What? My Love-stricken Mom Is Back Novels & Stories

I will fight for Arabella and get her back. I have realized my mistake now, I never should have placed my signature on those papers. I never should have pushed her out of my life. That was in the past and now I’m going to work for the future—for our future. “Ashton…..” Mom called and I shook my head knowing what she was going to say. “I’m not backing out on this Mom and nothing you say will make me.” I stubbornly said. “What if she doesn’t want you back? I mean after everything we did to her, no woman would want to take back a man that treated her as trash.” My chest burned at her words.

I sit up, wincing at the sharp pain in my back. That bitch...I can't believe she stabbed me. Shaking my head, I look out the window at Territory One city. I wonder where Kastriv is. I imagine he's woken from whatever my mother put in his body and has no idea where I am. The door suddenly opens, my mother appearing in view. I stare her down, trying not to let my anger overwhelm me. “You never loved me, did you?” “Define love." She picks at her fingernails like she's bored. She clearly only came up here to try manipulate me into giving her my power.

My stomach lurches. Why those this witch always come back during every fucking important moment? I asked my self with anger and hatred overwhelming me. Damien mutters a curse. “She wasn’t supposed to be back yet.” “She’ll see your truck,” I whisper. “I’ll leave through the side.” He starts toward the mudroom, then pauses. “Not a word.” Before I can respond he’s gone, silent as a shadow. The front door opens. “Scarlett?” my mother calls, her voice already sharp.

With every word, my workaholic brain raced, ideas piling up. “Hold on, you’re rushing, son. You can’t just hand your money to a stranger,” his mom spoke again, throwing a bucket of cold water on us. I tried to see her perspective—I’d been out of her kids’ lives for five years. Maybe she was being overprotective, worried her son was being swayed by a con artist because of our past. But why was she only showing concern now? “She’s not a stranger,” Marcos growled. “Your mom’s right. We just reconnected; we can take it slow.” I tried to agree with the angry woman so Marcos wouldn’t explode beside me.

But for the first time. I believed he regretted what he'd done. The question was... Would regret be enough? --- A soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in." The door opened. Not a nurse. Not a doctor. My mother hurried inside first. "Zephyr." She wrapped her arms around me as gently as she could. "Oh, sweetheart." I hugged her back. "I'm okay." She pulled away just enough to cup my face. "You scared us." "I know." Behind her...

“Oh fuck me,” I groaned, dramatically slamming my phone down on the couch like it had personally betrayed me. Aiden raised an eyebrow from where he was standing, looking far too amused for my liking. “What’s got you in full drama-queen mode already?” “My mom’s coming back home. Tomorrow. Early.” I dragged a hand down my face. “The little vacation bubble just popped.” “Yay,” Aiden said with zero enthusiasm, stretching the word out like taffy. “No more secret cock for you, I guess. Tragic.”

Furthermore, Jerome treated Aria like she was his own, and he treated Aria even better than I could. Ever since my dad was arrested, my mom's and my lives started going downhill. My mom's mental health had deteriorated. She would blabber about how she needed to catch the mistress or the bad guy who was trying to harvest her granddaughter's organs. My work performance had always been quite mediocre. With what happened at home and my emotions affected, I was soon dismissed from work. It seemed like my journey ahead would still be rough and ragged…

"That doesn't make any sense. If you're not my fiancée, then how—" "Call me Mom." Silence. Complete, absolute silence. Caleb stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "What did you say?" "I said call me Mom." I rose to my feet, looking down at him. "Because while you were off playing house with your rogue girlfriend, I married your father."

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.