Amara Nicholas,
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 still not 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-shining eyes that glimmer with hope at hearing her agree.
"No, Amara. I want you to marry 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 my eyes.
I don't know why I wasn't happy about getting married and going to the city. It has always been my dream to marry a handsome man, a good man, but I was scared, and anxiety ran through my veins.
I asked my mother, "Mom, what if the man does not like me? I don't know him, and I haven't seen him before. If he truly wants me, he should have been here since I was already married to him and before I became aware of it."
"Hmm, he will love you once he sets his eyes on you. I don't know if his father had told him, but this was an agreement between your father and his father. It would be best if you were a good wife to him and not discard your home training. I know that the first year of marriage isn't easy, with you adjusting to your new home and your husband's way of life. As you know, he grew up in the city and is not here with us. But I am certain that he will love you very much. So don't be negative about anything and always have a positive mindset," my mother told me, but I stubbornly disagree.
I asked her, "Mom, what if he already has a woman in his life? I know all these city men are equivalent to nymphs, as in. I was there, and the way they gawked at me was as if they wanted to eat me raw. I wouldn't say I like the idea of going to the city. I want a man from here," I protested again.
"This is unlike you, my princess. Not to worry, I doubt he would be in any relationship that he'd desire, as his father would have told him about you. He's your husband, and you shouldn't worry much. Now come and go to bed and get a good sleep. You have a long way to travel tomorrow," my mother told me as she approached me again and escorted me to the bed in my room.
I went to relieve myself again in my restroom. I stepped out of my bathroom and thought my mother had returned to her room, but she was still there, standing there and waiting for me to lie on the bed like I was her baby.
My mother carefully used the bedcover to cover me up while I slowly drifted to sleep, knowing I would miss the warm comfort of my parents' home the following day. I would be going to a man's house who I haven't met before. I know nothing about them. I wondered if he would accept or throw me outside and remind me that he never came to my family's house to marry me.
All these thoughts linger in my mind. However, I had a dream, and in my dream, I saw a man. A tall man. I couldn't see his face, but he was tall and attractive, and he stared at me with curiosity. He looked familiar to me like I had seen him before.
He approached me and pulled me into an embrace, and as I tried to look at his face, I couldn't see his face and know if he was my husband. The new man I was going to live with, I woke up and saw my mother in my room.
"Amara, are you still in bed? Get up; it's almost 6 a.m." My mother walked up to pull my room curtains open, and I yawned and stretched as I sat up carefully on the bed.
I got out of bed and greeted her, "Good morning, Mom."
"My sweet pie, go and take your bath quickly. The car driver will soon be here; let me go and prepare your breakfast," my mother told me as she quickly exited my bedroom. She was not giving me a chance to protest again.
I sighed and went into my bathroom to have a quick, refreshing bath. I got out of the bathroom and stepped out, only to find that my two big boxes of clothes were already out of my room, and I saw a yellow dress on the bed that my mother had chosen for me to wear.
I was not good with fashion, and my mother prioritized choosing a yellow dress. She was so good at fashion and had heads turning at her to stare at her for a second time. I think that was what my mother had used to win my father's heart, with her high fashion style and formidable looks. But me... I was too local to be considered fashionable.
I am cute anyway, so why must I dress hot to entice a man? I prefer wearing off-baggy dresses to hide all my curves and shapes. In short, when I go to the market to select a dress, I will buy.
After schooling in the city, I hated for any man to gawk at me, so I made it a priority to buy a loose-fitting dress that was only my height but too baggy and would hide all my curves and big boobs.
I don't find pleasure in looking cute. I could remember one of my roomies then telling me that if I wore a seductive dress, I would get the president's son to fall in love with me, and I could be a perfect seductress.
But no, I want to look decent and not too flashy. I don't particularly appreciate drawing attention, and it makes me feel vulnerable, like I would be kidnapped soon by one of those predatory men whose eyes were monitoring my every move.
I sighed, drying up my wet body. I rubbed my orange cream, and after that, I picked up the yellow dress and wore it, and my mother was finally back in my bedroom again.
Amara Nicholas,My mom arrived in my bedroom looking radiant in her long white nightdress. 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 presentable 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 perfec
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 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 understandingly, 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 E
Darlington Briggs,I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a brand new day. A 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 him
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 my father stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. The reason I married my best friend's daughter for you is 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 to get married to 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 for me to marry?""That's enough, Darlington! I won't have you disrespect me in this house. You see what an elder sees from 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 that she will want to settle down and give you children? I am very certain she's
Darlington Briggs,How would you feel if your parents imposed a spouse on you? Someone you haven't 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 document 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 too 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?" 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 don't you think it's best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; allow me to handle everything for you. Then later, you can share the news with Jenna about how your father wanted to force you to marry a woman you don't know."I sighed."Alright, mom. I won't inform Jenna about it, but I feel like leaving this house as of 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
Darlington Briggs,I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after taking my bath, I requested something edible to eat. My phone ringing on the table in my room woke me up after a long afternoon nap.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. Father can
Darlington's 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 don't expect me to cancel all that and put it aside to 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 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 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 Briggs Group yet.So what d