**Amara's POV**
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 walked over to my chair in the room and took a seat, where I drank my tea while eating the bread.
My mom walked over to look out the window, then returned to me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here. Why didn't you put on some makeup? You know you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look your best when you meet him."
I pouted my pink lips after finishing my tea. I had no intention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married. My mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room."
"No, Mom. There’s no need for that. I don’t have to pretend in front of my husband. I am perfectly okay like this. If I pretend with him, what if I can't continue living that fake life I presented at first sight?"
My mother looked at me, speechless at first. She finally said, "Okay. Be quick then."
"I'm done. Mom, I hope the man is good. If not, I will be back here, as I did not plan for all this," I said.
My mother sighed and walked to my side. "You nag a lot. Just hush, and everything will be fine. Let’s 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 into the living room, where we found my father standing in the center. He was still in his white robe, speaking to a man I didn't recognize.
I watched the middle-aged man greet my father, "Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Timothy. Please drive safely and ensure you return on time," my father said to the man in black pants and a white shirt, paired with black shoes.
"Okay, sir. I will," the driver replied, and my father turned to face me.
"Amara..."
"Father, good morning," I greeted him, feeling tears well up in my eyes again. Even when I went to school and studied accounting in the city, I hadn’t cried when leaving my parents.
But now, as I prepared to go to my husband's house, I felt like I might not return home again to live with my parents as I used to. I thought of the farms we visited, the harvested products, and my father's factory. 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 was the time in a person's life when they must shoulder the responsibility of building their own family and creating a place to call home.
"Your mother and I will miss you. But, like I told you last night, we are not selling you off. You can always return home if you don’t like the city, but I won't expect you to return quickly or alone—maybe with my grandkids, at least two or three of them."
"Dad..." My face flushed red. I couldn't believe my father was talking about bringing my future kids home and that I was going 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 to have someone to look up to in the coming years—someone to carry on what my parents would eventually leave behind.
"It's okay. Stop crying. Now come, let me escort you outside," my father urged me, and I walked up to his side. He patted me closely and reassured me that my husband's family would be friendly and would welcome me wholeheartedly.
I finally got into the sleek black car—a Mercedes-Benz. I waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties, who had gathered in front of my father’s mansion to say farewell.
My aunt, Mrs. Juliet, was sobbing when she heard that I was being married off, as if I were being sold. My parents also wore sad expressions, but I knew this wouldn't be the end for me.
I wasn't leaving them forever; I was only going to the city to multiply and become a mother, as my father had said.
I took out my white handkerchief and wiped my teary face. I blew my nose, knowing my face looked a mess. I watched the driver start the car and reminded me to fasten my seatbelt.
I obeyed him and buckled up. Soon, the black car drove away from my parents’ home. Stealing a final glance backward, I saw my mother crying and my father hugging her closely, assuring her that I would be okay while he waved goodbye to me.
The driver sped up, and we headed to the city. I knew the drive would take hours, as the city was far from the countryside where my parents and I lived and where I had spent 24 years of my life.
I decided to search for my husband online, at least to find something to distract my mind and see the face of the man I was to marry.
I logged into the social media network we used in my country. We commonly used F******k to browse, chat, and upload photos online.
I had uploaded mine, but after getting plenty of likes and reactions and dealing with fake parody accounts impersonating me, I decided to take a break.
Now, I searched for my husband's name: Darlington Briggs. I saw many people with the same name, but finding the real Darlington Briggs wasn’t hard, as he had my father as a mutual friend.
I knew some people didn’t use their real names online—it was their choice—but I used mine alongside my parents’ names. 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 doubted the search would be easy.
As I entered the Darlington Briggs profile, I gasped as I saw the familiar face of the man I was married to.
