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 had 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 re
Darlington Briggs;I awaited for Henry Brown to show up in my office after I sent Mrs. Sarah away to summon him immediately after entering my premises.I was still irritated, remembering how Amara had chased after Henry to collect his phone number and also smiling at him. I knew I was to blame for not introducing Amara as my wife. I heard the knock on my door, and Henry walked in, dressed in his black suit."Good morning, sir. You sent for me," Henry said as he stepped into my office. He walked up to my front desk and stopped.How do I start?"Yes, I sent for you. I want you to assign a new coach to Amara Nicholas to guide her in her role here with us so that she can be focused," I said, not wanting to disclose that Amara was my wife."Okay, boss. Is there anything else that you would like me to do concerning Amara Nicholas?" Henry asked, and he stood staring at me."No, that's all. You may leave." I dismissed Henry and felt better after he left.After Amara showed up in my life sinc
Darlington Briggs:We went into the Restaurant and settled on the same table. Unlike at the company cafe where we had to sit apart.I observed Amara's face as she stared around the Restaurant until our eyes met. The waitress came to take our order."What would you like to eat?" I asked Amara, and she stared at the menu and frowned a little."The meals are too expensive," she said."So, just pick one and stop acting local here," I said to Amara, and she finally ordered fried rice and meat."Hmm, bring the same for me too," I told the waitress who attended to us. After she left us, Amara said, "Isn't it better we eat at home? This is just a waste of money.""It's my money. Let's not talk about this, and you should try not to embarrass me in public settings like this again," I said, looking at Amara. She frowned and looked away.Soon, our meals arrived. The Restaurant was very large, and mostly the affluent people came here to have their special delicacies served.I was expecting Amara t
Darlington Briggs:My father quickly let go of Amara's hand and turned to face his wife. "Ifeoma, what has gotten into you? Don't you see that Amara looks sad? It's only right that I ask her what Darlington did to you."My mother frowned and descended the stairs. She wore a green flowing gown and replied, "Whatever Darlington did to Amara is not my concern. You shouldn't be holding her arm and that's my only complaint.""Good evening, Mom," I greeted my mother, assuming that she was jealous of the scene before her. If not for the fact that Amara and I share a bedroom, my mother would have thought my father truly married Amara for himself."Welcome, Darlington," Mom replied to me."Good evening, Ma," Amara greeted my mom, but she didn't reply while my father sighed and turned to Amara as he wore a white shirt paired with black pants."Are you certain that you are alright, Amara? If Darlington did anything wrong to you, you can let me know about it," My Dad said to Amara, speaking to he
Amara Nicholas:Irushed into the living room after exiting Darlington's car. I hadn't expected to bump into his dad. My Joshua is a caring man, and if only Darlington could be as caring as his father.I saw the way he treated his wife. The middle-aged woman was so rude and totally different from most of the women I had met in my whole life. I couldn't believe she was my townperson. She was rude, always insulting me and provoking her husband, but it seems he was already used to her provocation, and maybe that's why he loves her.I thought about provoking Darlington. I hadn't expected him to react; I knew he didn't care about me. I heard him speaking to his lover. So how come he was jealous after hearing me say that I wanted his father over him?"Let go of me!" I shouted as Darlington pinned me to the wall. I was afriad if he would turn violent and hit me as I saw Darlington raised his second hand up to my face, but to my shock, he touched my cheek and caressed it."Why is your cheek so
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