The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm a Queen and can influence millions of lives. “I don’t care about your version of perfection.” Mother said with a hard tone. I tense up to see the hard lines in her face and the bland look of death and revenge she evokes. There was no trace of the mother I used to know, the woman here was her in looks but dead in spirit. “What are you saying mama?” “I want my revenge.”

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

“Felix, shall we make a bet on who’s going to die today?” They had made a fool of my mom to such an extent. I would definitely make them pay for this! “Beatrice, don’t do anything foolish. If we just apologize, they’ll let us go. “If I just beg, if I just call myself a worthless woman, they won’t target you anymore. “Be good, Beatrice. Let me handle this. I’ll protect you.” My mom was emotionally unstable. It was as if she had been gaslighted for so long that she had developed a trauma response.

"He’s your son! How could you do this? It’s... it’s sick." "He stopped being my son the moment he signed my death warrant," he replied, his eyes turning into chips of black ice. He stood up, towering over me, his powerful physique a testament to the brutal discipline he’d used to rebuild his life. "He’s a weak, sniveling squatter in a house built on my blood. He failed to protect you, and he failed to kill me. Now, he’s just a ghost in a suit, and you’re the woman who belongs to the man he tried to murder."

She'd changed a lot, and it seemed like life hadn't exactly been smooth sailing for her. "Ruth." I had mixed feelings when I heard her address me as her mother. I didn't know what else I could say. "Mom, I'm sorry." Ruth looked anxious. She fell to her knees before me and kept apologizing. "I know I was wrong, Mom. How have you been over the years? Do you still hate me? I know I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. "Vivian's a horrible woman! Not only did she trick Dad, but she even tried to sell me to human traffickers! I was too young to know any better. Mom, can you please forgive me?"

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut

" I'm your mother Beau, you think I won't hear and know of your comings and goings through your window, talk to me what's going on with you, where have you been and where are you going? " " Mom, can I ask you something and trust you to be honest with me " " of course honey " " how did you manage to get me to raise me and do you know who my birth parents are " she looked at me long and hard and her eyes filled up with tears " so you know, for sure now, that we're not your parents but sweetheart you'd always be my baby " she looked away then back at me this time with her tears falling " there was a woman, I have no idea who she was, your father and I had been trying for another baby, we where

"I won't allow you to speak of my mothers like that. While I didn't meet Katherina in person, you respect her in my presence, and yes, she trusted that damn Maritza, who didn't measure up. As for my mother Lilibeth, you'd better watch your mouth whenever you speak of her." "That poor woman who's only with your father because she's been forced all these years. It's a shame that your image of a happy little family is a farce. Your supposed mother has never really loved your father, let alone you." Giulio spits. Just as I'm about to respond, I hear someone loading a gun, followed by a shot hitting Giulio's healthy leg. All my men and I turn, and I see my mother with a gun in her hand, a look on

I saw a figure close by. "Help! Please help me!" I called out. The figure came into view and I saw who it was. "Mum?" "You will never amount to anything. No one loves you. No one will ever love you. You are a curse! I hate you." She spat out. "Please mum, help me. Don't let him hurt me." I pleaded, tears running from my eyes profusely . " I am not your mother! I will never be your mother!" She said with so much distaste and hatred.