Mom Pov Darla Novels & Stories

Mom had given them all to Tara. "Fine." I turned and left the house, the one that had stopped being mine after I turned ten. The next day, Tara reported to the company. Mom accompanied and introduced her to the department heads to make sure they would take good care of her. My colleagues couldn’t hide their envy. "Mrs. Salem really takes care of her niece! I wish I had such a generous aunt!" "I heard Mrs. Salem has another daughter. I wonder how good she is to her own daughter."

"Why is my life so hard?" Darla held a bowl of clam chowder in her hand. She said sheepishly, "Grandma, please eat something. No matter how much you protest, it's too late to undo the divorce between Liam and Lana." Violet's head was bandaged. She looked very weak. But she said with a resonant voice, "I told you. I told you that Lana is not only pretty, but she is also a good woman. No one believed me."

Mom requested. ****

Darla trembled. She had instigated Piper to expose Ella’s identity. Caleb had interrogated Piper and already learned the truth. Trembling, Ms. Darla asked, “Mr. Hart, Mr. Sterling, why are you asking for me?” Caleb asked, “You said you once saw a couple abandon Ella. Who were they?” Ms. Darla’s gaze darted around. “It’s been so many years, I’ve already forgotten.” “Not even a little?” “No, completely forgotten. I just remember it was a couple in their twenties.”

Matthew prioritized her child's safety. Daniel confronted his family with the truth, threatening to disown them if anything else happened to Darla, hinting that she was still alive. Mrs. Matthew secretly left the hospital and reunited with her daughter. Daniel discovered this too late, realizing he had lost his chance to make amends with Darla. Accidentally listening to the voicemail, he learned of Darla's pain and hatred towards him and resolved to make things right. He began searching for her, while his mother and sister also plotted to find and harm her.

“And I wish more than anything that she could…” I smiled back at her. “Thanks, Miss Darla.” Neil looked between us, brows raised. “Okay, what did I miss?” Darla laughed. “I used to babysit this one when she was just a tiny thing. Her mother—remember that really wealthy woman from Mountainhowl, always in heels, always on the phone?” His eyes widened and he looked at me. “You’re… just full of surprises.” I smiled, nodding. “Just a few.” Then, I frowned. “But… you’re not Luna of Blackfang.”

“We have to do this. It’s not going to change anything.” “What’s that supposed to mean? You think you’re going to see each other after getting divorced or something?” Jameson asked me. “Fine. If that’s what you want, then I’m willing to go through with it,” I accepted. “Don’t give him what he wants, Lauren. He’s nothing but a tyrant who wants everything to go his way, and he needs to be reminded that the world doesn’t revolve around him,” Darla said before turning to Jameson. “You keep claiming to care for the family more than any of us, but who broke it in the first place by killing our mother?! Where were you all these years, when everyone else was busy raising your child?”

Little Darla blushed at me. I turned to my parents and shot them with a confused look but they didn't even notice me. If I wouldn't be mistaken, she looked at most fourteen, anime blue eyes, red thin lips, not petite but small body, small ears, small everything… it was child abuse. "I am very sorry to ask this but uhm… how old is little Darla?" Her mother giggled loudly accompanied with snorts. "Oh excuse my manners, I am so sorry." The rest of her family joined in on the laughter and I was left wondering what comedy I acted for them.

The phone buzzes again. I grit my teeth, annoyed at the interruption. I’m already pissed, already on edge, and the last thing I need is another pointless message from him. I grab my phone, ready to tell him exactly what I think, to finally put an end to whatever game he’s trying to play. But the moment my eyes land on the words, my breath catches in my throat. “Darla crashed the party.” Everything around me fades. The room, the hum of my computer, the exhaustion pressing down on me—it all disappears in an instant.