All Chapters of Mr Darlington Ex Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amara's POV: "Dad, I don't want to go to the city. I don't want to marry a city man," I protested. Tears gathered in my eyes. My father stood up from the blue couch. He was a very tall, dark-skinned man, unlike my mother and me, who both had light skin. 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 pretend 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 can assure you that the Briggs family is a good family, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will be treated well when you get to their f

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, and she walked back to meet me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here, and why didn't you make your face? You know that you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look hot when you eventually meet with him." I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I internally didn't have any intention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married, and 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 the face of my husband. So I am perfectly o

(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 for the past five years. 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 Jenna had undergone several cosmetic 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 find him online aga

••DARLINGTON•• I watch my father walk away from us by climbing the stairs, and he goes back to his room, exiting our view. "Mother," I gaze back at my mother's face, struggling to assimilate the news my father has just shared about my impending marriage, like a document signed on an agreement. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother says, and my younger sister laughs, making me glare at her. "What's so funny, Samara?" My mother asks her before I can. "Just because your father does not marry you off like that, right? That is why you are shamelessly laughing at your older brother, right?" "No, Mother," Samara smiles. Our mother looks displeased at Samara, who coughs and apologizes to us, "Mom, I am sorry. But this is very funny. How can our dad marry Darlington, without him consenting to it or knowing about it, and now his wife is already coming here? Hahaha!" "Samara!!" Mom yells at her, and Samara runs ahead to the double-d

••DARLINGTON•• I wait for Jenna to arrive. After taking my bath, I request something edible to eat. My phone rings on the table in my room, waking me from a long afternoon nap. I immediately get out of the hotel bed. Realizing it is already evening, I frown because I had expected Jenna to arrive before now. I pick up my phone and see that my mother is calling. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" my mother asks. I yawn and stretch before replying, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling me?" I do not want to think it is because of the new lady arriving at my father's mansion. My mother confirms my suspicion: "She is already here in our house, Darlington. Your father has been trying to call your mobile number to find out where you are, but it is not connecting. Where are you? Start coming home." "No, Mother, why? I told you earlier that I am not interested in seeing this lady. I do not care who she is or where she is from. Father can go ahead and marry her as his second w