*CHAPTER 6*

Darlington Briggs

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I woke up in my bedroom to a fresh, brand new day—New Year's Day. I was excited to go downstairs and officially tell my parents that I wanted to get married this year and had decided to settle down with Jenna Colton.

Jenna has been my love for five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, my best friend in school.

We studied the same business course and live in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family is also wealthy and well-known here.

Jenna has a successful career as an actress or a model. She has been featured as the face of many brands.

I knew she had undergone surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I still love her nonetheless.

I love Jenna very much and didn't regret proposing to her last weekend.

My father didn't react to my post, and to make matters worse, I can't seem to find him online after the news of my engagement to Jenna went viral.

My father purposely blocked me so he wouldn't see me posting about Jenna again.

My dad had warned me to stop posting about Jenna, but she's the woman after my heart.

How could I not post about the love of my life? That would mean I was cheating on her.

I love Jenna very much, and she's like the air I breathe. I can't live without her. I tell her this every time, and I know Jenna was hesitant about accepting my engagement ring. But she knew I had always wanted us to settle down.

I assured Jenna that she shouldn't worry about my father and that I would speak to him about accepting our marriage.

Jenna had told me she wasn't ready for marriage now and had a lot to do with her modeling job unless I waited for her, but I assured her I wouldn't stop her from fulfilling her dreams just because she's my wife.

I've supported her since we started dating, and I'm still supporting her now.

I got out of bed and prepared to go downstairs to inform my father about my new marriage decision.

My father detested Jenna and had warned me to stay away from her. He even told me to tell her not to visit me at our company. But I can't do that. I love Jenna very much, and I mean every word I said when confessing my feelings to her.

I got into my bathroom. My room was spacious enough to contain more than three luxury beds and still have space.

I finished bathing and saw that it was after 9 a.m. I woke up late because we had a New Year's Eve celebration at home.

I was with my family, waiting to witness the fireworks and the crossing over to a brand new year.

I can't wait to become a father soon. I know Jenna was scared of getting pregnant, but I want to marry her and assure her that I will always be there for her.

I entered my closet, took a purple shirt and black trousers, and wore them. I combed my short black hair.

I like to keep my hair smooth, so I let it grow slightly. I finished combing my hair and applied my masculine perfume to smell fresh, like New Year's Day.

I wore my black slippers and exited my bedroom on the top floor of my father's enormous mansion. We live in a standard duplex home consisting of eight rooms, a living room, a kitchen, and guest rooms.

My father's mansion was massive because he built it and told the constructors how it should be built.

Jenna had told me she didn't like visiting me here because my father disapproved of her. I plan to buy a new house to move out of, just like Bruce did. But when I told my mother about buying my own home, she frowned and said it was too early for me to live alone unless I wanted to live a wayward life. She said that when my father married her, they lived in my grandpa's house in the countryside before my father had money and moved to the city to get his own house.

According to my mother, I shouldn't move out until I have a child or two.

This didn't sit well with Jenna, and I promised her I would get a house for her once we were married.

I walked downstairs into the living room, and my father was alone. He sat on the black couch, wearing a white garment like he hadn't bathed yet.

He was going through a file. I walked downstairs to greet him.

"Good morning, Father," I said. My dad paused, looked at me, took off his glasses, kept them in their case, and replied, "Good morning, Darlington. Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Dad. Where's Mom?" I inquired.

"She's upstairs and still in her room. You know we slept late last night."

"I know, Dad," I replied, sitting across from him.

"Yes, Darlington. That reminds me. I wanted to tell you about this last night, but I decided not to rush it," my dad said.

"What is it, Dad?" I inquired, looking at his face.

He sighed. "Your wife, Amara Nicholas, is coming to the city today to start living with us."

"What!" I exclaimed in disbelief.