Amara Nicholas;
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 out the window, then hurried back to meet me and said, "Hurry up." "The driver is already here, so 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. My mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room," knowing that I had no intention of pleasing the man I might marry. "No, Mom. There won't be any need for that. I don't need to pretend in front of my husband. Therefore, I am completely comfortable with my current situation. This is how I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can't maintain the fake life I presented to him at first sight?" My mother looked at me, speechless at first. She finally said, "Okay. Be fast then." "I am through. Mom, I hope the man is good. "If not, I will be back here, as I did not plan for all of this," I said. My mother sighed and walked up to my side. She said, "You nag a lot. Just hush, and everything will be fine. Let us go downstairs." "Hmm." I bit my lower lip internally and followed my mother downstairs, while Agnes took my used tray and teacup to the kitchen. My mother and I walked downstairs into the living room, where we met my father, standing in the center of the room. He was still in his white robe, and he was speaking to a man that I was unfamiliar with. I watched the middle-aged man greet my father, "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Mr. Timothy. You should drive safely and ensure you return on time." The man in black pants, a white shirt, and black men's shoes was the subject of my father's conversation. "Okay, Sir. I will," The driver responded, and my father turned to face 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 and music 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 my grandchildren 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. I wanted to continue the legacy my parents would one day leave behind, as well as myself. "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 wasn't leaving them forever; I was only going to the city to multiply and become a mother. I took out my white handkerchief and wiped off my teary face. I blew off my nose, realizing my face had become a mess. I watched the car start, and the driver reminded me to fasten my seatbelt. I obeyed him and buckled up my seatbelt. Soon, the black car left my parents' house. And, stealing a final look backward, I saw my mother crying and my father hugging her closely, assuring her that I was going to be okay while he alone waved goodbye at me. The driver finally speeds up, and we head to the city. I knew the drive to the town would take hours, as the city was far from the countryside where my parents and I lived and where I spent 24 years of my life. I made the decision to look for my husband online, if only to divert my thoughts and get a glimpse of the man I was about to marry. I joined the social media network that we had in my country. We browse, chat, and upload some of our photos to the F******k network. I did upload mine, but after receiving plenty of likes and reactions, as well as the fear of fake parody accounts impersonating me, I decided to take a break. Now, I search for my husband's name. Darlington Briggs. I saw many people with the same name as him, and finding the honest Darlington Briggs wasn't hard because he had my father as a mutual friend. I knew some people didn't use their real names online—well, their choice—but I used mine alongside my parents. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those with whom we had lost contact. But If I was using a fake name. I doubt the search would be easy. Similar to the Darlington Briggs profile I entered, I gasped upon seeing the familiar face of my husband.Amara Nicholas; "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 inquired 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 nervously to him. 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 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 lik
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 because I wanted to go downstairs to officially inform my parents 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 older brother, Bruce, because Bruce was my best friend in school. We studied the same business course, and we live in Country Z, the heart of the city. The Colton family was also wealthy and well-known here. Jenna's acting career has been successful. Several brands have featured her as their face. I knew that she had gone through the knife and 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 him online again after t
Darlington Briggs; I immediately rose from the black couch and stared at my father in shock. "Whose wife, Dad?" I asked my father again, wanting to be sure, and he stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna." "I married my best friend's daughter for you because she's well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton." "Dad... I cannot believe that you're saying this. I am the one who will marry Jenna, not you! "What gives you the right to think that you can decide on my life like this and impose a woman on me in order for me to marry?" "That's enough, Darlington! I won't have you disrespect me in this house. You see what an elder sees when sitting down; even if you climb the tallest tree, you still cannot see it. Jenna is a corrupt woman, and she wouldn't make a good wife for you. Don't you see how she looks with her artificial body? Do you think she will want to settle down and have children with you? I am very certain she's cheatin
Darlington Briggs; How would you feel if your parents imposed a spouse on you? Who have I never met before? I watched my father walk away from us by climbing the stairs, and he went back to his room, exiting our view. "Mother," I gazed back at my mother, struggling to comprehend and assimilate the news my father had just shared about my impending marriage, like a piece of paper signed on an agreement. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother said, and my younger sister laughed, making me glare at her. "What's so funny, Samara?" My mother asked her before I could. "Just because your father didn't marry you off like that, right?" That's why you are shamelessly laughing at your older brother, right?" "No, Mother." Our mother looked displeased at Samara, who coughed and apologized to us, "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is very funny. How can our dad marry Darlington without Darlington consenting to it or knowing about it, and now his
Darlington Briggs; After my breakfast with my mother and my sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and set out to leave our family house. "Darlington, where are you going too?" My mother asked me with a worried look on her face. I assured her, "Mom, I am just going out; I will be back soon.". "Okay, my son."But do you think it is best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; allow me to handle everything for you. Then later, you can share the news with her about how your father wanted to force you to marry a lowlife." I sighed. "Alright, mom. I won't tell Jenna about it, but I feel like leaving this house for now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said, with a hint of frustration. "It's okay. Just be fine out there," my mother assured me. "Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I will be good. Take care," I said, hugging my mother. Though I was taller than her and Samara, they're my family, and their happiness matters to me. Well, I cannot say the same about my da
Darlington Briggs; I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after taking my bath, I requested something edible to eat. After a long afternoon nap, my phone ringing on the table in my room woke me up. I immediately got out of the hotel bed, and realizing it was already evening, I frowned, as I had expected Jenna to arrive before this time. I picked up my phone, seeing that my mother was calling me. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" My mother asked me, and I yawned and stretched before I replied, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling me?" I didn't want to think it was because of the new lady who was arriving at our mansion, and my mother confirmed to me, "She's 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's not connecting. Where are you? Start coming home." "No, Mother. Why?" I told you earlier that I wasn't interested in seeing this lady. I don't care who she is or where she's from. I s
Darlington Briggs; Jenna turned to face me. Her lips quiver, but she shakes her head and replies, "No, Darlington. Not now. I cannot get pregnant now. I want to win the award for the top model of this year and also the best international model award. I have also signed a contract worth 50 million bucks, and you expect me to cancel all that and put it aside to now become your baby mama. No, I cannot do that now." I sighed. "Not a baby-mama for me, Jenna, but as my wife," I replied, standing up from the bed and walking up to meet Jenna, where she stood and folded up her arms around her chest. "I know Darlington. Just give me some time to sort myself out first. I am not yet ready to become pregnant," Jenna stated. "Hmm." I knew that my father wouldn't change his mind now. Especially not when he has gone ahead and married his friend's daughter for me. I was frustrated about Jenna's constant refusal to get pregnant for me, and I was not ready to lose my position as the CEO of Br
Darlington Briggs: I didn't care what Jenna used the money that she usually received from her work to do. So long that she was looking sweet for me. Also, I knew that her parents were billionaires, and her elder brother, Bruce Colton, was my friend. Jenna didn't lack anything; she became speechless, but she still shook her head firmly and replied, "No, darling." I worked so hard to get to the top of my rank. I cannot just quit now... I can't get pregnant as of now. It will ruin my shape and spoil my career too. You know all the problems that come to a woman after childbirth." "What!" I exclaimed, looking at Jenna in shock. "Ruin your shape? Is that all you care about—your shape and money? How about us becoming married like you have always wished for and having our family together?" I questioned. Jenna frowned, walked up to meet me, and replied, "Darling, we will have children. I'm not saying that I won't. But not now. I was planning to discuss this with you. About the two of us ge