**Amara's POV** "Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was shocked to see the face of the man I was married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked me with concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror."I'm sorry, sir. You can continue driving; I was just shocked to see my husband's face online," I said nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understandingly, and I made a mental note not to scream foolishly again.The drive resumed, 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 started university. We crossed paths, and I accidentally stepped on his foot, not realizing it as I walked with my friend, Esther Peters.Esther was an accountant; she was captivating and never failed to notice all the handsome, wealthy guys at the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esther could be so easily swayed by money when
Darlington Briggs;I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a brand new day—New Year's Day. I was so excited because I wanted to go downstairs to inform my parents that I had officially decided to get married this year and had made up my mind to settle down with Jenna Colton.Jenna has been my love for five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, who 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 is 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 know that she has 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.My father didn't react to my posts, and to make matters worse, I can't seem to find him online again after the news of my engagement to Jen
Darlington Briggs;I immediately rose from the black couch and stared at my father in shock."Whose wife, Dad?" I asked, wanting to be sure, and my father stood up too, saying, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. The reason I married my best friend's daughter to you is that she's well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton.""Dad... I cannot believe you're saying this. I am the one marrying Jenna, not you! What gives you the right to think you can decide my life like this and impose a woman on me to marry?" "That's enough, Darlington! I won't have you disrespecting me in this house. What an elder sees from sitting down, even if you climb the tallest tree, you still cannot see. Jenna is a corrupt woman and 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 give you children? I am very certain she's cheating on you with her colleagues. Forget about Jenna and end wh
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, climbing the stairs, and he went back to his room, exiting our view."Mother," I said, gazing back at her, struggling to comprehend the news my father had just shared about my impending marriage, like a piece of a document signed on an agreement."Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry 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 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, "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is very funny. How can our dad arrange for Darlington to marry without his consent or knowing about it, and now his wife is already coming here? Hahaha!""Sa
Darlington Briggs;After my breakfast with my mother and my sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and prepared to leave our family house."Darlington, where are you going to?" 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 is best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; let me 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 inform Jenna about it, but I feel like leaving this house right now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said with a hint of frustration."It's okay. Just be safe out there," my mother assured me."Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I'll be fine. Take care," I said, hugging my mother. Though I was taller than her and Samara, they are my family, and their happiness matters to me.Well, I cannot say the same about my dad. Most chi
Darlington Briggs;I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after taking a 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, and I yawned and stretched before replying, "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 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 go ahead and
Darlington Briggs;Jenna turned to face me. Her lips quivered, but she shook her head and replied, "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've 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 over to Jenna, where she stood with her arms folded across her chest."I know, Darlington. Just give me some time to sort myself out first. I'm not ready to become pregnant," Jenna stated."Hmm." I knew that my father wouldn't change his mind now, especially not when he had arranged for his friend's daughter to marry me.I was frustrated by Jenna's constant refusal to get pregnant for me, and I wasn't ready to lose my position as the CEO of Briggs Group yet.So, what do I
Darlington Briggs;I didn't care what Jenna did with the money she received from her work as long as she looked sweet for me. I also knew that her parents were billionaires, and her elder brother, Bruce Colton, was my friend.Jenna didn't lack anything; she became speechless but shook her head firmly and replied, "No, darling. I worked so hard to rise to the top of my rank. I can't just quit now... I can't get pregnant right 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? What about us marrying 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 getting a surrogate mother who will help us carry
Jenna's POVThe day of my wedding arrived. I dressed elegantly in a white wedding dress and accepted Collins Kingston as my husband.Collins was nice; he wore a black tux and tried to make me happy, but he wasn't Darlington. He could never be Darlington Briggs. I had to take my husband's permission to invite Darlington and his wife Amara to our wedding, but Darlington didn't want to attend.He only sent me a wedding gift: a big box full of baby clothes.After our wedding, I decided to focus on my career as a model and my husband. It was a private wedding, and it went successfully. Though I was heartbroken not seeing Darlington Briggs around.I had hoped Darlington would grace the event. But throughout the reception, I never saw him and knew that I was married to Collins now and not Darlington.I let go of the remaining feelings that I harbored for Darlington Briggs.A few days after our wedding ceremony ended, my husband and I traveled to California for our honeymoon. That was where I
