mean it. No trying to clean or do laundry or any of that. Just rest." "Okay, Mom." Ryker's phone buzzed and he glanced at it, his expression tightening slightly. "I need to handle something at the pack house. I'll be back this evening." He kissed Mom's cheek and left, and suddenly it was just the two of us at the breakfast table. Mom studied me while sipping her coffee. "You seem different lately," she said.

"Mr. Ryder, there's no need to hurry. Have something to eat first, and then we can talk." Ryder initially wanted to decline her offer, but his stomach protested. He cast an awkward look at her and felt like she was seeing right through him. Scratching his head to disguise his discomfort, Ryder said, "Sorry, Ms. Brown, I—" Faye chuckled. "No worries, Mr. Ryder. I suppose you've been running around all day because of what happened to my mother, right?" Without saying anything, Ryder's face revealed a trace of weariness. He sighed and lowered his head, completely losing his appetite.