12 Book(s) Related to MOM

Five years ago, at the engagement party, Alice was schemed against by her malicious sister Nova and was cast out of the family. Nova seized their mother's only inheritance.
Pregnant and unwed, Alice didn't know who the father was.
Five years later, Alice returned with her three children, determined to reclaim everything that belonged to her. To her astonishment, she discovered that the father of her children was none other than her fiancé from five years ago.
Mr. Hall: "You gave birth to my three children. Why won't you accept me?"
Alice: "I need love."
Mr. Hall: "I will make you feel my deep love!"
Alice: "You womanizer, always flirting around!"
Mr. Hall: "Baby, my heart has always belonged to you!"
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That scumbag who turned into a jerk as soon as he had some money had been sneaking around with my stepsister behind my back. On our wedding night, no less, he was still carrying on with her! To make matters worse, my shameless stepsister drugged me, causing me to lose my long-preserved virginity to some stranger, and I even ended up pregnant with his child! And now, that traitorous bastard wants to divorce me so he can be with my despicable stepsister! Over my dead body!
Four years later, I returned to the country with triplets born abroad, armed with unparalleled medical skills and a burning desire for revenge against those who betrayed me. My ex-husband, that scumbag, begging for a second chance? Get lost!
But what’s the deal with this billionaire I accidentally saved? Not only does he look just like my kids, but he’s also shamelessly insisting on being their father!
The billionaire: "They are my children. Who else do you want them to call dad?"

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...

Jessie never imagined her life could hit such a low. Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, fate tossed her into the most ridiculous—and unexpected—situation. She was supposed to be on her way to a blind date, her last chance at a fresh start. But instead, she found herself rushing to help two crying kids who shouted, “Daddy is hurting us!” Heart racing, she jumped in to protect them—only to realize it was all an act. And the man behind it? None other than Alex—rich, powerful, dangerously handsome, and known as the legend of M City. Cool as ever, he was calmly handing out drumsticks to the “injured” children as their reward for a job well done. Furious and flustered, Jessie shouted, “Alex, you ruined my blind date!” But he just looked at her, voice low and sure, and said, “If you're looking for someone to marry… shouldn’t I be your first choice?”

Sold into a marriage with a stranger she'll never meet, Aveline Reeves loses everything. Six years later, one drugged night of desperate passion with Manhattan's most dangerous billionaire changes everything.
She flees his bed, leaving only a priceless ring—never knowing she's just marked herself for hunting.

After an arranged marriage for family interests, Aria's fiancé vanished on the day of their contract ceremony, leaving her to endure three years alone.

During her time wandering, she met a down-and-out alpha and gradually fell for him.

But later, witnessing Isabella nestled against him, she mistook it for his affections having shifted elsewhere and left.

By the time Marcus finally realized that Aria was the woman from his dreams, she had already disappeared.

A plane crash led Marcus to believe both mother and daughter were dead.

Five years later, Marcus ran into Aria and their daughter at a local elementary school.

Marcus stared at Aria in shock. "You... you're alive?"

Aria responded coldly, "Sorry to disappoint you."

"Aria, I thought you were dead... I've been searching for you and our daughter for four whole years!" Marcus's voice trembled as he struggled to steady himself.

"Searching for us?" Aria laughed bitterly. "Don't you already have a new mate? Isn't Isabella perfect for you?"

"That's different. I never forgot about you..."

"Enough, Marcus. We're over, aren't we?"

When fated mates meet again, will they be able to hold onto each other this time?

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies .

“ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe .

I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth .

“ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

I was declared dead in a car accident—while my husband was desperately trying to save the woman he truly loved.
Five years later, I return with top medical skills and two adorable children. Now, the world knows me as the renowned “Dr. Green.”
With red-rimmed eyes, Charles Windsor corners me and chokes out, “Diana, our children… are they still alive?”

Due to an incident that harmed someone, my husband sent me to a psychiatric hospital to avoid public scrutiny.
In the fifth year of being confined here, my eyes finally regained their sight.
Just as I was overjoyed and wanted to share this good news with my husband, I discovered he had already betrayed me and was having an affair with my half-sister.
It turned out everything was a conspiracy from the beginning. They plotted to poison and blind me, and even made my own son call that mistress "mom"!
For all this deception and harm, I must seek justice and make them face the consequences of their actions...

When debt-ridden Wendy Chen hits rock bottom, an unexpected "job" becomes her lifeline—a contract marriage with veteran Jason Morrison, paying $100,000 a year for one year, with a single assignment: being a "mom" to his fourteen-year-old son Liam.

This should have been the perfect business arrangement. Jason needs someone to care for his stepmother-resistant son, while Wendy needs money to escape the crushing gambling debts her ex-husband left behind. No love, no expectations—just cold contractual terms.

But when Liam "welcomes" her with a bucket of ice water, when Jason struggles through PTSD episodes during thunderstorms, when her dangerous ex-husband resurfaces to threaten her new life... Wendy finds herself caught in a deadly trap: she's genuinely falling in love with this broken family.

Until fourteen-year-old Liam accidentally discovers the contract.

Everything falls apart.

My name is Maya Wilson. I'm seventeen, I have 100K TikTok followers, and I just watched my dad destroy our family for a twenty-five-year-old homewrecker named Ashley.

"Ashley makes me feel alive again," he said, dismissing seventeen years of marriage like a bad business deal.

"We'll be one happy family," she smiled, standing in our kitchen like she already owned it.

That's when I knew: Mom needed my protection.

What followed was a war fought with laptops and lies, fake pregnancies and real heartbreak. A battle between a broken housewife discovering her strength, a teenage girl wielding digital weapons, and a woman who thought she could manipulate her way to victory.

Six months later, Mom would be accepting awards. Ashley would be gone. And Dad?

Dad would be begging for forgiveness he'd never get.

Have you ever pressed your cheek against your mother's cold skin, pretending she was just sleeping?
For seven days, I climbed on chairs to steal cookies, sweeping up broken glass with my bare hands when the jar slipped—terrified any sound might disturb her eternal sleep. I pulled her favorite blue dress over her still body and whispered, "You're not cold now, Mommy. You're not cold."
I was five years old, and I thought death was something you could fix with a blanket.
Dad's study stayed locked until the day we buried him. That's when I found them—hidden behind loose boards in the wall. Videotapes he'd never watched. Letters he'd never sent. And phone records showing the calls Mom made in those final days.
Twenty-three missed calls. Twenty-three attempts to reach the man she was dying to forgive.
keep wondering about that final call my mother tried to make to my father—did he ever know she reached out? Was his coldness toward her truly indifference, or was it a kind of love I was too young to recognize?
Some secrets die with their keepers. But the questions—the questions bury themselves in your bones and grow.