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
Amara's POV "Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was so shocked to see the face of the man that I am married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked me in concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror."I am sorry. You can continue driving; I was only shocked to see my husband's face online," I said to him nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understandably, and I took it as a mental note not to scream out so foolishly again.The drive started again, and I continued to look at the face of the man who was about to become my husband. Darlington Briggs. I had seen him before when I got into the university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on him, not knowing when I was walking with my friend Esther Peters.Esther was an actress; she was a seductive person, and she never failed to observe all the handsome and well-to-do rich guys in the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esth
Darlington Briggs;I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a brand new day. It's New Year's Day. I was so excited, as I wanted to go downstairs to inform my parents officially that I wanted to get married this year, and I had made up my mind to settle down with Jenna Colton.Jenna has been my love since five years ago. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, as Bruce was my best friend in school.We studied the same business course, and we live in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also a wealthy and well-known family here.Jenna has a successful career as an actress. She is also a model and has been featured as the face of many brands.I knew that she had gone through the knife and had undergone a lot of surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I still love her nonetheless.I love Jenna very much, and I didn't regret my decision to propose to her last weekend to marry me.My father didn't react to my post, and to make matters worse, I cannot seem to find