What? My Love-stricken Mom Is Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

With a sigh I turned my phone over to see it was James calling, a smile spread on my lips but I quickly recovered and threw my phone to the other side. “Are you sure you're okay darling?” My Mom asked, walking into my room with a furrowed brow. “Can I ask you something?” “Yeah,” my Mom said, coming to sit down on the bed next to me. “Would you hate me if I took back Aldric?” My Mom stared at me like I had lost my mind , well maybe I had lost my mind because I want something that suits my taste and the only person that can give it to me is Aldric, right?

And because my family had fallen apart, I’d been left alone. That single experience had changed my life, made me who I am now, the disgusting slut I've turned into. I poured myself some more coffee, forcing a careless smile back onto my face. "Besides It’s gonna be fun and I like fun.” Kai groaned helplessly. “You’re insane.” “Maybe. But Dominic will regret ever crossing paths with my mother." My smile turned cold as steel. I'll make sure of it.

Dad was hell-bent on finding her back then and he buried himself in the search that we became non-existent to him and that didn’t sit too well with my mom. I threw open the door to her quarters without knocking and it startled her. She was sitting by the window sipping tea as though she was the daughter of a noble family. One look at me and she was on her feet, hurrying towards me to grab me by the shoulders. “What’s wrong, Ivy? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” I pried her hands off my face “She is back” I breathed out “Amira is back, Mom” Tears flooded my vision as I gasped for breath “Why is she back? Now of all times?”

mom asks as we stay there and look up at the stars. “Yes, I am now sure. He is the one I am missing, the one I want to see and the one I can’t forget. Mom is this how love is? When I was broken hearted by Jemar I easily forget him but to Vlash… I can’t seem to forget him or even stop seeing his face to every man I see that looks like him. I can’t even stop dreaming of him. Mom, I wonder…… is loving always like this or I am just being confused again?” I said as I look at her.

In all the hectic mess and emotional turmoil, I seemed to have forgotten that goal. I had fallen in love though, and I had not planned for that. "Yeah, I'm heading back to London," I said simply to my mom's question. "Didn't you just get back??" my mother exclaimed, and now her worry was oozing out of every pore. "And where's Lena? Are you guys having problems? Is that why you came home? Then why are you going back? Did-" "Mom!" I cut her off, grabbing her hand in mine to try and help calm her down.

“Dad, Mom, sorry for making you worry.” Mom hugged me tightly as tears streamed down her face. “Silly child, you’re the one who has suffered! It’s okay now. You’re back. It’s okay!” Dad patted my back and sighed heavily. “Alright, the test is over. As it turns out, love that isn’t about money is rarer than hitting the jackpot. Let’s go home.” “You’re right. Let’s go home.”

My mom took all the love luck in the family and left me with absolutely nothing. "Hey, baby! I didn't know you'd be here," she says as soon as she spots the sad girl sitting on the floor clutching her water bottle while she tries not to break down. That's me, "Are you okay?" "Not really," I admit, my lip starting to tremble. My mom sits down on the bench in front of me, her face gentle as she waits for me to explain, "Henry... I'm in love with him, Mom.” "Oh," she just blinks, unsurprised, "Yeah, I figured... why are you sad, though?"

“You are watching your empire crumble, and now you're watching the one person who could save it thrive in the arms of someone else.” I swallowed as something ugly swirled in my chest. Mom leaned in closer, “You cannot let her go.” I frowned, “What do you mean by ‘cannot’? She's already gone.” Mom smirked, “People do not stay gone unless you let them. It's high time we brought her back.” I took a step back, “Bring her back?” I echoed, “How do you suggest we do that?” “I'm suggesting,” Mom said, lowering her voice, “That you strategize.”

"Trust me, Elara still loves you; you just need to find what to awaken it again." Micah knew that arguing with his mom, who seemed so sure of herself, was a waste of everything so he nodded so she could give it rest. If Zara heard that he was doing something like this, then she would throw a fit. As Micah sat there, thinking he was not sure if he still loved Elara because, for some reason, he found his mind drifting to Zara multiple times a day."