**Amara Nicholas.**I wasn't happy when I came to Darlington's office and saw Jenna Colton with him again. Darlington assured me that he had nothing to do with Jenna, but upon seeing them standing close, I felt they wanted to kiss each other but quickly separated the moment they saw me enter the office.Jenna also appeared sad when I saw her leaving. She didn't tell Darlington goodbye, and she kept her face downward and fled the top floor where Darlington's office was.I was relieved when I saw that, and I told Darlington that I went to get some of my baby's things and would be heading home. So, I just dropped by his company to see him.Darlington smiled as he cupped my face and told me he was through with his office work. So, we went home together.Upon getting home, I saw the news trend on the television showing the engagement video of Jenna Colton that had gone viral.I couldn't believe my eyes as it hadn't been long since I last saw Jenna in Darlington's office, shedding crocodile
Jenna Colton. "Huh!" My jaw dropped as I saw Collins with a golden ring, down on one knee in front of everyone, proposing to me. We stood in the hallway, not disturbing the others who had come for emergency treatment. Since it was no longer clinic hours, the hospital was less crowded than it usually was in the morning when a lot of outpatients filled the lobby and hallways. "Aww!" My eyes welled up with tears as I saw some fans pulling out their phones to record me. They awaited my response, and since I wanted to get out of the hospital ward quickly, I said yes, knowing that this was a new chapter of my life. Since Collins was ready to marry me, not minding my flaws and wanting to have me as his wife, I had to accept his ring. So I told him, "Yes. I accept." Collins slipped the engagement ring onto my left finger, and tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I hugged him heartily just as he rose. He was taller than me, and he didn't press to kiss me. We just hugged. "Congratulations
**Jenna Colton:**I walked out of Darlington's office to leave the Briggs group and saw him and Amara holding hands as he hugged her to his shoulder and walked ahead with her into his office.I immediately bolted from there like a flash, not sparing another glance their way. I went back downstairs, entered my car, and drove home.My phone rang in the car, but I was in no mood to pick it up.I cried as I found my way home. Soon, I arrived at my father's compound and wanted to drive in, but I recalled my mother would be at home. I then navigated the car and drove to the hospital to see my father.I arrived at the hospital where my father was admitted. I parked my car in the parking lot, and my phone rang again.I wanted to ignore the call as my crying could have made my voice break, and I didn't want to inform my mother about it or make her aware of my broken heart.I took up my handkerchief, wiped my face, and finally got out of the car as I proceeded into the hospital to check with th
**Jenna Colton** I awoke in my room to a fresh start of a new day. I decided to visit Darlington at his company to see him directly, rather than just talking over the phone as we had been trying to do. I knew that Darlington had blocked me, but I still wanted to see him. It had been a week since Darlington told me off and asked me to move on, but I didn’t want to adhere to it. Also, Lily’s brother had invited me to one of his clubs to meet with him, but I didn’t want to visit him. I desired to meet with Darlington first to know if there was still any hope of our relationship rekindling. After finishing my bath, I got out of the bathroom and dressed in a blue sleeveless dress, wanting to look pretty as I paired it with black shoes. I stepped out of my closet and went to adjust my hair in front of my room mirror. I wanted to look presentable before Darlington, so I exited the house, holding onto my car key and my black purse. So far, my father had been improving in his health, but
Amara's POV:I awoke in the bedroom to a brand new morning, and Darlington was preparing to leave for his office. I hadn't expected the wedding gift he bought for me the previous night. I thought he was trying to reconnect with his ex, but he proved me wrong by telling me he had blocked Jenna and didn't want to have anything to do with her again.I smiled as I observed Darlington stepping out of the bathroom and walking up to the luxurious king-sized bed to meet me.He sat on the bed, water dripping from his wet hair, and drew nearer to me. "How are you and my baby doing?""I'm fine; our baby and I are good," I replied, a cute blush on my face. Darlington smiled and said, "That's good. I'm going to the office today. You remember that your dad wants to partner with me. Although he mentioned he would like you to be present, he hasn't spoken about the date for signing the partnership deal.""Does my dad want to come and visit us?" I asked Darlington as I watched him dry off his wet mascu
Jenna's POV:"Seriously, Jenna. You're very funny. Do you know that my brother has been your fan since forever? He really likes you and told me that you're his kind of woman. Hot and spicy," Lily teased me."That's enough of the teasing, Lily," I shouted at her. "I know you want me to move on from Darlington too, but I guess you haven't honestly been in love.""Oh, really? Tell me what love is all about," Lily inquired. I shook my head and went to pack my handbag that my younger sister, Rita, had brought from home."I don't have time to teach you about love. But I know what I want, and what I want, I shall get."Lily's eyes widened as I looked at her, and she burst out laughing once more. "Hahaha, how do you plan to win Darlington back? Tell me. Do you intend to kidnap him and force him to marry you, or do you want to harm his wife and eliminate her to have Darlington all to yourself now?"I paused packing my handbag and looked back at Lily's face."None of the suggestions. I know wha
Jenna's POV:I was still in the hospital, awaiting discharge. Although my father's health had improved and he had been moved from the intensive care unit after waking up, he suffered from a stroke that impaired his left hand and left leg. The doctor informed us that, with time, my father would improve as the stroke didn't affect his vocal cords.I was saddened by this fact as I waited for Darlington, who had promised to show up. However, he didn't. I called his phone several times, but it was switched off.As it got late, I was free to move around my hospital ward. The doctor had treated me after I fainted, so I was no longer confined to the bed. I called Darlington again, knowing he would have closed from his office as it was already past 6 PM. However, Darlington phoned me and told me that he didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore and that he was now dedicated to his wife, Amara.I couldn't believe what Darlington was saying. I knew he was now officially married to Amara
Darlington's POV:"What's wrong, babe?" I asked Amara as I entered our shared bedroom. She didn't reply and instead walked back to the bed to lie down. She wore a long white nightdress and laid on her side, ignoring me and not welcoming me.I frowned, looking from my wife to my briefcase in my hands and the gift I had bought for her.It crossed my mind that she was sad, thinking I went to spend precious time with Jenna when I had been working hard in my office, sitting for hours in my executive chair and focusing on some projects. I would have felt more guilty if I had actually gone to see Jenna, especially since I had switched off my phone after I told her I wouldn’t be able to meet her."Babe," I called Amara's attention as I carefully dropped my briefcase on the couch in our cozy bedroom. I walked over to the bed covered with a white mattress to meet Amara."Babe," I said, sitting on the bed beside her, but she turned to the other side to look away from me, not wanting to speak.I