A tragic misunderstanding that ruined a promising love story…. When Darla gets kicked out of the Gomez Mansion, a place she worked as a maid, she is devastated but even more hurt when she finds out that it was her beloved that had her kicked out, Daniel Gomez. Overcome with grief and fear for her unborn child's safety, Darla fled the city. Daniel, perplexed by her sudden disappearance, searched far and wide for her, but to no avail. Five years passed, and Darla rebuilt her life as a successful voiceover artist and brand influencer. Returning to the city with her daughter, Raya, she is determined to move forward, but Daniel is resolute in his pursuit. This time, he will never let her go and is ready to make her his… for a lifetime.
View MoreDANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW As soon as I dropped Monica off at home, I headed out to my car, despite the late hour. I called James as I walked, and he answered on the first ring."Hey, are you there?" I asked."We've got his location, and we're waiting outside his house," James replied. "Mister Brandford and I are here, and I've also got the police force ready to take him down. Brandford dug up some dirt on him, and it turns out Malik wasn't mentally unstable at all. He lied to get into rehab and lay low for the crimes he committed."I stopped dead in my tracks. "What kind of crimes did he commit?""Human trafficking," James revealed. "The FBI raided their operation once and caught most of them, but Malik escaped by pretending to be mentally unstable. The court believed him because he was a victim of abuse. With what we know now, he's going away for life."I let out a frustrated expletive. "Alright, I'll be there soon. Make sure he doesn't escape."I quickly got into my car and started th
DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW When we arrived, the staff greeted us warmly, and we were led to a private room.The room was privately reserved as I had told Monica. The place belonged to James' friend, so it would be easy to get our plan done.As we sat down, Monica couldn't help but notice the champagne chilling in the bucket. "You're really going all out, aren't you?" she said, raising an eyebrow.I smiled, pouring her a glass. "I want to make tonight special."We toasted and sipped our champagne, the conversation flowing easily. Monica laughed and smiled, her guard dropping with each passing minute.The evening wore on, and we laughed and talked like we used to. I made sure to keep the champagne flowing, and Monica's inhibitions began to fade.As the main course arrived, I reached across the table and took her hand. "I'm really glad we're doing this, Monica. I feel like we're reconnecting."Monica's eyes sparkled, and she squeezed my hand. "Me too, Daniel. Me too."I could smell the cham
DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW "James, I can't keep pretending to be in love with Monica anymore. I need her out of my house soon," I lamented to James, who sat across from me in my office."I know, but it's only for a little while longer. The blackmail has been working perfectly, and I think she's going to fall for it," James consoled me.Ever since we put our blackmail plan into action, Monica had been on edge, always looking over her shoulder, scared that someone was lurking in the shadows. One touch and she would jolt in shock. She has become secretive, always hiding, but amidst all that, I have managed to gain her trust, making her think I was the good guy. She doesn't suspect a thing, and even if she did, there is no evidence on my devices."Monica is getting more clingy and tight-lipped. This whole love thing isn't working. We need another approach," I blurted out."I've called Mister Brandford. He'll be here soon, and then we can devise another plan," James explained."He better be h
DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As soon as it was morning, and at an appropriate time, I dialed the phone number on the card and called Miss Vanessa Chen. I was nervous, pacing back and forth. Would she even answer? Would she still remember me? It has been a long time since she gave me her card, and I never called her. Would there even be a vacant position available anymore?After the third ring with no reply, my hope began to dwindle. I should have known this was pointless. But I didn't want to give up so soon, so I tried calling her again for the fourth time. And then, it connected."Yes, this is Vanessa Chen from DG AdVibe Bali. How may we be of service to you?" Vanessa said in a professional tone."Hi, Miss Vanessa, this is... um... Darla. The girl you met at a café some time ago. You said my voice was unique and gave me your card to consider a job. Do you still remember?" I asked nervously."Of course, how could I forget you? You were on the news recently," Miss Vanessa said with a hint o
DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW I stood in the courtroom, my heart racing with anticipation, as Judge Thompson entered and took his seat. It had been three long weeks since Sebastian's arrest, and I had been waiting for this moment, for what felt like an eternity."Sebastian Smith, you have been found guilty of Attempted Murder of an Unborn Child, Attempted Murder in the First Degree, and Reckless Endangerment in the First Degree," Judge Thompson began. "The severity of your crimes is unparalleled, and the court has taken into consideration the harm you caused to Darla Matthew and her unborn child."I felt a lump form in my throat as the judge continued. "For the charge of Attempted Murder of an Unborn Child, I hereby sentence you to twenty-five years to life in prison. For the charge of Attempted Murder in the First Degree, I sentence you to thirty years to life in prison, to be served consecutively with the first sentence. And for the charge of Reckless Endangerment in the First Degree, I se
DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW Cecelia, Myra, and I waited a week before meeting up, careful not to arouse suspicion. During that time, I scoured the internet for information about the shooting incident at Daniel's company. What I found broke my heart and left me conflicted. Despite my hatred for Daniel, reading about his company's downfall tore me apart. Maybe I still loved him, even after he tried to kill me.A week later, we met at the potato farm where Grandma Amelia and my mother worked. Amelia brought her uncle, the police chief, as promised. As we surveyed the vast crop land, I handed him the evidence I had gathered on Sebastian. "Will this be enough to put him in prison?" I asked.The police chief took the documents and said, "I'll need to review these and do some additional research before we can make an arrest.""How long will that take?" I asked, concern etched in my voice."With the witness records, hospital statements, and concrete proof you've provided, it should only take me th
DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW After my conversation with Sebastian on the road that day, a series of mysterious events unfolded. My mother was released from custody without explanation, and the Hillary incident was dropped as if it never happened. My doubts about Sebastian's involvement grew exponentially.Meanwhile, Sebastian's harassment intensified. He progressed from pushing me to orchestrating more sinister "accidents": slippery floors, oncoming vehicles, and even stalking me. The final straw was when he appeared at my house dressed in a horror costume, holding a knife. But I refused to be intimidated.Determined to expose the truth, I collaborated with a hospital doctor to uncover the identity of the woman Sebastian had paid to induce my miscarriage. With this new information, I reached out to Myra, and arranged a secret meeting.I chose a discreet café, ensuring Sebastian wouldn't follow me. He thinks I'm still at the hospital for my ante-natal check-up, unbeknownst to him, I had exit
DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW "How did you know it was Malik who murdered Troy?" James asked, his curiosity piqued.I recalled the chilling voicemail. "I recognized his voice in the background, speaking in an Arabic tone right before the shot was fired. I can't forget the distinctive sound of his accent."James raised an eyebrow. "And that makes him the murderer?"I connected the dots. "Both Monica and Malik escaped from rehab. I think she might have hired him to do her a favor, like killing Troy. Did the email give any further information?"“Yes, there are a lot of files. Let me just download them.” James replied.After a few minutes, his expression turned horrified. "You may be right, Daniel. Malik and Monica tortured a fellow inmate to death, making it look like a suicide. They were caught trying to delete the evidence and fled. They're currently wanted."I felt a chill run down my spine. "God, who is Monica? How could they have tortured someone to death?"James' eyes locked onto mine, h
DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEWJames and I departed from the Huangs' residence as soon as we obtained the desired information. I had previously told Monica that I would be spending my time in the office, and she didn't suspect otherwise, unaware that I had arranged for a team to escort the Huangs to a secure location.Upon our return, James and I swiftly began searching for Anthony's boyfriend's family. Within a few hours, we successfully located their address and headed there. Once we arrived, we got straight to the point."We're looking for the truth," I said firmly. "We want to know what happened to your son, Mrs. Miller."Mrs. Miller, the mother of Patrick Miller, Anthony's deceased boyfriend, broke down in tears. "That brutal woman killed my son," she sobbed, overcome with grief.I handed her a box of tissues, and James and I exchanged a somber glance. We knew that uncovering the truth wouldn't be easy, but we were determined to see justice served."Monica?" I asked, and she nodded in re
DARLA'S POVI stood frozen, unable to move or speak, as Mrs. Gomez's harsh words cut through the quiet. Her piercing emerald green eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and her pale skin appeared even paler with anger. "Leave this house immediately, you slut!”The guards dragged me out of the grand Gomez Mansion, their cold and unforgiving grip bruising my arms, the sound of my struggles echoing off the marble floors.What's going on? What have I done?My mind raced with questions. But I knew one thing was for sure, I was no slut.My gray eyes flickered up to meet the guards holding me up, hoping to get a hint of explanation from them, but their cold demeanor made me uneasy, and I recognized the sudden change in their behavior. The massive villa, its grand walls and gardens were a stark contrast to my confusion once we got to the entrance. Mrs. Gomez and Amaya approached me, their faces angry.Amaya's vicious anger spilled out. Her dark hair seemed to whip around her face as she spat out...
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