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

AMARA P.O.V "Dad, I don't want to go to the city tomorrow. I don't want to marry a city man," I protested. Tears were gathering in my eyes. My father stood up from the blue couch. He is a very tall man, dark-skinned in complexion, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned. "Amara," My father sighed and said, "We are not disowning you as our daughter. You will always be our child, but you must start your own life and family to give your mother and me grandchildren. We also don't 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 a waterfall, 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. Yo

AMARA POV: Mom walked into my bedroom, dazzling in her white nightdress. She scented like a rose, and she arrived with Agnes, who greeted me, "Good morning, Amara. I brought your tea and bread." "Thanks, Agnes," I replied, accepting the teacup from her hand. Then, I walked up to my chair sat down, and drank my tea while eating the bread with it. Mom walked to peep outside the window, and she rushed back to meet me, saying, "Hurry up, Amara. The car driver is here, and why didn't you make-up your face? You know that you'll see your husband once you get to the city. So you should look presentable when you eventually meet with him." "Mom…" I pouted my pink lips, finishing my tea. Internally, I didn't have any intention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married. "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room," Mom said. "No, Mom. There won't be any need for that. I don't have to pretend in the face of my husband. So I'm perfectly okay like this, the way I am. What if I pretend with

DARLINGTON POV: I woke in my bedroom to the crisp beginning of a brand‑new day. It was New Year’s Day. I was excited — I wanted to go downstairs and officially tell my parents that I intended to get married this year; I had decided to settle down with Jenna Colton. Jenna has been my love for five years. I met her through her older brother, Bruce, who was my best friend in school. We studied the same business course and live in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family is wealthy and well known here. Jenna has a successful career as an actress. She is also a model and has been the face of many brands. I knew Jenna had gone under the knife and undergone many surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I loved her nonetheless. I love Jenna very much, and I didn’t regret my decision to propose to her last weekend. My father didn’t react to my post, and to make matters worse, I couldn’t find him online after the news of my engagement to Jenna went viral. Dad had purposely block

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 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 too 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 ran ahead to

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 nervously, and I yawned and stretched before I replied, "I'm 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 fro