Amara Nicholas; Standing in my bedroom, I heard a knock on the door and walked up to the door to pull it open. I saw our maid, Agnes, smiling at me. Agnes was dressed in the same long blue gown as mine. She was light-skinned and about the same height as me. I am 24 years old, and it was already nighttime, at around 9 p.m. on the 31st of December. We were waiting for the crossover night celebration to begin. I had pulled my hair into a bun shortly after drying it from taking my bath. “What do you want, Agnes?” Looking at Agnes' face, I asked. She smiled back at me and said, “Good evening, Amara. If you have a moment, your father sent for you downstairs.” “But we just finished dinner in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me again? I don't feel interested in the New Year celebration," I said. “I don't know, but your father is downstairs with your mom, and the guests have all gone outside to wait, preparing for the fireworks," Agnes informed me. “Okay, tell

Amara Nicholas; We got into 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 loads, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn't have to stress about arranging and packing everything that I owned. We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned and told me, "I have to go back now to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess." "Okay, Mom, but I am not still happy about this marriage. Can't you speak to my father again about this?" I asked my mother. I am looking at her face with my blue-shinning eyes, which glimmer with hope at hearing her agree. "No, Amara. I want you to marry me and give me a grandchild. I can't talk to your father about this again. "Not to worry, when you get to the city, I will be calling you from time to time to know how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears freely streamed down from my eyes. I

Amara Nicholas; "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 inquired 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 nervously to him. 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 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 lik

Darlington Briggs; 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 he stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna." "I married my best friend's daughter for you 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 who will marry 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 in order for me to marry?" "That's enough, Darlington! I won't have you disrespect me in this house. You see what an elder sees when 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 have children with you? I am very certain she's cheatin

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