Single Mother Romance Books Novels & Stories

Dennis still had no idea his father was caught up in a passionate romance with another woman. She shook her head, trying to banish these thoughts, only to turn and see Leopold standing in the doorway with Elora right behind him.

Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

She could be here alone… without a man sitting beside her, without the father of her child sitting beside her. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need Adrian Moore. She could do this – alone. There’re a lot of single mothers nowadays. She would be one of them. Yes, come on, Liz. You can do this!

Author's Message To my dearest readers, As I write this message, my heart is overflowing with so much emotion, gratitude, pride, hope, and most of all, love. Finishing From Single Mom to the Billionaire’s Queen: Aleira Tan feels like closing a chapter not just in this novel, but in a deeply personal part of my life. This story is more than fiction, it’s a reflection of my own journey, and through Aleira’s voice, I was finally able to share a piece of myself with the world.

Skyler Jefferson lived in a medium apartment on the eastern coast of A city. She lived there alone. Her mother would always nag her to get herself a boyfriend but there hasn’t been any man that pleased her eyes, at least not romantically. It wasn’t that she was ugly appearance-wise, no she wasn’t. Skyler was beautiful, with shoulder-length honey brown hair, mesmerizing grey eyes, and hearty lips, she would easily get anyone, only that she wasn’t interested.

What was one more little mess to clean up, if it made her happy? Mother had been a single mom for years, so everything came down to me; taking care of me and picking up waitressing shifts at a local bar, cleaning up the house, shopping for groceries, and anything and everything in between. However, my mother rather do all of that by herself than be stuck in a relationship with someone who didn’t care about me. Because of that fear that someone would have loved us, her dating life had been as dry as the desert until she married Daniel Santini, a widowed Italian emigrant in the Philippines. At least I had some of the best company, though.

"And here's the truth: I'm not perfect. But I never cheated. I never faked my vision. I've battled for every inch beneath my feet. If people despise me for that, so be it. I refuse to apologize for surviving." By the time she left, #SerenaSpeaks was trending. That night, Damien faced his mother again. Her expression was taut with disappointment. "You lost her." she stated. "She's not an object to be owned," he replied. "She's an asset gone rogue," she asserted. "She's a woman reclaiming her story," he countered. His mother rose to her feet. "Then you're no longer fit to oversee her file."

By then, I'd become a professional—a mother who could stand on her own and support Luca through my own hard work. Challenges hadn't broken me before, and they wouldn't now. In time, we'd find the answers we needed.

“Where else should you be? No one is missing you, Taylor. Your boss doesn't expect you for weeks. Your friends didn’t even care enough to make sure you got home safe when you left them. And I know there isn't a boyfriend or any other romantic partner. There's just me and you and the sooner you realise I am what you really want the easier this will go.” “I don’t know-”She trailed off. “Why am I here Christian?” “Because I want you to be.” I twirled one loose blonde strand of hair around my finger. “And I always get what I want.” “I was promised that I could leave at any time.” She was on the verge of crying but somehow, she kept it together. She didn’t break and I was kind of glad about that.

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?