Who Is Selena's Real Mom Novels & Stories

Lauren had come over to help Selena with extra lessons. Lauren watched Diana for a moment with clear disdain. Then she leaned closer to Selena. “Promise me something,” Lauren said gently. Selena looked up at her. “What?” “Promise me you won’t grow up to like your mom.” Selena blinked, confused. “Why?” Lauren smiled softly, poisonous beneath the sweetness. “She’s just a housewife. She cooks and cleans all day. She depends on your dad for everything. It’s sad.” Selena frowned. “Mommy is sad?”

"This is Kaelara Storm's office. This is to tell you that we are dropping you. The team revisited your profile and we found out that you are not a real artist. You don't write your songs." That is not the case, Selene said hastily, and her panic grew. "I write everything myself. I can show…” "We don't work with frauds." The call cut off. Selene was looking at her phone in disbelief. Dropped. Without meeting her. Without letting her explain. Saying she does not write her song? Her chest tightened. She pulled on the side of the road and parked. She shook with her breath trying to comprehend what had just occurred. Then she saw figures coming to her window.

It was going to be such a long night and he hoped that it will be a success. **** Selena couldn’t stop laughing as Diana, Sean’s mother kept on telling her about Sean’s childhood. He was quite a naughty child, she realized. “I am glad that soon I will be having a grandchild. I am happy that my son is happy with you”’ Diana said and she felt touched by her words. “I am the one that should be grateful. Among all the women Sean knows, he chose me. I am not that special, I am young and childish but I am still grateful that he is with me even to this point and day,” Selena said, feeling emotional.

I replied straightaway, feeling really pissed. "Then who are you? Isn't it the maid uniform that you're wearing?" She snorted, moving closer to me but covering her nose. "My name is Selene and my parents are pack hunters. Earlier, I found out I'm the mate to the scumbag you just called a brother." I retorted strongly, not understanding where the courage really came from. Her jaw dropped as she was taken aback at what I just uttered. "You say what?" Her eyes widened as she asked in an inaudible tone, shaking her head.

It hadn't always been that way. Selena Mark was an only child and lived with her mother. She never knew her father, since he had passed away when she was only 1 year old. Around that time, Elias Edward and his family had moved in next door. Since Elias was only a year older than Selena, they became instant friends.

Letting her know she could trust me. “My mother was engaged in money laundering which my father, nor any other person known of. She was very careful not to let it get out, even to my father. My father would never support that act so she kept it a secret.” I stared at Selena, it was a surprise she wasn't throwing a fist. She only sat down and let me talk.

“It came from my file.” Selena’s grip got tighter. Now the truth felt slippery, impossible to grab. Keller leaned in. I saw it too. The label: Egg Source: Anonymous Donor. Selena’s breath hitched—no hiding her reaction now. She stared at the woman, her eyes sharp with disbelief and growing anger. “No,” she said, voice low. She felt it in her bones—this child was hers. So why did the paperwork say otherwise? Her chest tightened, pain shifting into something darker, stronger.

“Selena, your face reminds me of your mother. She looked just like you when she wasn't married!” ！！！ I looked up in shock to find that Nyx and Baron were calm, except for me. It was obvious that they had known about it. Oh My Moon Goodness, I'm looking at Selena's mother's family! Selena was clearly shocked, too, her voice trembling and incoherent. "What? You know my mom? Then who... Who are you to me?" "I'm your mother's aunt," Emory said. “My Moon Goddess... my mother rarely talks about her family! I. . . I don't even know...”

Once the wolves found their mate, there was no way to deny the physical pull. Her mind went back to her dad's words at the party. Was her mother alive? How was it even possible? Once she had died, one of the old women of the pack, who had looked after Selena since she was a baby, took her in. Selena was grateful that the old woman took care of her, but Selena longed for a mother's love. Sometimes the old women used to look at her with pity, but she never talked. She was mute. Did she know something?

"If you were here, Mummy, I wouldn't be in this position." Her mother would have known what to do—she always did. But, sadly, the cold hands of death had taken her away, leaving Selena with a father who didn’t even realize he was a father. Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Adrian: You have an hour to get ready. ****** “You’re getting worked up over nothing,” Valeria, Adrian's sister, remarked casually. “I’m not,” Adrian retorted, his tone sharp. “Yes, you are.”