Darlington Briggs! Imagine having a spouse forced upon you by your parents. How would that make you feel? Someone I haven't met yet? My father left us by going up the stairs and returning to his room. "Mother," I looked at my mother, trying to understand the news my father had just shared about my upcoming marriage, as if it were a signed agreement. "Please relax, Darlington. No way you're marrying Amara Nicholas as long as I'm around," my mother declared, while my younger sister giggled, earning a stern look from me. "What's amusing, Samara?" My mother asked her first. "Your father didn't marry you off like that, right? So, you find it amusing to mock your older brother, huh?" "No, Mom." Samara coughed and apologized to our displeased mother, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry. However, this is quite amusing. How did our dad manage to marry Darlington off without our knowledge or his consent, and now his wife is already on her way here? Ha ha!" "Samara!!" Mom scolded Samara, who quickly
Darlington Briggs! After breakfast with my mom and sister ended, I got up from the dining chair and left the house. "Darlington, where are you headed?" My mother asked me, looking concerned. I reassured my mother that I would be back soon after going out. "Alright, my child. Shouldn't we keep Jenna in the dark? I'll take care of everything for you, so you don't have to worry about any overreactions. Later, you can inform Jenna about your father's intentions to arrange a marriage with someone undesirable." I let out a deep breath. "Okay, mom. I won't tell Jenna, but I want to leave this house immediately. I'd rather not be here when that woman arrives," I said, slightly annoyed. "It's fine." "You'll be okay out there," my mother reassured me. "Okay, Mom. I assure you, I will behave appropriately." I bid farewell, embracing my mother. Even though I was taller than both her and Samara, their happiness is important to me because they are my family. Unfortunately, my dad is quit
Darlington Briggs; I quickly took a bath and asked for some food. Later, I was abruptly awakened from my afternoon nap by the sound of my phone ringing on the table in my room. I quickly got out of the hotel bed, and noticed that it was already evening. I was disappointed because I had expected Jenna to arrive earlier. I noticed my phone ringing and saw that it was my mother calling. "Hey, Darlington. Where are you?" I responded to my mother's question with a yawn and a stretch, saying, "I am in a special place, Mom. Why are you bothering me with a call?" My mother told me that the new lady had arrived at our mansion. She said my father had been trying to reach me, but my phone wasn't connecting. "Where are you located? Start returning to our residence now." "Why, Mother? I already mentioned that I have no interest in seeing this lady. I have no interest in her identity or origin. I mentioned that Father could proceed with marrying her as his second wife." "Darlington!" I heard
Darlington' POV Jenna pivoted to look at me. She shakes her head and says, "No, Darlington," though her lips tremble. "Not right now. At this point, I am unable to conceive. In addition to the best international model award, I would like to be named this year's top model. You also expect me to renounce my 50 million dollar contract and put it all aside in order to become your baby mama. No, right now I am unable to do that." My sigh was deep. I said, "Not a baby-mama for me, Jenna, but as my wife," getting out of bed and approaching Jenna, who stood with her arms encircling her chest. "I know Darlington." "Please give me some time to sort myself out first." Jenna said, "I am not ready to get pregnant just yet. "Um." I was certain that my father would not not reconsider. especially now that he is married his friend's daughter on my behalf. Jenna's persistent refusal to become pregnant for me was frustrating, and I was not prepared to give up my role as CEO of Briggs Group just yet
Darlington's POV What Jenna did with the money she typically got from her job did not concern me. She had been looking sweet for me for a long time. I also knew that her older brother, Bruce Colton, was a friend of mine, and that her parents were billionaires. Jenna was not lacking anything; she was stunned by my request, but she responded with a firm shake of her head, "No, darling. To reach the top of my rank, I put in a lot of work. I can not give up right now. I am currently unable to conceive. It will destroy both my career and my physique. You are aware of all the issues a woman faces following childbirth." "What?" I gasped, turning to face Jenna in disbelief. "Damage your physique? Is that all you care about: your appearance and your money? How about marrying the way you have always wanted and starting a family together?" I asked a question. After scowling and coming to meet me, Jenna said, "Darling, we will have children." It is not that I will not try. However, not r
Darlington Briggs: "Okay," Jenna agreed, and I called on the room service. Soon, our meals arrived, and I refrained from telling Jenna that my parents had already found a new wife for me, and this was especially true for my father. I couldn't tell Jenna about it. Not when she is suggesting that we use a surrogate mother and has no desire to become pregnant for me. I was frustrated by her constant refusal to get pregnant. But yes, I was a billionaire, and I could afford to get a surrogate mother, but I wouldn't say I liked the idea of it. I wanted to see my wife become pregnant for me and bear our child. I don't know if I am being selfish about this. But I honestly wanted to see my wife become pregnant. I knew that some women had lost their lives through the pregnancy journey, and it wasn't an easy task like that. I sighed and finally had dinner with Jenna. "Ain't you going home today?" Jenna asked me as she was through with her meal. We both had a plate of jollof rice and frie
Amara Nicholas; I arrived earlier at the Briggs family mansion. I had not been here before, and as Mr. Timothy drove my father's sleek black Mercedes-Benz car into the compound premises and parked, I couldn't help but admire the front view of the exquisite mansion. The mansion looked so lovely and homely, and the surroundings also seemed so calm. I finally got out of the car, and just then, I saw an older man step out of the mansion. He was wearing a white polo and black trousers, with slippers. He walked up, excited to meet me. Just as I finally got out of the car,. "My beautiful daughter-in-law, you are highly welcome to our humble home," the man said to me, with widely opened arms, as he finally approached me and hugged me warmly. I smiled shyly and managed to respond to him. Thank you, sir. Good evening" "Good evening, my dear. Come, let us go inside," the middle-aged man ushered me inside the mansion. I recognized him to be Mr. Joshua Briggs—my father's best friend and also
Amara Nicholas: "My daughter, don't mind what Samara had said to you earlier, okay?" Mr. Joshua spoke to me again in a polite tone. I responded to him, "Okay, sir." I was exhausted and famished from traveling a long distance to the Briggs home. I wanted to take a refreshing bath to rest. "I am fine, sir. But I would like to have a bath to calm myself from the long hours of travel," I said. "Okay," Mr. Joshua replied. "Come with me. Let me show you upstairs to your husband's room. Darlington went out to get something. But I have already called him and informed him that you're already here with us," Mr. Joshua said as he led me upstairs. I stared backward and saw Mrs. Ifeoma Briggs climbing the stairs with us. She seemed like she was going to her room. I wondered why Darlington wouldn't be at home to welcome me, knowing that I was also arriving at their mansion. I kept silent and walked with Mr. Joshua, who was nice enough to speak to me and show me around their mansion. We wal