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:On the 31st of December, we were preparing for the crossover night celebration. I was in my room brushing my hair after having my bath. I donned a long blue sleeping gown and stood by my mirror.When I heard a knock on my door, I walked up to it and pulled it open. I then saw my mother's maid, Agnes, standing there and smiling at me.Agnes wore a similar long blue gown; she was light-skinned and of average height, like me. I am 24 years old, and I asked her, “What do you want, Agnes?”Smiling back at me, Agnes replied, “Good evening, Amara. Your father sent for you downstairs to see him before the crossover night begins.”“Why? But we just finished having our dinner now, and I am not interested in the fireworks,” I replied.“I don't know, but your dad is downstairs waiting to see you, and the guests have all gone outside, preparing for the fireworks,” Agnes said."Hmm. That's fine. Inform my father that I will be with him shortly. I want to use the restroom," I told Agn
Amara Nicholas:"Dad, I don't want to go to the city. I don't want to marry a city man," I protested. Tears were gathering in my eyes.My father stood up from the blue couch. He is a very tall man with dark skin, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned.My father sighed and said, "Amara, we are not disowning you as our daughter. You will always be our daughter, but you must start your own life and family to give your mother and me grandchildren. We also do not want you to leave us, but we cannot trust all these people here to look after you. So, your mother and I decided on this: for you to go to the city, where you will be genuinely loved, not by greedy people who may be pretending with you to gain favor from us.""Dad!" Tears flowed freely from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked over to meet me."You don't have to cry. I assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will be treated well when you get
Amara Nicholas:We entered 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 belongings, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn’t have to stress about arranging everything I owned.We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned, telling me, "I have to go back 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 talk to Dad again about this?" I asked, looking at her face with my blue, shining eyes that glimmered with hope at the thought of her agreeing."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 to the city, I will call you from time to time to see how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears streamed down my face.I didn’t know why I wasn't happy about getting married a
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 walked over to my chair in my room and took a seat, where I drank my tea while eating the bread.My mom looked outside the window, then walked back to me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here. Why didn't you do your 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 as I finished drinking my tea. I had no intention of pleasing the man I might be marrying. My mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room.""No, Mom. There’s no need for that. I don't want to pretend in front of my husband. I’m perfectly okay as I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can't keep up the facade I presented to him at first si
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 was married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked in 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 knowingly, and I made a mental note not to scream out so 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 mistakenly stepped on his foot while walking with my friend Esther Peters.Esther was an accountant; she was very charming and never failed to notice all the handsome and wealthy guys at the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esther Peters could be so easily swayed by money when she wasn'
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 officially inform my parents 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 for five years. I met her through her older brother, Bruce, who was my best friend in school.We studied the same business course and lived in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also wealthy and well-known here.Jenna has a successful career as an actress. She is also a model and has been the face of many brands.I knew she had undergone several surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I still loved her nonetheless.I love Jenna very much, and I don't regret my decision to propose to her last weekend.My father didn't react to my post, and to make matters worse, I couldn't seem to find him online again after the news of my engagement to Jenna went viral.My father pur
Darlington Briggs:I immediately rose from the black couch and stared at my father in shock."Whose wife, Dad?" I asked again, wanting to be sure. My father stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. The reason I arranged for you to marry my best friend's daughter is that she's well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton.""Dad... I can't believe you're saying this. I am the one who is to marry Jenna, not you! What gives you the right to decide my life and impose a woman on 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 she will want to settle down and give you children? I'm very certain she's cheating on you with her colleagues. Forget about Jenna and