All Chapters of A Lifetime With Her : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As I sat on the bed, I picked up the watch that had been in the box containing Jacob's belongings. Slipping it onto my wrist, I felt a surge of memories flood back - memories I thought were lost forever. Jacob, my older brother, was more than just a sibling; he was my hero. With his brown eyes, brown hair, and chiseled features, he had inherited our mom's striking appearance. Jacob died in a car accident. His body was ravaged by the intense flames. The only way we were able to identify him was through his trusty wristwatch, which he always wore. The watch now on my wrist was a strong reminder of that fateful day. This watch had been passed down from our dad to Jacob during happier times, when our family was whole. I remembered the "passing down rites" as we all called it, which was done on my graduation day, a joyous occasion that now seemed like a distant dream. Our family had been complete back then - Dad, Jacob, Mom, and I, occasionally joined by Grandma

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW I voiced out in tears, "It's not just about that! You had surgery and never told me!" My mother's eyes widened in disbelief, darting around the room. "Who told you that?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. I rose to my feet, anger coursing through my veins. "What, I wasn't supposed to know? Well, joke's on you, because Grandma told me!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking. My mother muttered to herself, "Why would she do that?" But I caught it, and my emotions boiled over. "Why would she do that?!" I demanded, my breathing getting ragged. "You... you..." My words trailed off as my chest tightened, and I felt my body begin to crumble. Slowly, I sank to the floor, clutching my chest, unable to breathe. I felt life seeping out of me as my heart felt like it was being tied tighter with each labored breath. My mother rushed to my side, her voice gentle, her hands patting my back. "Deep breaths, Darla. You're having a panic attack.” "Stay away from me," I stru

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW With a heavy heart and downtrodden spirit, I headed for my car after my conversation with Mister Leo. But then, it hit me - the real reason I had come to him. I sprinted back to Mister Leo just in time to see his ship sailing away. Our eyes locked, and he muttered, "You hurt her, Daniel. You killed them." His words struck me like a blow, my gaze faltering, my body weakening. I stood there, frozen, as the ship disappeared into the distance. The realization hit me like a tidal wave: Darla was truly gone. I never got to see her one last time. With that thought, I trudged back to my car and drove to the office, my mind numb. Thankfully, Florence had stalled the board members, but I wished she had canceled the meeting altogether. My mind was a jumble throughout the meeting, my thoughts flashing back to Mister Leo's gaze and his haunting words. Something didn't add up. Florence's voice broke through my reverie. "Sir?... Sir?" she asked, concern etched in her

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As I sat on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket and cradling a cup of tea, I watched the sunset - a daily routine that brought me solace and a moment of peace amidst my internal chaos. But my mind was elsewhere, consumed by the strained relationship with my mother since the incident. I couldn't look at her the same way again, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that things would never be the same between us. Our financial struggles added to my worries. We relied solely on Grandma's little income from the potato farm, which barely covered our expenses, and we were forced to use everything towards mum's recovery treatment. We dared not take her to the hospital, fearing the consequences of her being questioned about her past. Daniel's men might come knocking, and we couldn't risk it. As I pondered our situation, I felt a growing connection with my unborn baby. Yet, the mystery surrounding Jacob's lover remained unsolved. I know that returning to that country

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW The water lapped gently against our skin, the rose petals floating around us, their soft scent filling the air. Daniel's lips were on mine, his tongue teasing, his kiss intense and passionate. My body was thrumming with desire, my heart beating against his chest. His fingers trailed down my body, tracing patterns on my skin before they came to rest at the sensitive nub of my clit. A gasp escaped my lips as he began to stroke and caress me, the sensation building like a slow-burning flame. As his fingers moved, I arched into his touch, a moan escaping my lips as pleasure coursed through my body. His mouth on mine intensified, our tongues tangled in a passionate embrace. I could feel the heat between us rising, the water rippling as our bodies moved together. His fingers slid lower, their rhythm changing as he began to slide them into me, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. I gasped, my body tensing with pleasure, my hips lifting off the water's sur