Selena Quintanilla Mom Novels & Stories

I recognize the slant of her letters right away. Lena. Selena's mom. They’re standing in front of a stone wall—the garden wall that Selena showed me. They’re laughing, arms slung around each other, young and whole, and completely unbroken. My chest feels tight. I pull out another one. My mom’s holding a baby—could be me or maybe Damian. The baby’s all wrapped up in a blanket, face hidden. I can’t tell. Flipping it over, there’s nothing written. Another photo. My mother, dressed in white, flowers in her hair. It’s from her mating ceremony. Dad’s got his arm around her waist, smiling at her in that way that reminds me of how Damian looks at Selena.

I picked up my suitcase and quietly walked to stand behind Dad. My sister, Camila Walker, clung to Mom even tighter and turned on the charm, saying, "Mom, you always say Selena's the considerate one. Now, you see who really loves you, right? She went straight to Dad without even looking at you." Mom looked at me in disappointment. "Selena…" I looked away indifferently. Mom grew angry when she saw that I wouldn't even look at her. "Are you really that shallow and materialistic? Fine, then. I wasted years raising you for nothing!"

she said. Another reporter: "Do you think Sereia is fit to be a mother?" he asked. Selena paused, letting the silence stretch. "I think my sister has been through a lot. We all have.. I also know she has a history of... Instability. The kidnapping. The gala incident. The way she’s kept Lucas from his daughter..." She shook her head. "I'm not saying she's not a goodmother. I'm just saying she needs help " she said. The reporters scribbled notes. Cameras flashed.

Feeling irritated, Selena finally picked up. "Hello?" Her tone was far from pleasant. On the other end, a soft, cautious voice responded, "Selena, I’m your mother." Selena let out a cold laugh. "Oh? How do you plan to prove that?" The woman hesitated before saying, "I gave birth to you. I don’t need to prove it. I know." Selena’s tone grew harsher. "You gave birth to me? I doubt it. It seems to me that you only gave birth to Jolie."

"If you were here, Mummy, I wouldn't be in this position." Her mother would have known what to do—she always did. But, sadly, the cold hands of death had taken her away, leaving Selena with a father who didn’t even realize he was a father. Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Adrian: You have an hour to get ready. ****** “You’re getting worked up over nothing,” Valeria, Adrian's sister, remarked casually. “I’m not,” Adrian retorted, his tone sharp. “Yes, you are.”

“Selena, your face reminds me of your mother. She looked just like you when she wasn't married!” ！！！ I looked up in shock to find that Nyx and Baron were calm, except for me. It was obvious that they had known about it. Oh My Moon Goodness, I'm looking at Selena's mother's family! Selena was clearly shocked, too, her voice trembling and incoherent. "What? You know my mom? Then who... Who are you to me?" "I'm your mother's aunt," Emory said. “My Moon Goddess... my mother rarely talks about her family! I. . . I don't even know...”

A warm feeling filled her chest, but it was also a little painful. Dominic noticed the change in Selena's expression. He saw how the woman's eyes began to glaze over, then a single tear fell down her cheek. "Hey." Dominic reached out, his thumb gently wiping away Selena's tears. "Why are you crying?" Selena quickly wiped her face, trying to smile. "I just... miss my mom." Dominic said nothing for a few moments. He knew that Selena's mother had been in a coma for a year.

However, it was her way of honoring her family. Grandma sighed, it seemed hard to just let Selena go. Especially to Damian's mansion. Grandma only knew a few things about Selena, about her relationship with Damian, Selena wasn't sure how much she knew. But, she was sure that she shouldn't talk carelessly because her mother had told her not to explain anything.

Or why her mother refused to even cook a warm meal for her, even though she said that she loved her? When Selena was brought out, the blanket slid down a bit from her face, and someone recognized her. “It really is Selena! Isn’t she the admin of Moms Unite? She even posted this morning in the group to tell the members that they had to stick to their principles at all times. So, her principle is to sleep with her husband’s childhood friend?” Cameras flashed. Selena screamed, “Don’t take any photos of me!” Howard begged me, “Philip, tell them not to take any photos…”

"What are you talking about?" She walked to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a folder I recognized instantly as the kind of thing she never let anyone else touch. She set it on the desk between us without opening it. My mother watched me for a moment before continuing, like she was deciding how much of my reaction to enjoy before moving forward. "Selena came to me two years ago," she said. "Frightened. Desperate. She'd discovered, through her own quiet investigation, that you were unable to father children. A condition, she believed, that had existed for years, long before your marriage to her." My mother's eyes stayed fixed on mine, unblinking. "She was terrified I would blame her