Amara's POV
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 up to my chair in my room and had a seat, where I sat down and drank my tea while eating the bread with it.
My mom walked to look outside the window, then walked back to meet me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here. Why didn't you put on makeup? You know that 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. Internally, 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 won't be any need for that. I don't have to pretend in front of my husband. So, I am perfectly okay like this, the way I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can't continue to live the fake life I presented to him at first sight?"
My mother looked at me, speechless at first. She finally said, "Okay. Hurry then."
"I'm finished. 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 up beside me. She said, "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 downstairs into the living room, where we met my father standing in the center of the living room. He was still in his white robe and was speaking to a man I wasn't familiar with.
I watched the middle-aged man greet my father, "Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Timothy. Drive safely and make sure you return on time," my father said to the man in a black pant and a white shirt paired with black men's shoes.
"Okay, Sir. I will," the driver replied, and my father turned to face me.
"Amara..."
"Father, good morning," I greeted my father. Tears welled up in my eyes again. Even when I went to school and studied accounting and music in the city, I didn't cry leaving my parents.
But now, I felt like I was going to my husband's house. I might not be able to return home to live with my parents like I used to. The farms we visited, the harvested produce, 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 a compulsory 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 are not selling you off. You can always return home to us if you still 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 that my father was talking to me about bringing my future kids home and that I would go there to become a mother too.
I was quite 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 following years, to carry on what my parents would eventually leave behind someday.
"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 about my husband's people being friendly and how they would wholeheartedly welcome me.
I finally got into the sleek black car—a black Mercedes-Benz. I waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties who had pulled up in front of my father's mansion to say goodbye to me too.
My aunt, Mrs. Juliet, was sobbing, having heard that I was also married off as if I were sold off. My parents also had a sad look on their faces, but I knew this wouldn't be the end of me.
I wasn't leaving them forever; I was only going to the city to start a family 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 had become a mess. I watched the car start, and the driver reminded me to fasten my seatbelt.
I obeyed him and buckled up my seatbelt. Soon, the black car drove out of my parents' home. Stealing a final look backward, I saw my mother crying and my father hugging her closely, assuring her that I would be okay, while he alone waved goodbye at me.
The driver sped up, and we headed to the city. I knew the drive to town 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 to whom I was getting married.
I entered the social media network we used in my country, F******k, to browse, chat, and upload photos online.
I uploaded mine, but after getting plenty of likes and reactions and fearing 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 genuine Darlington Briggs wasn't hard, as he had my father as his mutual friend.
I knew some people didn't use their real names online, but I used mine alongside my parents. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those with whom we had lost contact. But I was using a fake name. I doubted the search would be easy.
Just like the Darlington Briggs profile I entered, 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 so shocked to see the face of the man that I am married to. "What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked me in concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror. "I am sorry. You can continue driving; I was only shocked to see my husband's face online," I said to him nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understandably, and I took it as a mental note not to scream out so foolishly again. The drive started again, 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 got into the university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on him, not knowing when I was walking with my friend Esther Peters. Esther was an actress; she was a seductive person, and she never failed to observe all the handsome and well-to-do rich guys in the university. I wondered how a rich girl like
Darlington's POV I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a brand new day. A New Year's Day. I was so excited, as I wanted to go downstairs to inform my parents officially 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 since five years ago. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, as Bruce 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 was 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 knew that she had gone through the knife and had 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 to marry me. My father didn't react to my post, and to make matters worse, I cannot seem to fin
Darlington's POV I immediately rose from the black couch and stared at my father in shock. "Whose wife, Dad?" I asked my father again, wanting to be sure, and my father stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. The reason I married my best friend's daughter for you is because she's well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton." "Dad... I cannot believe that you're saying this. I am the one to get married to Jenna, not you! What gives you the right to think that you can decide on my life like this and impose a woman on me for 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 that she will want to settle down and give you children? I am very certain sh
Darlington's POV I watched my father walk away from us by climbing the stairs, and he went back to his room, exiting our view. "Mother," I gazed back at my mother, struggling to comprehend and assimilate the news my father had just shared about my impending marriage, like a piece of document signed on an agreement. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any 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 her 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 to us, "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is very funny. How can our dad marry Darlington without Darlington consenting to it or knowing about it, and now his wife is already coming here? Hahaha!" "Samara!!" Our mother yelled at Samara, and Samara r
Darlington's POV After my breakfast with my mother and my sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and set out 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; allow me to 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 as of now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said, with a hint of frustration. "It's okay. Just be fine out there," my mother assured me. "Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I will be good. Take care," I said, hugging my mother. Though I was taller than her and Samara, they're my family, and their happiness matters to me. Well, I cannot say the same about my
Darlington's POV I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after taking my 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 me, and I yawned and stretched before I replied, "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 since, 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. F
Darlington's Briggs;Jenna turned to face me. Her lips quiver, but she shakes her head and replies, "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 have 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 up to meet Jenna, where she stood and folded her arms around her chest."I know Darlington. Just give me some time to sort myself out first. I am not yet ready to become pregnant," Jenna stated."Hmm." I knew that my father wouldn't change his mind now. Especially not when he has married his friend's daughter for me.I was frustrated about Jenna's constant refusal to get pregnant for me, and I was not ready to lose my position as the CEO of Briggs Group yet.So what do
Darlington Briggs:I didn't care what Jenna used the money that she received from her work to do. So long that she was looking sweet for me. Also, I 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 cannot 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? How 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