A Journey That Changed The World.-Chapter 1002: Darla Robinson

After fighting the strange monsters, they returned to his mother's beachside house, where the two women were waiting with worried expressions. Archer smiled at this scene before landing in the garden.

Seeing his Mom and sister, he grew curious about the monsters and storms but asked inquisitively, "Has the number of natural disasters increased in recent years?"

Michelle's eyes were clouded with concern as she looked at Archer, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, they've been happening all over the world. It all started eleven years ago. I remember it vividly because it was just a month after your death, love."

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, brushing aside her worry with a gentle smile. Turning to the three women who stood nearby, their expressions mingled with nervousness and anticipation.

Archer made the introductions with a proud smile. "Mother, Ellie, allow me to introduce these three beautiful ladies. Maeve, Nyx, and Ahsoka-my fiancées. They will soon be my wives when we return to Thrylos."

Michelle's expression softened as she took in the sight of the three women, her concern giving way to a welcoming warmth. Ellie's eyes widened with surprise, and she glanced between Archer and the women with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.

He watched as his mother stepped forward with a smile and greeted the three while holding her hand out for a shake. "Wow, you three girls are beautiful. Archer is a lucky man to get you, but it's nice to meet you. I'm Michelle Bennett, his previous mother."

Ashoka stepped forward and shook her hand. She replied, "We're lucky to find each other in our chaotic wave, but I must admit you look amazing for your age, Michelle. Be careful; Archer will charm you."

Maeve and Nyx giggled before Ellie joined in. Michelle walked up to him with a loving smile as she pushed him away, whispering, "Let me get to know them, and when you return, we need to have a serious talk, Archer."

Archer's brow furrowed with concern as he listened to her, but she quickly reassured him. "It's nothing bad," she said, her tone gentle and calming. "I want to learn a bit more about your new life. But I do have one request."

He gestured for her to continue, his smile inviting and encouraging. Her eyes lit up as she made her request. "Can you call me by my name, please? It makes things easier."

"Of course, Michelle," he replied, his tone affectionate. "I'll call you whatever makes you most comfortable, beautiful."

As he finished talking, the older woman's face went red before she pushed him away with a smile, "It's a lady's night."

Archer nodded before saying goodbye to Nyx, Maeve, and Ashoka. Then, he left for Isabella's house, which was half an hour away. While walking, his phone went off, only to see it was Darla Robinson sending him her address.

'Should I go? It could cause trouble as her ex-husband is a politician,' he mused with a grin before calling for a taxi.

After a brief wait, a car rolled up, and Archer slid into the back seat, settling comfortably as the driver greeted him with a friendly smile. "You must be Arch?" the older man asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"That's me," Archer replied, returning the smile as he adjusted himself in the seat.

The driver, a seasoned professional with a weathered face, glanced at him through the

rearview mirror. "Where are you heading, young man?"

Archer gave him the address, and the driver's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Palm Beach? You know that's where all the rich people live. What friends do you have there?"

Archer chuckled softly. "I know. Someone invited me for dinner, so I decided to accept."

The driver nodded, seemingly intrigued, but did not press further. As they drove off, the man spoke, "It won't be a cheap fair, but it seems you have the money."

Do you have a payment terminal?" Archer asked, glancing around the cab.

The driver pointed to a small yellow device mounted on the dashboard. "Just put your phone or card against it," he explained.

Archer nodded and swiftly tapped his phone against the terminal. The payment was processed with a satisfying beep, and the driver visibly relaxed, a grateful smile spreading across his face.

"'Thank you,'' he said, clearly relieved.

He chuckled at the man's reaction before turning to the window and watching as they passed through Tampa, heading to Darla's house. He did not know what trouble he was about to cause, which would make the women close to him laugh.

The taxi ride took a full hour, but the time seemed to pass quickly as Archer noticed a series of nervous texts from the older woman. Her messages, filled with anxious emojis and hurried words, struck him as endearing, and he couldn't help but laugh at her excitement.

He took a moment to respond, offering her reassurance. [Everything's okay] he texted back with a calming tone. [Relax, and let's enjoy the night. It's going to be great]

Archer instantly noticed the difference between areas as they entered Miami before heading to Palm Beach. He saw all the mansion houses come into view, but they didn't amaze him.

'My palace is much better,' he thought with a chuckle.

Soon enough, the taxi stopped outside a luxurious-looking mansion on the beachfront. Archer got out after saying his goodbyes before approaching the gate where the guards were stationed.

They opened it, causing Archer to think, 'She must of told them I'm coming.'

He didn't fail to notice the looks they were giving him, but he just replied with a charming smile that caught them off guard. Following that, Archer walked through the beautiful garden only to run into a tall, tanned man wearing an expensive suit.

The man turned around as Darla appeared outside and shouted, "You may have won the divorce, but I won't allow my children to be around a toyboy! Wait and see what happens,

Darla."

Hearing that, Archer chuckled before speaking in an amused voice that scared the man, "Toyboy, you say? And what will happen?"

Archer leaned in close with a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he whispered with a cocky tone, "I'll have Darla on her back, screaming my name by morning. You should have never left her because she's mine now."

Just as Archer finished speaking, he spotted another woman exiting the mansion's entrance- light brown hair, tanned skin, and striking green eyes that echoed Darla's. Archer's eyes

widened in surprise.

'Oh, a daughter?' he thought.

His grin widened as he turned back to the driver, tapping him on the shoulder. In a mocking,

playful voice, he said, "Oh, your daughter is beautiful. I might have both."

The man's face flushed crimson and had a nosebleed from the shock of Archer's shamelessness. He stumbled over his words, mumbling a terse threat before quickly

retreating.

As he watched the man retreat with a mix of embarrassment and anger, his grin remained, clearly entertained by the chaos he'd caused. When he turned back to Darla, her eyes were wide; he saw the mix of shock and horror as she entered the scene.

Archer quickly gave her a charming smile to diffuse the tension. "I didn't like how he talked to you or about me," he said smoothly. "So, I teased him, which pissed him off even more." Darla looked momentarily confused, but she shook her head, her expression softening as she introduced the younger woman beside her. "This is my youngest daughter, Alessandra," she said. "Alessandra, this is Archer Wyldheart. We met earlier today, and he is here for dinner

tonight."

The young woman extended her hand with a warm, welcoming smile. "It's nice to meet you, Archer," she said, her eyes glinting with curiosity and a hint of amusement at the earlier

scene.

He shook her hand, his smile genuine as he replied, "The pleasure is all mine."

The two women ushered him inside, where three more children stood waiting. Two teenage boys in their late teens and a girl who seemed to be in her early teens gave him strange looks before quietly walking away.

Darla let out a frustrated sigh and offered an apology. "I'm sorry for their behavior, Archer. Ever since the divorce, they've distanced themselves from me. Ben's toxic words have turned them against me, and his influence only makes things harder."

"That's horrible, but it's how life works," he responded. "Just keep your chin up and keep moving forward."

The two women looked at him with strange expressions before Alessandra questioned in a curious voice, "Are you British? Your accent reminds me of it but with a twang."

Archer chuckled while nodding, "Yes, my family moved to Rosemary Beach a while ago, but

I've managed to visit after being away for a long time."

Darla smiled, but Alessandra questioned, "Why do you have hair as white as snow and pale skin? Are you a vampire by any chance?"

He laughed, shaking his head and smirking, and asked, "No, I'm not, but would it bother me

if I was?" [Drop some powerstones, comments, and gifts to help the novel grow; I appreciate all the

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