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 were gathering in my eyes. My father stood up from the blue couch. He is a tall man and dark-skinned in complexion, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned. My father sighed and said, "Amara, we are not disowning you from becoming 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, 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 taps, 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. You wil

(Amara's POV) Mom entered my room looking radiant in her long white night dress. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she came in 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 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. And why didn't you make up your face? You know that you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look hot when you eventually meet 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. 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. I am perfectly okay like this—the way I am. If I

(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, because I wanted to go downstairs to officially inform my parents that I had made up my mind to get married this year—and to settle down with Jenna Colton. Jenna has been my love for five years now. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, who 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 is also wealthy and well-known here. Jenna has a successful career as an actress and a model. She has been featured as the face of many brands. I knew that she had gone under the knife and undergone several 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. But my father didn't react to my post about the engagement. To make matters worse, I can no longer find him online after the news we

(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's face, struggling to comprehend the news my father had just shared about my arranged marriage, like a document signed. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother said. My younger sister laughed, making me glare at her. "What's so funny, Samara?" Mom 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." "No, Mother," Samara replied. Mom looked displeased at Samara, who coughed and apologized to us. "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is very funny. How can Dad marry Darlington without his consent to it or knowing about it, and now his wife is already coming here? Hahaha!" "Samara!!" Mom yelled at her. Samara ran ahead to the double-door fridge in the living room to get a bo

DARLINGTON: I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after my bath, I ordered some food. I eventually drifted off into a long afternoon nap, only to be woken by my phone ringing on the table. I sat up, realizing it was already evening. I frowned; I had expected Jenna to arrive hours ago. I picked up the phone and saw my mother was calling. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" she asked. I yawned and stretched before replying, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling?" I didn't want to think it was about the new woman arriving at our mansion, but my mother confirmed my fears. "She is already here, Darlington. Your father has been trying to call your mobile, but it isn't 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. Father can go ahead and marry her as his second wife," I said. "Darlington!" I heard my father’s voice in the background as he stepped into