Amara's POV; I heard a knock on the door after taking a bath, so I went to open it. Agnes, our maid, was grinning at me. She was wearing my identical long blue gown. She resembled me in height and had fair skin. I am 24-year-old. It was already nighttime on December 31. The time was approximately 9 p.m. We were anticipating the start of the crossover night festivities. I had just gotten my hair dried from my bath and pulled it up into a bun. "Agnes, what do you want?" I asked, glancing at Agnes's face. "Good evening, Amara," she said, giving me a smile in return. "Your father sent you downstairs, if you have a moment. " "But we have just cleared the dining room of our dinner. What more does my dad want to say to me?' I said, "I do not feel like participating in the New Year's celebration. Agnes told me, "I do not know, but your dad and mom are downstairs, and everyone has gone outside to wait, getting ready for the fireworks." "All right, let Dad know that I will be downsta

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; "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 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; 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