Darlington Briggs:While attending to my clients for the day, I didn't bother to check on Amara or to introduce her to any of the staff because she was my wife."No way," I said. I picked up my phone and immediately called Mrs. Sarah to get me lunch. Mrs. Sarah is a young lady in her twenties, but she is older than Amara. While spending time with work in my office, I picked up my phone and called Sarah, informing her of what to get for me.After my phone call, I waited for Sarah's arrival, but I was a bit curious to know what Amara was into.A few minutes later, Sarah arrived with my lunch and set it in the space on my desk."How about the new lady I introduced to you earlier today?" I inquired about Amara. I didn't want to refer to Amara as my wife, not when I'm still in a relationship with Jenna."Sir, I have taken her to Henry Brown's office, and so far, there has been no bad report about her." Sarah reported it to me. "I see. You may leave," I dismissed Sarah, feeling unsettling
Darlington Briggs;Not saying a single word to Amara, I started my car and finally drove out of the company. She was equally silent, and after hours of driving, we soon arrived home.I waited for the security guy to pull the gate open, then I maneuvered my car into the premises and parked. Amara was the first to get out of my car, and as I got out, I saw my father standing at the mansion's front with a warm smile playing on his face. I watched Amara walk up to meet him. Approaching him, she greeted my father, "Good evening, sir.""Welcome, my daughter-in-law; how was your first day at work?" Dad asked Amara. Only then did it dawn on me that I didn't even remember to ask Amara how her day at work was, not after seeing her laughing and playing with Henry.I decided to set boundaries between them. As much as I didn't want Anara as my wife, that didn't mean I would overlook her for flirting with the men in my firm.Amara was pretty, and I know Henry was still single and unmarried."It w
Darlington Briggs;"Ifeoma, Allow Darlington to go and call his wife, or isn't that what he was about to do?" My dad queried my mom."No, dad," I replied after seeing my mother frown."Don't say I didn't warn you, Darlington. I already tried my best by helping you to marry a good wife; it's left for you to treat her good or bad," Dad said, and he added, "Let's start eating."After I finished having my dinner in the dining room downstairs, I made my way back upstairs, and the sound of water reached my ears. I overheard Amara singing in the bathroom, and I felt drawn to listening to her melodic voice.It was enchanting at that late hour. I stood there by the bathroom door, knowing Amara was in there and bathing. I remember the last time I saw her naked. My body turned hard, tempting me to push the bathroom door open, storm in, and take her from there, but remembering my promise to Jenna, I was conflicted.The bathroom door pushed open, and Amara got out and stared at me in shock."I ."
Amara Nicholas;I already called my dad as soon as I awoke and informed him that I wanted to continue working at Briggs Group. I used getting closer to Darlington as an excuse; my dad believed me, and I went to prepare, not seeing Darlington on the bed.I remember him holding me the previous night, and with the way his eyes kept staring at me with desire while his actions spoke otherwise, I didn't know what to do with him.I was surprised to have woken up and found out that he wasn't in the room. I thought he probably went out that night, but surprisingly, he was in the house and still in his robe, looking tired with dark circles around his eyes.He didn't look like the handsome man I met the first day I arrived. Well, I couldn't care anymore, as I was tired of trying to win him over. Since he didn't want me, I thought about making friends at his company before I left; that way, I would have more partners when I finally left for the countryside to control my father's business.I remem
Amara's POV I was in my room when I heard a knock on the door. I walked up to the door and pulled it open, and then I saw my mother's maid, Agnes, smiling at me.Agnes was dressed in a long blue gown; she was light-skinned and a young lady like my height. I am 24 years old. I was wearing a long blue nightgown, too, as it was already nighttime at around 9 p.m. on the 31st of December.We were waiting for the crossover celebration to begin, and I had pulled my hair into a bun shortly after drying it from taking my bath in my bathroom.“What do you want, Agnes?” I asked Agnes, looking at her face, and she smiled back at me.“Good evening, Amara. If you have a moment, your father sent for you downstairs,” Agnes informed me. I sighed and replied, “But we just finished having our dinners now in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me again? I am not interested in the New Year celebration.”Agnes smiled faintly at me and replied, “I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mo
Amara's POV "Dad, I don't want to go to the city. I don't want to marry a city man," I protest. Tears are gathering in my eyes. My father stood up from the blue couch. He is a very tall man and dark-skinned in complexion, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned.My father sighed and said, "Amara, We are not disowning you from becoming our daughter. You will always be our daughter, but you must start your own life and family to give your mother and me grandchildren. We also do not want you to leave us, but we cannot trust all these people here to look after you, so your mother and I decided on these: for you to go to the city, and there, you will be genuinely loved, not by greedy people who may be pretending with you, to gain favor from us.""Dad!" Tears flowed freely from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked up to meet me."You don't have to cry. I can assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will
Amara's POV We got into my bedroom, which was very large, and my mother accompanied me to pack some of my things. She didn't want me to carry all my loads, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn't have to stress about arranging all my things and packing everything that I owned.We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned and told me, "I have to go back now to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess.""Okay, Mom, but I am not still happy about this marriage. Can't you speak to my father again about this?" I asked my mother. I am looking at her face with my blue-shinning eyes that glimmer with hope at hearing her agree."No, Amara. I want you to marry me and give me a grandchild. I cannot speak to your father about this again. Not to worry, when you get there to the city, I will be calling you from time to time to know how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears freely streamed down from
Amara's POV My mom arrived in my bedroom looking radiant in her long white night dress. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she came into my room with Agnes, who greeted me warmly. "Good morning, Amara. I brought your tea and bread.""Thank you," I told Agnes, accepting the teacup from her hand. I walk up to my chair in my room and have a seat, where I sit down and drink my tea while eating the bread with it.My mom walked to look outside the window, and she walked back to meet me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here, and why didn't you make your face? You know that you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look hot when you eventually meet with him."I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I internally didn't have any intention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married, and my mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room.""No, Mom. There won't be any need for that. I don't have to pretend in the face of my husband. So I am perfectly okay l