Amara's POV;
"I would rather not go to the city, Dad. I object, saying, 'I do not want to marry a city man." My eyes are welling up with tears. My dad got up off the blue sofa. Unlike my mother and me, who have fair skin, he is a very tall man with a dark complexion. With a sigh, my dad said, "Amara, We do not deny you the right to become our daughter. Although you have to start your own life and family in order to provide your mother and me with grandchildren, you will always be our daughter. We also do not want you to leave, but we can not trust anyone here to take care of you, so your mother and I came to the decision that you should move to the city, where you will be truly loved rather than by avaricious people who might be acting like you to win our favor." "Daddy!" My mother walked over to meet me as I started crying uncontrollably and petted me, telling me it was alright. "Crying is not necessary. I can guarantee you that the Briggs are a decent family, and I was friends with Mr. Joshua Briggs when I was younger. You will be treated very well when you get to their family's home." I was left speechless in shock when my father told me. I had previously traveled to the city to study accounting and further my education. I could not see myself living in a city and experiencing the competitive and social lifestyle they led, so I did not enjoy city life. All that interests me is having peace of mind, which I love. "That is alright. Come with me outside to watch the fireworks." With a gentle embrace, my mother said, "It will soon be a new year." "Mum, I do not want to watch the fireworks. All of this is not making me happy. How could my father and you decide on this course for my life?" When I asked my mother, she sighed in frustration as my father walked out of his house office. My mother informed me, "I know how you feel, Amara, but you should know that your father only wants the best for you." "By making me wed his best friend's son, is he trying to make the best decision for me? I am not able to travel to the city tomorrow, mom." My mother sighed once more as I objected, saying, "You should help me talk to my father again, to cancel all of this and allow me to stay here." "Do not worry." My mother pulls me gently outside and says, "Come, let us go outside." I stop crying. I was about the same height as my mother. Compared to my father, we were not as tall. Our blonde hair is long, and we have blue eyes. With a sigh, I went outside to watch the fireworks with my mother. I kept thinking about my future spouse, wondering what his appearance would be like. I still can not believe I am a married woman. However, this is not the marriage of my dreams. In order to formally meet my spouse and get married, I had imagined myself walking down the aisle in a long white wedding gown while wearing a veil over my head and approaching my parents. How can it be that one evening I am told that I am going to a man's house the next day to marry him? A man who was raised in the city and who I had never seen before in my entire life. Where is that carried out? I wiped my face and forced myself to swallow my anxiety. I saw my aunt and our family outside of our house. All of them appeared happy, with the exception of me, regardless of how I wiped my face with the white handkerchief my mother had given me. My face is probably still red and swollen from crying too much. While others were happy, my parents' choice had me in disarray and turmoil. I was forced to go in the direction they wanted me to go. After all, they were my guardians, and I might encounter many difficulties in life if I disobeyed them. I did not have the courage to defy them, though. With a sigh, I watched the fireworks. I collected myself and told myself that marriage did not mean the end of my life. It is a new day after midnight, a new year, a new beginning, and for me as a married woman. After wishing us a happy new year, my aunts and uncles left for their nearby home, leaving my parents and me to return to my father's house. Juliet, my mother's younger sister, came up to meet me. She was my mother's only sister, over forty years old. With the same face, pointed nose, and blue, sparkling eyes that hopefully glimmer and shine, she resembles my mother. Mrs. Juliet Donalds was her name, and she had two younger daughters than myself. "Amara, what is the issue? I saw that you were not wearing a happy expression." As soon as I entered the living room, she asked me to go upstairs to my bedroom and get some rest. I told a lie, saying, "I am fine, ma; I just feel so overwhelmed by New Year's Day." I could not disclose to her that I was wed. Who, after all, would believe me? They were with me most of the time discussing things, but they did not see me get married, and I believe my mother has not told her yet. "Are you certain you are alright?" I nodded and said, "Yes, Aunt," in response to my aunt's question once more. "I am doing fine." I said, wanting to turn away from her, "I have to go upstairs now." "Whatever it is that is bothering you, put it in prayer and not let it weigh you down, okay?" she said, letting out a sigh. "All right, Aunt." My mother smiled at us and said to her sister, "She will be fine, Juliet," and I nodded as I watched her leave the kitchen. "She is leaving tomorrow to go to her husband's house in the city." "How come?" Mrs. Juliet, my aunt, appeared astonished. She turned quickly to face my mother, who, despite the time of night, was stunning. My mother was still as radiant as the sun. "Julienne, you do not mean it. Do you mean that we are unaware that your daughter is married? What time? In what way?" My mother sighed, handed Agnes the cup of water she was holding back, Agnes went back to the kitchen when my aunt asked. "Juliet, it is a long story. But Amara will benefit from it. She is our daughter; do not worry, she will be alright." My aunt was her only younger sister, and my mother comforted her. She approached me then. "Come on, Amara. Let us go pack some of your stuff in your room. The driver of the car will arrive on time to take you to your husband's house; it will not be long until morning. Sweet dreams, my sister." My mother told her younger sister as she approached to meet me. I wanted to cry and argue again, but I knew I was supposed to be an obedient girl, so I let my mother put her arm around my shoulder and led me back to my upstairs room.Amara's POV; We entered my enormous bedroom, and my mom came with me to start packing some of my belongings. She reminded me that the Briggs family was well-off and that I did not need to worry about organizing and packing everything I owned, so she did not want me to carry all my loads. By one in the morning, we had packed every box, and my mom was worn out. "I have to go back to my room to meet your father," she said, stretching and yawning. "Good night, my dear princess." "All right, Mom, but this marriage still does not make me happy. Could you please talk to my father about this again?" My mother was the one I asked. My blue-shaded eyes, which shimmer with hope at her agreement, are fixed on her face. "No, Amara. I want to marry you, so that I can have a grandchild. I am unable to discuss this with your father once more.My mother comforted me, "Do not worry, I will be calling you occasionally to see how you are doing when you get to the city." Tears welled up in my eyes.
