Selena Quintanilla Mom Novels & Stories

“Please don’t cry…I should not have asked you to talk about her. It is my fault. Please…” Cara insisted as she brought out a box of tissues and offered to Selena. Selena de la Velga wiped her eyes and said,” I never thought that there would be a day that I would be upset about the fact that Xavier did not get the chance to know his mother or his father. I mean, I always thought that I would never have thought that she would leave us so soon. I always thought that maybe there would be a day when Xavier would be interested to know about his mother and I would be able to tell him everything. Maybe I would even ask him to find out about Matilda and then meet her. It was my mistake that I could n

Smiling reassuringly, I continued, “She had to leave to give birth in a place free from the rumors swirling at that time.” Selena subtly gave me a thumbs up, approving my improvisation. “I can’t believe this. And you kept this from us?” my mother exclaimed. “We wanted to protect the children from any potential harm,” I explained. “Where are they now? When can I meet my grandchildren?” she pressed eagerly. “They’re in New York,” Nancy interjected, bringing the conversation back to Selena’s wealth. “And Selena is a millionaire. Her father was one, and now she’s taken over from him.”

It was impossible for it to be a coincidence to see them here. She closed the magazine and asked, "How can I help you?" "Ms. Sutton, I'm Winnie, Selena's mother. There's something I want to talk to you about. Can we go somewhere else?" Winnie had a good attitude, but Selena still wore the same prideful and cold expression on her face. Heather furrowed her eyebrows. …

He came forward and properly introduced himself. "Hi Nana, am Luca". "Hi Luca, am Louisa but you can call me Nana. she hugged him and placed tiny kisses on his face making him giggle. Louisa Quinn, my mum and she's everything to me. She's the reason my siblings and I are where we are today. The person behind our success. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either. We were comfortable with what we heard. She was a pharmacist at one of the biggest hospital in New York. My elder sister Anastasia was the one who followed her path in career but she's a neurosurgeon. My brother owns chains of restaurants all over the world and I went into architecture and interior designing.

"You cheated on me while I was pregnant! You said she would never step foot in this house, and now you dare to bring her back!" My parents' marriage was arranged, with little real affection, but life had been stable enough. When Mom gave birth to me, she discovered that Dad had a previous girlfriend and that he'd gotten back together with her while she was pregnant. When I turned one, that woman had a hard time giving birth to Selena. For my sake, Mom made Dad promise that Selena would never be acknowledged. And now, Selena was walking into the house as if she belonged. I straightened from Mom's embrace, my voice cold and hard.

They dragged me to Selena’s funeral hall and made me kneel. Even when I passed out from pain, they would throw cold water on me, shouting, "You killed Selena and still have the nerve to sleep? I don’t think you’re even truly remorseful!" Mom threw herself at me, beating me relentlessly, screaming over and over, "Why wasn’t it you who died?" Dad just watched me being beaten and sighed. "Why didn’t I just strangle you when you were born?" In the end, Lucian bandaged my wounds and told me to admit my mistake. He said that if I knelt sincerely in the chapel for Selena for seven days, we could pretend none of this had ever happened and continue our lives together.

her mother asked gently. "It's over," Selena said. "Matthew and I... we tried to make it work. But it didn't. We're separated." There was silence on the other end. "Do you love him?" her mother asked finally. "Yes," Selena admitted. "But love wasn't enough." "Was it love that wasn't enough?" her mother asked. "Or was it fear?" Selena didn't answer. "Mija, I've watched you build a remarkable life," her mother continued. "A successful company. A respected position in your industry. And you've done it all without letting anyone close. Without trusting that anyone could handle your ambition."

"I should have stopped her. Maybe she wouldn't have met the cruel fate of bringing you into this world. She risked everything, the love of the pack, my care, just to bring you into the world." "If my Luna had only listened, you wouldn't have killed her," Selena finished as tears formed on her eyelids. Edward drew her closer and rested his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. "I know you adored her, but stop crying. It's over." Then he turned towards me. "Ivory, your mother was a virtuous woman. She taught Selena everything she knows today. I loved her. Everyone loved her. Selena loved her." Yeah right, she loved her so much that she could f**k her husband behind her back and finally ta

“Can we talk? Somewhere more comfortable?” Althea studied her closely. “We can’t exactly talk properly here, can we?” Selena continued lightly. “Or… are you fine discussing my relationship with Chase while standing in the middle of an aisle? I don’t mind.” “I don’t see the need to hear anything about your past with him,” Althea replied flatly, reaching for a pack of butter on the shelf. Selena smiled, faintly condescending. “I’m Eli’s mother. And I’ve already provided plenty of proof that Eli is Chase’s biological child.”

After a moment I pressed gently as I tried to change the subject, “What about your parents? You only talk about your mum.” Selena nodded slowly. “Mummy said daddy’s dead. I never met him.” Her voice was small—careful. I felt something pang in my chest as I took in deep breaths. “What about your mom?” I tried to keep the tone light and casual. “Well, she’s fine. It’s just that I hear her cry at night when she thinks I’m sleeping and I don’t like it.” “Why is that?” “I think her boss is a terrible person. I don’t like him.”