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My mother reclined on the adjacent table, her flawless blonde hair wrapped in a pristine white towel while a silent aesthetician worked expensive oils into her skin. "Marriage is a business transaction, Victoria," my mother stated, her voice slicing through the tranquil instrumental music playing in the background. "Romance is a fictional concept invented to keep weak people distracted from acquiring real power. During my twenties, girls wasted their youth chasing fated mates and poetic love. I chased the Northern Council seat, and I secured our bloodline for generations." Staring at the blurred mosaic tiles on the floor beneath my face cradle, a familiar suffocation crept into my throat. Ma

poor boy, she said, giving a kind of stare that looks like that of my late grandmother whenever she's giving me candy. I called you here because there's something bothering me, after my ex husband and I got divorced, I have been developing some kind of feelings for my son, she opened her mouth when I said that. "Please don't judge me yet", I said softly. Sometimes, if these feelings persist, my VJ Itches me and I get really wet. I know I shouldn't feel this way, so I called you here for your advice. Debbie listened to my explanation and said, You are gone girl, cut to the chase, you sexually attracted to your son, he is your flesh and blood, you shouldn't lust over him, she replied making a

A thrill of rebellion sparked in her chest, she knew her mother, Asli, would hate them, but damn if they didn"t make her feel sexy. Her phone buzzed with a text from a friend, but before she could check it, Asli's sharp voice cut through the house. “Nova! Get in here right now!” Sighing, Nova padded barefoot to the kitchen, where her mother stood with arms crossed, her dark eyes flashing with irritation. Asli was in her late forties but looked younger, her curves accentuated by a simple blouse and skirt, though tonight her excitement for Adam’s return from his month-long business trip made her cheeks flush.

“How can you prove you’re Mrs. Roth?” When she heard me say this, the woman laughed out loud. “Do I really need to prove it?” “My sons are right here. Over the years, I’ve been by my husband’s side while we negotiate business deals.” The surrounding guests immediately backed up her claim. “Whenever Mr. Roth discussed business, Mrs. Roth would always be present. Your mother, on the other hand, looks timid and hesitant. She doesn’t even look like a wealthy matriarch!”

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Ok, so this wasn’t as awkward as I worried it would be. ‘Like them young, huh?’ I heard her say quietly to Roman, he just told her to shut up and nudged her with his shoulder. Honestly, it was nice to see that he had a healthy relationship with the mother of his oldest daughter… after dealing with his other psycho ‘’ex’’ f*ck buddies anyway. We followed her through the house and into a large living room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, I was in complete and utter awe! ‘Roman, Alex!’ Willow exclaimed excitedly, Trying to get up, but her huge pregnant belly wouldn’t allow it. Who i assumed was her husband helped her to her feet and she waddled over to us. Ah, I didn’t miss that.

"And you, Hailey. You quit your job to play house, but you can't even handle basic chores. What makes you think you could run a company?" Joe and Hailey exchanged awkward glances but didn't argue. They knew better. *** While they sulked, I threw myself into learning how to write novels during Luca's nap times. My days were a blur of baby care, cooking, laundry, and cramming in writing practice—outlines, characters, opening scenes. Every free second, I was learning. Claudia, meanwhile, focused her laser-sharp criticism squarely on Hailey. "Hailey, did you just put sugar in the soup instead of salt? This is supposed to nourish Joe, not send him into a sugar coma! How can you be so careless wit

“Amaya is a sweet girl, Fiona. At this little age, she needs all the love she can get. Especially from you, her mother. She's just five years old. You shouldn't bother with the latest skincare to use on her or how to make her look dazzling. Let kids be kids.” Fiona's face grew hard, and she squared her shoulders in a challenge. “Oh, I see. So, now you're going to tell me how to be a mother? You think you know everything because you have one kid? Don't forget, you're a single mom, Janette-” “So are you,” Janette interjected and Fiona gasped. “Being a single mother isn't a crime, Fiona. It's not something to be ashamed of either. It just means that…"

Nora couldn't help but feel a surge of overwhelming love as she gazed at her sleeping daughter, her heart melting at the sight. Graycen's peaceful slumber tugged at Nora's heartstrings, reminding her of the profound responsibility she had as a mother. She would do anything for her daughter, willingly sacrificing her own needs and desires to ensure Graycen's well-being. Nora knew the challenges that lay ahead as a single parent, but her determination to provide for her daughter surpassed any personal sacrifices she had to make.

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,