All Chapters of A Lifetime With Her : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SEBASTIAN'S POINT OF VIEW Darla. My one true love. Standing before her, I felt my eyes widen in shock, and my palms grew sweaty. My heart, which I once thought to be incapable of beating for anything, thumped loudly and widely."Sebastian..." Darla whispered my name in disbelief, and it seemed as if my world froze. My heart melted at the sound of her voice. She was still as lovely as I remembered, and time had been kind to her. Her gray eyes still shone, but this time, they seemed tired, suffocated, and desperate for help. Her brown skin looked pale with stress and hurt, and her once-lush brown hair now seemed lackluster. She appears to be going through the worst time in her life.The sight of her brought tears to my eyes, but I fought them back. I never expected her to be the new hire, nor did I expect to see her in Bali. When I broke up with her in our university days, I became devastated and lived in misery. No woman could ever know me, understand me, and love me like she did. He

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW After a long, drama-filled day at work, I trudged home, still reeling from the incident with Myra. Her slap stung, but I knew it was coming - she'd seen Sebastian's hand on my waist and caught my accidental eye contact. I wish I had slapped her back before Sebastian intervened.As I entered the house, I found Grandma Amelia setting the dining table. Mom was rarely home, usually working late, which worried me since she isn't fully healed yet."Good evening, Grandma," I greeted, heading for the stairs."Darla, what happened to your face?" Grandma Amelia asked, her tone gentle with concern."It's nothing, Grandma. Just a rough day at work. I'll be in my room," I replied politely."Aren't you having dinner?" Grandma asked."I think I'll pass. I'm too tired. I need to sleep," I said before heading up."Darla, you know you can tell me the truth," Grandma persuaded.I nodded and headed up, not wanting to worry her about the slap. As soon as I slumped into bed, I drifte

AMAYA'S POINT OF VIEW "What are you doing? Let go of me! You know we can't be seen together!" Mother yelled as I dragged her into the laundry room."Oh, please, Daniel isn't around. Forget it!" I sneered, releasing my grip on her arm as I closed the door.Mother rubbed her arm, eyeing me warily. "So, tell me, why did you bring me here?"Over the past few days, I've noticed a change in her behavior. She's been incredibly sweet and acting so kindly, trying to get on Daniel's good side, and it seems to be working. A part of me doesn't think this is just an act for her anymore. I think she might betray me in the long run. Her newfound friendship with Sophia only adds to my suspicions. I need to stay cautious.I took a deep breath and began, "I'm about to call Marcus, and I think you should be here too."Mother raised an eyebrow. "Marcus, who hasn't been responding to your calls? Give up, Amaya. He's long gone. Let's just let go of the Darla issue and start over. Be good."I narrowed my

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW As I sifted through documents, my tie loose, hair disheveled, and suit jacket off, with papers scattered across my table, James walked in, a friendly smile on his face."Dude, have you heard from Troy?" he asked, taking a seat in front of me.I ran my hand through my hair, frustration etched on my brows. "Who's Troy?" I replied, genuinely oblivious.James looked puzzled. "Troy Macbeth working with Madame A? Ring a bell?"Suddenly, it hit me, and I realized I knew him. James noticed my distraction and asked gently, "What's going on, Daniel? You've been zoning out lately. Are you okay?"I dropped the pen and leaned back in my seat. "How can I be okay? I recently found out Darla was pregnant with my child, and… and my family..."James's expression turned frantic. "No, no, no! That can't be true! Tell me it's a joke! Your family wouldn't murder your own heir!"I wiped my face, exhausted. "Forgive me, James, but I don't have the strength to lie. It's the truth. My f

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW My eyes fluttered open, and slowly I stood up, taking in my surroundings. This is not an hospital where I had expected myself to be in after my fall from the staircase. Instead, I was in my room and it seemed to be a new day. How long have I been out for?The fall down the staircase was still a blur, but I remembered the pain and fear. Yet, as I stood up, I realized there was no pain, no discomfort. It was as if I had slept off the injury. I thought I may have sustained a head injury or some light concussion. Rather, I have none.As I made my way out the door and down the stairs, something felt off. The whole house was eerily silent. Where is everyone? Amaya, my mother, the maids?I called out, but there was no response. I made my way downstairs, my heart racing with every step.As I entered the living room, I heard laughter and the clinking of utensils from the kitchen. Someone is home. I made my way to the kitchen and as I pushed open the kitchen door, my wor