Amara's POV My mother arrived in my bedroom wearing a long white nightgown and looking stunning. She entered my room with Agnes, who gave me a warm greeting, and she had a fresh rose scent. "Amara, good morning. I brought bread and tea for you." "I appreciate it," I said to Agnes, taking the teacup out of her grasp. I approach my room's chair and take a seat. From there, I sip my tea and eat the bread that goes with it. "Hurry up," my mother said as she hurried back to meet me after walking to look out the window. "Why did not you make your face since the driver is already here? You should look great when you finally meet your spouse because you know you will see him in the city." I finished my tea and pouted my pink lips. "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room," my mother said, understanding that I did not want to win over the potential husband. "No, Mom. That will not be necessary. I do not have to pretend in front of my husband. As a result, I am totally content with the way
Amara's POV; "Ah!!" I nearly caused the driver to have an accident when I screamed. After I saw my spouse's face, I was completely taken aback. "My lady, what is the problem? Are things going well for you?" Mr. Timothy questioned me, looking warily through the rearview mirror of his car as he slowed down. I apologized and said tremblingly, "You can keep driving; I was just shocked to see my husband's face online." Mr. Timothy gave an understandable smile, and I made a mental note to never cry out so loudly again. I kept staring into the face of the man who was going to become my husband as the drive resumed. Darlington Briggs. Before I entered the university, I had seen him. I stepped on him by accident when we crossed paths because I was walking with my friend Esther Peters at the time. Esther was an attractive and charming actress who was always observing the wealthy and attractive men attending the university. I questioned how a wealthy girl like Esther Peters, who did not c
Darlington's POV; I awoke in my bedroom to a brand-new day beginning. Today is New Year's Day. I could hardly contain my excitement as I could not wait to go downstairs and tell my parents that I was determined to tie the knot with Jenna Colton this year. I have been in love with Jenna for five years now. Since Bruce was my best friend in school, I got to know her through her older brother. We both reside in the center of the city and took the same business course. Here, the Colton family was also prominent and well-off. Jenna has had success in her acting career. She has been the face of numerous brands. Even though I was aware that she had undergone numerous surgeries and operations to improve her appearance, I still adore her. I am incredibly in love with Jenna, and I am not sad I asked her to marry me last weekend. In addition to not responding to my post, my father has vanished from the internet since the announcement of my engagement to Jenna went viral. To ensure he woul
Darlington's POV I got up from the black couch right away and gave my father a shocked look. "Dad, whose wife?" In an attempt to be certain, I asked my father one more time. This time, he got up and declared, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna." "Because Amara is a well-mannered young lady and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton, I married my best friend's daughter for you." "Dad. It is unbelievable that you would say this. It will be me, not you, who gets to marry Jenna!" "Why do you think you have the authority to dictate how I live my life and force a woman on me in order to get married?" "Darlington, that is enough! You cannot treat me disrespectfully in this house. You see what an old person sees from a sitting position; you cannot see it even if you climb the tallest tree. Jenna would not be a suitable wife for you because she is a dishonest person. Look at her with her body, do you believe she will want to become a parent and settle down with yo
Darlington's POV My father ascended the stairs and disappeared from our line of sight, leaving us behind. "Mum," I said, looking back at her as I tried to absorb the information my father had just given me about my upcoming marriage, processing it all like a signed contract. "Darlington, calm down." My mother said, "You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here." My younger sister, Samara laughed aloud, which made me glare at her. "Samara, what is so funny?" She was asked by my mother before I could. "You are laughing shamelessly at your older brother, right?" Mom ask. "Just because your father did not marry you off like that, right?" "Mother, no." Samara coughed and said, "Mom, I am sorry," as our mother gave her a disapproving look. "However, this is hilarious. How is it that Father married Darlington without his knowledge or consent, and now that he is married, his wife is on her way here? Laugh out loud!" "Samara!!" Samara ran ahead to the living room's
Darlington's POV; I got up from the dining chair and started to leave our family's home after finishing my breakfast with my mother and sister. "Darlington, where are you heading next?" With a worried expression, my mother questioned me. "Mom, I am just going out; I will be back soon," I reassured her. "All right, my son."However, do you believe that keeping Jenna in the dark is the best course of action? Let me take care of things for you; she might overreact. Later on, you can inform her about your father's intention to force you into wedlocking a destitute person." My sigh was deep. "Okay, mother. For now, I feel like leaving this house, but I will not tell Jenna about it." With a hint of frustration, I said, "I do not want to be here when that woman arrives." "That is alright." My mother reassured me, "Just be fine out there." "Yes, Mom. I will be alright; I am not a child." I gave my mother a hug and said, "Take care." Even though Samara and she are my family, I care abou
Darlington's POV I took a bath, waited for Jenna to come, and asked for something edible to eat. My phone rang on the table in my room, waking me from a long afternoon nap. I got out of the hotel bed right away, and when I saw that it was already evening, I scowled because I thought Jenna would have arrived earlier. My mother was calling, so I picked up the phone. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" I yawned and stretched before answering my mother's question, saying, "I am somewhere special, Mom." Why are you phoning me?" My mother reassured me, "She is already here in our house, Darlington, and your father has been trying to call your mobile number since to know where you are, but it is not connecting," so I did not want to believe it was because of the new woman who was arriving at our mansion. "Where are you now? "Start coming home." "No, Mother." "Why?" I already informed you that I had no interest in seeing this woman. I do not give a damn about her origins or identity. "Fa