Novel & Cerita Mom Pov Darla

Sabrina defends her mother after her father, lying lifeless on the floor, followed what Sabrina's mom ordered her to do with a gun in her hand. After hearing the police siren, her mother left her alone at the door with the gun in her left hand. As her mom says out, the police did not do anything to her, simply because she was a child. Even though they sent her to an orphanage, an older gentleman arrived and took her out, offering Sabrina to stay with his family at their mansion. Sabrina met the mafia's son but he walked away. He was always rude to her and he always pushed her away, but before his parents died, his father left him on a mission in order to protect Sabrina, even if he was the Mafia Bos's son.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

I never thought the cocky tattooed Hockey captain I hooked up with in Las Vegas would become my stepbrother. His name was Damon—arrogant, dangerously sexy, and built like pure sin. After my boyfriend cheated on me, I met him at a club. Within hours, he had me in luxurious hotel suite, fucking me senseless against the glass window overlooking the glittering city. One wild night of raw, filthy pleasure with no promises. A week later, my mom revealed she had secretly married and we were moving into her new husband’s luxurious mansion. The second I stepped inside, my stomach dropped. There stood Damon in nothing but low grey sweatpants, his powerful tattooed body on full display. The same man who had bent me over while I moaned his name. We agreed to bury our Vegas hookup and pretend it never happened. But living under the same roof makes it impossible to forget. Damon is strictly off limits. Yet I can’t stop craving my forbidden stepbrother.

After five years of building a business with my wife, Jane Fletcher, our company finally goes public. Right after I close a big business deal, I head home in high spirits, ready to take her to meet my family. She transfers me 100 dollars with a hint of annoyance and says, "Buy yourself a decent shirt to wear for the financial conference on the day after tomorrow." The next day, Ansel Meyer—the underprivileged student she sponsors—shows up in a custom suit worth two million dollars. He says apologetically, "Mr. Crane, please do not be mad at Ms. Fletcher. She just wants to give me the best. Maybe she thinks you are used to these things, so she only gave you 100 dollars." I call Jane, but she replies impatiently, "It is just a suit. Why are you being so petty?" All of a sudden, I no longer want to continue this marriage. So, I make two calls decisively. "Hey, Mitch. I am not going to go through with that 50-million deal." "Mom, hold on to the 300-million wedding gift you prepared for your daughter-in-law."

On the day of my daughter Eleanor Baldwin's second birthday party, my entire family stood nervously by the banquet hall entrance. They were not there to greet guests, but rather to keep me from showing up and causing a scene. Mom's face was written all over with anxiety. "Lucas wouldn't actually crash the party, would he?" Dad's brow stayed tightly furrowed. "Who knows? That disgrace of a son is capable of anything." My younger brother, Cody Baldwin, had his arm wrapped gently around my wife, Kendra Clarkson, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry. If Lucas dares to show up, I'll keep you and Ellie safe." Kendra nodded slowly. "If it really comes to that... maybe we should just let Ellie be his goddaughter. At least then, we're still family..." However, the party came and went, and I never appeared. I had already made up my mind to join a classified national defense research program. Only this time, it was for good.

Have you ever fallen in love with a man you should hate? Do you think it'll be wise to stick around this love, especially when it brings lots of challenges, but opens ways to new discoveries? Would it not be best to walk away, and lead a quiet life, rather than stick around this love? Disliked by her own mom, and sent away from home, Rebecca thought life would be miserable as she faces the challenges of fending for herself, but gets caught in the web of love with her boss, the same jerk she was supposed to hate. He was an arrogant, cold, and calculative rich jerk in her eyes, but he could go to any length just to secure the woman he loved. Can his love be strong enough to defend her endangered life? What if he doesn't succeed? Well, the only way to find out is by reading this book to unravel the risks and successes Rebecca had to face for loving the man she had wished to hate! 💕

After Dad went bankrupt, Mom immediately started fighting for a divorce. I did not fight or argue, just watched coldly as my sister, Jessica Shaw, shoved me aside and threw herself at Dad. She cried out, "Dad, don't be sad! I'll stay with you!" In my past life, after our parents divorced, Jessica went with our wealthy Mom while I ended up with bankrupt Dad. However, what no one expected was that Mom's remarriage turned into a disaster when she married a scumbag who not only drained her assets but left her with nothing in the divorce. Jessica suffered right along with her. Meanwhile, Dad made a comeback and became wildly successful, eventually turning into a wealthy tycoon. Jessica grew bitter seeing me live well. Under the guise of catching up, she orchestrated a car accident that killed me. When I opened my eyes again, we had both traveled back to the day our parents filed a divorce. This time, Jessica shot me a smug smile and declared first, "I love Dad, so I want to stay with him." Little did she know, I could not have been happier with this arrangement. After all, I refused to spend another lifetime hiding and scraping by.

While preparing for the SATs at the library, my brother is accidentally shot and injured, causing him to bleed profusely. I pass by this scene but turn a blind eye and quicken my pace to leave. This is because in my previous life, when I saw him, I rushed him to the hospital in a panic. He had intracranial hemorrhaging, and he urgently needed surgery. I quickly called my mom, the top neurosurgeon in the city, begging her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. However, she thought I was jealous that she had taken my adopted sister to the beach instead of spending time with me. She also believed I had fabricated the story about my brother's injury, and thus refused to return. By the time my dad and the rest of the family hurried to the hospital, it was too late for rescue efforts—my brother had passed away. The whole family blamed me for his death. They were convinced that I had deliberately misled my mom and delayed his critical treatment. When my mom returned from out of town, she lost her composure and pushed me down the stairs, watching coldly as I bled to death. After opening my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother was shot at the library.

My son, Jasper Cole, won the gold prize in an art competition. When I took off my apron and rushed to the award ceremony, I found that the painting titled 'Mother' was not of me but Maeve Leighton, my husband's secretary. Maeve pretended to be troubled as she told my son, "Your mom will be sad when she sees this painting." However, Jasper was unperturbed. "What does her sadness have to do with me? She's an ordinary-looking and incompetent housewife, always nagging me about what I can and can’t do. She's too strict with me. It's annoying! Maeve, I wish you were my mother. My dad doesn't like my mom at all. He's only happy when he's with you. He's only with my mom because he feels obligated." My heart broke at that moment. Since he no longer wanted me as his mother, it was pointless for me to stay. I called my dad. "Dad, I want to go home. Can you pick me up?" My dad could not believe it. He answered after a long pause, "Of course. I'll come pick up my brilliant daughter in three days."

“What’s the point of keeping a woman who can’t have children? Mom refuses to adopt a grandchild from an orphanage, Julian.” *** Adeline Fathia gave everything—five years of her life, her unwavering love, and even her innocence—only to be discarded in a single night because of a medical verdict. As her world crumbled and she stood alone to bury her father, who died in the depths of sorrow, Julian Sterling turned away without a shred of remorse, obeying his mother’s command to find a “worthy” replacement. Adeline was broken, but she was not finished. Standing beneath the drenching rain at her father’s grave, she realized one chilling truth: she was carrying the child of the man who had destroyed her. The child that should have been a testament to their love was now her greatest weapon for revenge. She will no longer beg. She will return to that house not to ask for mercy, but to reclaim the dignity they trampled upon. There is only one way: to approach Axel Sterling, Julian’s elder brother—the dark shadow of the family. One marriage contract. One dark secret within her womb. Adeline is ready to tear the Sterling family apart from the inside, right before the eyes of Julian and his mother.