Darlington Briggs; How would you feel if your parents imposed a spouse on you? Who have I never met before? 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 paper 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
Darlington Briggs; 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 too?" 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 do 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 tell Jenna about it, but I feel like leaving this house for 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 da
Darlington Briggs; I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after taking my bath, I requested something edible to eat. After a long afternoon nap, my phone ringing on the table in my room woke me up. 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. I s
Darlington 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 expect me to cancel all that and put it aside to now 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 up 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 gone ahead and 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 Br
Darlington Briggs: I didn't care what Jenna used the money that she usually 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 she still shook her head firmly and replied, "No, darling." I worked so hard to get to the top of my rank. I cannot just quit now... I can't get pregnant as of 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 becoming married 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 ge
Darlington Briggs: "Okay," Jenna agreed, and I called on the room service. Soon, our meals arrived, and I refrained from telling Jenna that my parents had already found a new wife for me, and this was especially true for my father. I couldn't tell Jenna about it. Not when she is suggesting that we use a surrogate mother and has no desire to become pregnant for me. I was frustrated by her constant refusal to get pregnant. But yes, I was a billionaire, and I could afford to get a surrogate mother, but I wouldn't say I liked the idea of it. I wanted to see my wife become pregnant for me and bear our child. I don't know if I am being selfish about this. But I honestly wanted to see my wife become pregnant. I knew that some women had lost their lives through the pregnancy journey, and it wasn't an easy task like that. I sighed and finally had dinner with Jenna. "Ain't you going home today?" Jenna asked me as she was through with her meal. We both had a plate of jollof rice and frie
Amara Nicholas; I arrived earlier at the Briggs family mansion. I had not been here before, and as Mr. Timothy drove my father's sleek black Mercedes-Benz car into the compound premises and parked, I couldn't help but admire the front view of the exquisite mansion. The mansion looked so lovely and homely, and the surroundings also seemed so calm. I finally got out of the car, and just then, I saw an older man step out of the mansion. He was wearing a white polo and black trousers, with slippers. He walked up, excited to meet me. Just as I finally got out of the car,. "My beautiful daughter-in-law, you are highly welcome to our humble home," the man said to me, with widely opened arms, as he finally approached me and hugged me warmly. I smiled shyly and managed to respond to him. Thank you, sir. Good evening" "Good evening, my dear. Come, let us go inside," the middle-aged man ushered me inside the mansion. I recognized him to be Mr. Joshua Briggs—my father's best friend and also
Amara Nicholas: "My daughter, don't mind what Samara had said to you earlier, okay?" Mr. Joshua spoke to me again in a polite tone. I responded to him, "Okay, sir." I was exhausted and famished from traveling a long distance to the Briggs home. I wanted to take a refreshing bath to rest. "I am fine, sir. But I would like to have a bath to calm myself from the long hours of travel," I said. "Okay," Mr. Joshua replied. "Come with me. Let me show you upstairs to your husband's room. Darlington went out to get something. But I have already called him and informed him that you're already here with us," Mr. Joshua said as he led me upstairs. I stared backward and saw Mrs. Ifeoma Briggs climbing the stairs with us. She seemed like she was going to her room. I wondered why Darlington wouldn't be at home to welcome me, knowing that I was also arriving at their mansion. I kept silent and walked with Mr. Joshua, who was nice enough to speak to me and show me around their mansion. We wal