Amara Nicholas "Dad, I'd rather not go to the city. I refuse to marry a man from the city," I object. I feel like crying. Dad rose from the couch. He is significantly taller and has a darker complexion compared to me and my mother, who both have lighter skin. "Amara," my father sighed, "We want you to know that we fully support your decision as our daughter. We will always cherish you, but it's time for you to build your own life and start a family of your own. We're excited to have grandchildren someday. We don't want you to leave, but we can't trust everyone here to take care of you. So, your mother and I have decided that you should go to the city, where you will be truly loved by people who aren't just pretending to gain favor with us." "Dad!" I couldn't hold back my tears as they streamed down my face. My mother rose from her seat and approached me. "No need to shed tears. The Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. Expect excellent treat

Amara Nicholas My mom entered my bedroom, looking stunning in her elegant white nightgown. She entered my room with Agnes, who greeted me warmly, "Good morning, Amara. Here's your tea and bread." I expressed my gratitude to Agnes as I took the teacup from her. I take a seat in my room and enjoy my tea and bread. My mom glanced out the window, then returned to me and urged, "Hurry up. The driver has arrived, and why didn't you makeup your face? When you're going to see your husband in the city, make sure to look your best." I pursed my lips after sipping my tea. I had no desire to please the man I might marry, and my mom asked Agnes to bring her makeup box from her room. "Sorry, Mom. No need for that. I have to be myself with my husband. I am content with my current state. This is who I am. What happens if I can't keep up the charade and live the false life I initially portrayed to him?" My mother stared at me, initially unable to speak. She finally agreed, "Okay. Speed it up, ple

Darlington Briggs! I woke up in my bedroom, ready to embrace the start of a new day. The start of a new beginning. I was thrilled to go downstairs and share the news with my parents. I've decided to get married this year and start a life with Jenna Colton. I have loved Jenna for the past five years. I was introduced to her through her older brother, Bruce, who happened to be my closest friend during our school days. We both took the same business course and currently reside in Country Z, right in the heart of the city. The Colton family was a prominent and affluent family in this area. Jenna is a successful actress. She is a model and has been featured as the face of many brands. Despite her numerous surgeries to enhance her appearance, I still love her. I have strong feelings for Jenna and I am confident in my decision to propose to her last weekend. My father hasn't responded to my post, and I can't find him online since my engagement news with Jenna spread. My father intenti

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; 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