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. I am not sure why moving to the city and getting married did not make me happy. My dream has always been to wed a good-looking man. I was afraid and felt anxious all the time, but I wanted a good man. "Mom, what if the man does not like me?" I questioned. I have never seen him before, and I do not know him. He should have been here since I was already married to him and before I knew it, if he really wanted me." "Well, once he sees you, he will love you." "This was an agreement between your father and his father, I do not know if his father had told him. The ideal situation would be for you to treat him like a good wife and to keep up your at-home training. I am aware that adjusting to your new home and your spouse's lifestyle during the first year of marriage can be challenging. As you are aware, he is not present with us and was raised in the city. However, I have no doubt that he will adore you greatly." I disagree with my mother's advice to stay positive and stay away from negativity. "Mom, what if he already has a woman in his life?" I asked her. I know these city men all look like nymphs. When I was at school, they looked at me as though they wanted to devour my pure form. I was there. The idea of returning to the city is not one that I particularly enjoy. "This is where I want a man!" Once more, I objected. "You are not like this, my princess. Do not worry; since his father would have told him about you, I doubt he would be in a relationship. You should be at ease because he is your spouse. Come on, now, and settle in for a restful sleep. Tomorrow, you have a long way to travel," My mother came to me once more and led the way to my room's bed. Once again, I went to my bathroom to urinate. I assumed my mother had gone back to her room when I left my bedroom, but she was still there when I stepped out of the restroom. She was waiting for me to cuddle up on the bed like I was her little child. Knowing I would miss the cozy warmth of my parents' house the next day, my mother gently covered me with the bedcover as I slowly fell asleep. I would be visiting a man I have never met before at his home. I have no knowledge of them. I pondered whether he would welcome me or eject me, reminding me that he had never visited my family's home to propose marriage. These are all ideas that keep coming to mind. On the other hand, I saw a man in my dream. He is quite tall. He looked at me curiously, his tall, good-looking features hidden from my view. I had the impression that I had seen him before. He came over and drew me into an embrace, but I could not tell if he was my husband even though I tried to look into his face. It was my mother in my room when I woke up. "Amara, are you still sleeping?" ""Rise; the hour is nearly six a.m." I yawned and stretched, carefully sitting up on the bed as my mother came to pull the curtains in my room. "Good morning, Mom," I said to her as soon as I got out of bed. "Go take a bath as soon as possible, My sweet pie." "Let me go to make your breakfast; the car driver will be here soon," my mother said, hurrying out of my bedroom. I was not going to get another chance to object from her. I let out a sigh and headed to my bathroom for a quick, revitalizing dip. My mother had picked out a yellow dress for me to wear, and when I emerged from the bathroom, I discovered that my two large boxes of clothes had already been taken out of my room. My mother prioritized picking out a yellow dress because I was not good with fashion. People would turn to look at her again because of her impeccable sense of style. That, I believe, was the strategy my mother employed to win my father over. Though I was too local to be deemed fashionable, she had an impeccable sense of style and a formidable appearance. Why should I dress sexily to attract a man when I am already cute? My favorite dresses are baggy ones that cover up all of my curves and shapes. To put it briefly, I will purchase the dress when I visit the market to choose it. I detested it when guys would stare at me after I went to school in the city, so I bought a loose-fitting dress that would cover up all of my curves and big breasts and only be too tall for me. Being cute does not make me happy. I recalled one of my roommates telling me that I could be the ideal seductress and that if I wore a seductive dress, I would win the president's son over. No, I just want to look respectable and not overly dramatic. I do not really like being the center of attention because it makes me feel weak and like one of those predatory men could kidnap me at any time. With a sigh, I patted my damp body dry. After applying s my orange cream to my skin, I picked up the yellow dress and put it on. At last, my mom came back into my bedroom.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
Darlington' POV Jenna pivoted to look at me. She shakes her head and says, "No, Darlington," though her lips tremble. "Not right now. At this point, I am unable to conceive. In addition to the best international model award, I would like to be named this year's top model. You also expect me to renounce my 50 million dollar contract and put it all aside in order to become your baby mama. No, right now I am unable to do that." My sigh was deep. I said, "Not a baby-mama for me, Jenna, but as my wife," getting out of bed and approaching Jenna, who stood with her arms encircling her chest. "I know Darlington." "Please give me some time to sort myself out first." Jenna said, "I am not ready to get pregnant just yet. "Um." I was certain that my father would not not reconsider. especially now that he is married his friend's daughter on my behalf. Jenna's persistent refusal to become pregnant for me was frustrating, and I was not prepared to give up my role as CEO of Briggs Group just yet