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 things are right now. If I pretend with him, what if I can not keep up the façade I put on for him right away?" My mother first stared at me, unable to say anything. "Alright, then, move quickly," she finally said. "I am done. Mom, I hope the man is good. If not, I will be back here because I did not anticipate this whole thing," I uttered. With a sigh, my mother approached my side. "You nag so much. Just be quiet, and everything will work out. Let us head downstairs," she said. "Hmm," I said to myself, biting my lower lip as I followed my mother downstairs and Agnes carrying my used teacup and tray to the kitchen. I went downstairs with my mother to the living room, where we saw my father standing in the middle of the space. He was talking to a man I did not know, and he was still wearing his white robe. "Good morning, sir," the middle-aged man said as he greeted my father. "Hello, Mr. Timothy. Good morning. Make sure to drive carefully and get back on schedule." My father was talking to the man dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and black men's shoes. The driver said, "Okay, Sir. I will," and my father turned to look at me. "Amara..." "Father, good morning," I said, greeting my father. I felt tears well up in my eyes again. Even when I went to school and studied accounting in the city, I didn't cry leaving my parents. But now. I felt like I was going to my husband's house. I may not be able to return home again to live with my parents like I used to. The farms we visited, the harvested products, and my father's factory were all things I looked forward to. I felt like I wouldn't get to see any of that again. I didn't want to leave home, but I had no other option. It comes at a time in a person's life when they must shoulder a compulsory responsibility to build their own family and a place to call home. "Your mother and I will miss you. But, like I told you the previous night, we are not selling you off. You can always return home to us if you still don't like the city, but I won't expect you to return home quickly or alone. Perhaps you could bring at least two or three of your children with you." "Dad..." My face flushed red. I cannot believe that my father is telling me about bringing my future kids home and that I will go there to become a mother, too. I was pretty emotional about all this, but I knew I had to do it to continue my family lineage and have someone to look up to in the following years. "It's okay. Stop crying. Now come, let me escort you outside," my father urges me, and I walk up to his side. He petted me closely and reassured me that my husband's people were friendly and would wholeheartedly welcome me. I finally got into the sleek black car—a black Mercedes-Benz. I waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties, who had pulled up in front of my father's mansion to say goodbye to me, too. My aunt, Mrs. Juliet, was sobbing. After she heard that I was also married off like I was sold off, my parents also had a sad look on their faces, but I knew that this wouldn't be the end of me. As my father had said, I was not leaving them forever; I was only going to the city to multiply and become a mother. Glancing down at my weeping face, I removed my white handkerchief. My face was a complete mess, so I blew off my nose. The driver reminded me to buckle up as I watched the car start. I put on my seatbelt as per his instructions. The black car soon drove away from my parent's house. And when I stole one last glance behind me, I saw my father wave farewell to me alone while my mother sobbed and he hugged her tightly, reassuring her that I would be alright. Finally, the driver picks up speed, and we move toward the city. Since my parents and I lived in the countryside and I had spent 24 years of my life there, I knew the drive to the town would take several hours. In an attempt to distract myself and catch a glimpse of the man I was going to marry, I decided to search for my husband online. I signed up for the social media platform that my nation had. On F******k, we browse, communicate, and post some of our pictures. I did post mine, but I decided to take a break after getting a lot of likes and reactions and being afraid that someone would pose as me on a parody account. Right now, I look up my husband's name. Darlington Briggs. I saw a lot of people with the same name as him, but since he was friends with my father, it was easy to find the real Darlington Briggs. I was aware that some people chose not to use their true names when interacting online, but my parents and I did. Getting in touch with former family friends—especially those we had not seen in a while—was simple. However, if I were going by a false name. The search would probably not be simple. When I saw my husband's face on the internet, I gasped out, "What!"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
Darlington's POV What Jenna did with the money she typically got from her job did not concern me. She had been looking sweet for me for a long time. I also knew that her older brother, Bruce Colton, was a friend of mine, and that her parents were billionaires. Jenna was not lacking anything; she was stunned by my request, but she responded with a firm shake of her head, "No, darling. To reach the top of my rank, I put in a lot of work. I can not give up right now. I am currently unable to conceive. It will destroy both my career and my physique. You are aware of all the issues a woman faces following childbirth." "What?" I gasped, turning to face Jenna in disbelief. "Damage your physique? Is that all you care about: your appearance and your money? How about marrying the way you have always wanted and starting a family together?" I asked a question. After scowling and coming to meet me, Jenna said, "Darling, we will have children." It is not that I will not try. However, not r