Amara Nicholas;
My mom arrived in my bedroom looking radiant in her long white night dress. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she entered 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 up to my chair in my room, sat down, and drank my tea while eating the bread.
My mom looked out the window, then returned to me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here, and why haven't you done your makeup? You know you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look your best when you eventually meet him."
I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I didn't intend to please the man I might be married to, and my mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room."
"No, Mom. There's no need for that. I don't need to pretend in front of my husband. I'm perfectly okay like this, the way I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can't keep up the act and live the fake life I presented to him at first sight?"
My mother looked at me, speechless at first. She finally said, "Okay. Be quick then."
"I'm ready, Mom. I hope the man is good. If not, I'll be back here, as I did not plan for all this," I said.
My mother sighed and walked up to my side. She said, "You nag a lot. Just hush, and everything will be fine. Let's go downstairs."
"Hmm." I bit my lower lip and followed my mother downstairs while Agnes took my used tray and teacup to the kitchen.
My mother and I walked downstairs into the living room, where we met my father standing in the center, talking to a man I was unfamiliar with.
I watched the middle-aged man greet my father, "Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Timothy. Drive safely and ensure you return on time," my father said to the driver, who was dressed 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. I felt tears well up in my eyes again. Even when I went to school to study accounting and music in the city, I didn't cry when leaving my parents.
But now, going to my husband's house, I felt like I might not be able to return home to live with my parents as I used to. The farms we visited, the harvested products, and my father's factory—I felt like I wouldn't see any of that again.
I didn't want to leave home, but I had no other option. There comes a time in a person's life when they must shoulder the responsibility to build their own family and a place to call home.
"Your mother and I will miss you. But, as I told you last night, we're not selling you off. You can always return to us if you still don't like the city, but I won't expect you to return home quickly or alone. Maybe bring my grandkids, at least two or three of them."
"Dad..." My face flushed. I couldn't believe my father was talking about me bringing future kids home and becoming a mother too.
I felt emotional about all this, but I knew I had to do it to continue my family lineage and have someone to look up to in the future. To carry on with what my parents would eventually leave behind.
"It's okay. Stop crying. Now come, let me escort you outside," my father urged, and I walked up to him. He petted me closely and reassured me that my husband's people were friendly and would welcome me wholeheartedly.
I finally got into the sleek black car—a black Mercedes-Benz. I waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunts, who had gathered in front of my father's mansion to say goodbye.
My aunt, Mrs. Juliet, was sobbing. After hearing that I was married off, she felt like I was sold off. My parents also had sad looks on their faces, 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 away my tears. I blew my nose, knowing my face had become a mess. I watched the car start, and the driver reminded me to fasten my seatbelt.
I obeyed and buckled my seatbelt. Soon, the black car drove out of my parents' home. Taking a final look back, I saw my mother crying and my father hugging her closely, assuring her that I would be okay while he waved goodbye.
The driver sped up, and we headed to the city. I knew the drive would take hours since the city was far from the countryside where my parents and I lived for 24 years.
I decided to search for my husband online, at least to distract myself and see the face of the man I was marrying.
I entered the social media network we used in my country, F******k, to browse, chat, and upload photos.
I had uploaded mine, but after getting plenty of likes and reactions and facing fake parody accounts impersonating me, I decided to take a break.
Now, I searched for my husband's name, Darlington Briggs. I found 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, which was their choice, but I used mine alongside my parents. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those we had lost contact with. If I were using a fake name, I doubted the search would be easy.
And just as I entered Darlington Briggs's profile, I gasped at the familiar face of the man I was married to.
Amara Nicholas;"Ah!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was so shocked to see the face of the man I am married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked 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 out so foolishly again.The drive continued, and I looked again 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 once, and I mistakenly stepped on him while walking with my friend, Esther Peters.Esther was an accountant; she was seductive and never failed to notice all the handsome and well-to-do guys in the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esther could be so easily swayed by money, as she wasn't
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