Darlington BriggsI could see Amara smiling bashfully at the video call as her mother asked her, "Really? Then you shouldn't tell anyone so that you don't lose your baby until it's safe.""Okay, Mom. Please tell dad that I'm fine and I will come home soon," she said."Why? You should stay there with your husband or who are you expecting to look after you and the baby?""Mom, Darlington doesn't want me and wants to marry his ex, next weekend," Amara said, looking at me while I frowned, as that wasn't what we had discussed."Why? But he cannot marry anyone in his father's absence. I'm sure his mother is the one forcing him to. Do not worry, if you don't feel comfortable there, you can return home as we have discussed, and I will speak to your father to nullify everything, okay?""Okay, Mom," Amara replied and smiled, and her mother told her to take care of herself and send her regards to me, before the phone call ended."Why would you tell your mother about the pregnancy?" I asked Amara
Amara Nicholas:Darlington and I went downstairs to leave the house as we were done dressing up. We met Mrs. Ifeoma in the living room with Samara. It was Tuesday morning, and though Darlington was supposed to leave for his office, he looked rather excited to be moving out of his father's house with me, while Mrs. Ifeoma and Samara both frowned."Good morning, Ma," I greeted Mrs. Ifeoma, who managed to respond, then she quickly spoke to her son, "Darlington. Why not have breakfast with us before leaving the house? I'm not happy that you're leaving.""Mom, we will still be in touch, and I will be coming to visit you and Samara. At least, before Samara gets married," Darlington said, standing beside me as he spoke to his mother, but then, I felt sick, standing there with them and listening to their conversation.I didn't want to act nauseous in front of Mrs. Ifeoma, so I nudged Darlington's arm for us to be going."Let's have our breakfast first before we leave," Darlington said, while
Amara Nicholas:A week had passed in Darlington's new home as he did not leave the house for work, and we were mostly staying at home together.On Saturday afternoon, as Darlington and I were in the living room watching the television that was displaying a romance movie. The movie was my favorite and also interesting. We sat together on the same couch like a sweet couple, as I was resting my head on Darlington's thigh while I laid on the couch, and he was sitting.Darlington's phone rang out, and he answered. I assumed his mother was the one calling him, as he gave her directions to his home.After the phone call ended, Darlington said to me, "Amara, my mom and sister are coming here."I was nervous because I was wearing a pink light dress, more like a maternity-free dress, while we were watching the romance movie which was my favorite.A few hours later, we heard the gate sound, and Darlington stood up from the couch to go outside and check who had arrived, while I remained seated on
Amara Nicholas:I wanted to cry when I got into the master bedroom, but I decided not to. I was already a month pregnant with Darlington's child, and it was only best that I await his arrival to know what he went to do with Jenna Colton.I went to lay on the bed, nursing my broken heart, and later I heard the sound of a car arriving at the house.I stood up from the bed and went to peek at them, and true enough, Darlington had brought home the lady. She was wearing a very short black gown and paired with black high-heeled shoes. She looked beautiful as she stepped out of the car and gazed around the house.As the mansion was quiet, I heard her say, "Wow, Darlington, our home is more beautiful than I thought."Darlington didn't reply to her, and it broke my heart that he went to bring Jenna into our home, after he had told me that the house belongs to the two of us.I looked at the room and saw it was already after 4 pm, I sighed and stared back at the room Darlington and I had been sh
Darlington Briggs:I was in turmoil after leaving the house to go pick Jenna up. I couldn't muster the courage to tell Jenna the truth that I don't want her anymore. Seeing how pretty Jenna looked as she rushed to hug me at the airport, I was caught up on the words that refused to come out of my mouth.Jenna used to be the air that I breathed before, but now, I breathe in Amara. I'm in love with Amara and want to spend the rest of my life with her, but what about the promises that I made to Jenna before?"Darling, why are you standing there and staring lost? Come and show me to our room? I have missed you and cannot wait to have you," Jenna said, as she moved to hug me in Amara's presence, but I moved her hand away, avoiding the hug as I reached to pick up Jenna's box."Right, come let me show you to the guest room," I said."Guest what? Darlington!" Jenna sounded annoyed."I'm not a guest here! Like, I don't understand what's wrong with you and what's going on here?" Jenna shouted as
Darlington Briggs:"Darlington! What baby did I hear you say to that woman? Did you get her pregnant? Is she pregnant for you?" Jenna asked me, as I wore my slippers to pick up my car key and to go in search of Amara. I wonder where she was going, and I hadn't cautioned the security man not to let Amara out of the house before.Since we arrived here, Amara and I had been living peacefully, so I hadn't thought to caution the security man not to let her out, like how I had cautioned the security man at my father's home."Darlington!" Jenna tried to stop me again, but I pushed her arm off and told her, "Just stay away from me for now. We will discuss about all these later."Quickly, I bolted out of the house and hurried to search for Amara outside, but she was nowhere in sight. I went back into the house, got into my car, and drove out of the estate, but Amara wasn't there.I wasn't with my phone to call her. I went to the estate security men to ask them if they had seen any lady in a gr
Amara Nicholas,I was in my room when I heard a knock on the door. I walked up to the door and pulled it open, and then I saw my mother's maid, Agnes, smiling at me.Agnes was dressed in a long blue gown; she was light-skinned and a young lady of my height. I am 24 years old. I was wearing a long blue nightgown, too, as it was already nighttime at around 9 p.m. on the 31st of December.We were waiting for the crossover celebration to begin, and I had pulled my hair into a bun shortly after drying it from taking my bath in my bathroom."What do you want, Agnes?" I asked her, looking at her face, and she smiled back at me."Good evening, Amara. If you have a moment, your father sent for you downstairs," Agnes informed me. I sighed and replied, "But we just finished having our dinner in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me again? I am not interested in the New Year celebration."Agnes smiled faintly at me and replied, "I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mom, and
Amara Nicholas,"Dad, I don't want to go to the city. I don't want to marry a city man," I protest. Tears are gathering in my eyes.My father stood up from the blue couch. He is a very tall man and dark-skinned in complexion, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned.My father sighed and said, "Amara, we are not disowning you from being 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, and there, 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 up to meet me."You don't have to cry. I can assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will be