Novel & Cerita Sherry Big Momma's House

“Spending time with Mommy is not a waste, Sir. Mommy is a wonderful woman. You can talk to her about anything. She knows everything! If you two are talking, I promise not to disturb you. I can play in the yard by myself. Besides,” Summer took a deep breath.

​The boardroom was a chaotic theatre of white gas and lethal intent. The hiss of the vents was a predatory sound, but it was drowned out by the thunderous boom of Mrs. Gable’s shotgun. The blast didn't hit a person; it shattered the control panel next to the door, short-circuiting the gas release and the electronic locks.

"I'm trying to understand how a grown-ass woman shat on the bed. Like it doesn't make se-" "Okay, thank you very much. We're about to eat," my father stopped them. "No shit talk on the table, please." He went ahead and filled up my mom's plate first before filling his. I couldn't help smiling, looking at the two of them. Sandra's phone rang then. "Sorry, it's Borax," she said before answering the call. "Hey Borax," "Oh my God, hold the damn car, Grandpa!" My brows shot up at the female voice yelling. "You're going to squash me."

This is her home now. I don’t bother responding to the text. I just head downstairs, but I take my time. I am in no rush to see Chuck. He can wait for me. I find him and my mother in the morning room sipping mimosas like a couple of old friends. I don’t know how she doesn’t see him for the scumbag he is. Her eyes light up as I walk in. “Oh, there you are, dear. Your friend Chuck came to see you. He said you had some business to discuss.”

I thought of my own baby. My hand went to my stomach. Pain ripped through. Jack held him like glass, voice soft as he soothed him. He looked up, waved me over. All I felt was disgust. I didn't move. "Stella, come hold him." "I don't know how." My flat tone set him off. "Stella, what is this? Don't make this hard." "Hard?" I let out a dry laugh. "Even at my worst, I wouldn't play mom to a side chick's kid. And a baby from your affair? Nothing to be proud of—just like his mother. Shameless."

Upon hearing her father's words, Shirley burst into laughter without any reservation. Grandma, you're quite cunning! How much do you hate Mom for being so heartless and trying to ruin her? You tell Dad that this money is to compensate Mom by buying a house, and then tell Mom that it's to buy a house for you both! Then you turn around and tell Betty that this house is for her! Grandma, who is this house really for? "What about all the money you've saved over the years?" Shirley suddenly asked, "Why does Mom always say that the money earned every year is just enough for the household expenses?"

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Shelly couldn't stop her laughter from erupting as she followed her mom out of the spa heading towards the car. "Stop laughing it's annoying!" Her mom snapped at her. She giggled softly as she followed her mom quietly into the car. Quickly, the car door flew open and her mom flew out. "What is the matter, mom?" Shelly questioned mouth agape. Her mom squatted down a few meters beside her car and... "Oh my gosh! This is the public mom!" Shelly exclaimed looking around for people and security cameras. Her mom cocked her brows at her, "Really?"

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.