Archie Madekwe Parents Novels & Stories

Archer Grey answered casually while Theo's face lit up brightly with his sweet smile. "Dada? Dada wabwab mama Bee?" Theo continued to ask. "Yes baby, dada loves mama Bee" Archer answered while flipping the documents on the table. Beam and Chloe just keep on glaring at each other with stunned faces while they are just listening to the conversation of the father and son.

Archie asked with twinkling grey eyes. "Mommy, I was so scared. Annie and Archie pretended to be ghosts and I couldn't sleep. I even had nightmares of ghosts capturing me." Isla complained holding Ava's face with both of her chubby hands as she ranted while Archie giggled and laughed like a little devil. Isla and Archie were twins. Archie was a few minutes older than Isla. "Where's Annie and Dad?" "Annie is with Austin and Grandpa is in the garden having tea." Little five-year-old Archie said.

“Thank you, hubby.” Maeva blinked her eyes and continued to narrate things to Zaire while waving her hands enthusiastically. “Daddy, it was fun at home. I have uncles, aunts, grandma, grandpa, great-grandmother, and great-grandpa. Right, there is also a stinky uncle...”

Jonathan Wealth. Archer placed his hat on his lap and leaned his black cane on the desk eager to know what urgent news his father was about to tell him now. "I have found you a wife," Mr. Jonathan hit him with the most shocking news to his ears. His eyes widen appalled. "She's 26, still young to bear you a number of babies, and a daughter of a close friend of mine in Greenfield." Archer was speechless by such appalling news that it was difficult, very difficult for him to say anything.

Although it was stressful, and some days might feel monotonous, life still felt fulfilling in a way that felt hopeful. To me, studying wasn't just about grades;it was the real chance to change my destiny. One day, on a whim, I clicked on that old livestream link again. That was when I noticed that my parents had started a new broadcast. The original one was long shut down, but this new one was all about Archer. In the livestream, Mom and Dad were parading Archer in front of the camera, talking about helping him find a wealthy bride. "And if any viewers are interested," Mom said, grinning at the camera, "he can even become a live-in son-in-law. Of course, only if you've got the money."

My mom is on board, and the elders as well; even King Archibald is aware of it. He raked his muddy hand over his head. "So, tell me about yourself," Maya said, changing the subject and moving to the chill of the cold water. "What do you want to know about me?" he said, splashing some water at her and making her laugh. "Everything," Maya said. "What do you do? Where do you live? Do you have parents and siblings? What are your likes?" "That's a question bank if you ask me," he chuckled. "But I'll answer in a summary. My dad is Lugard, and he is the King's Beta."

He perks up as my relation. “Really?” He says. “It’s just, you have a family.” He says and I expect him to say more, but he doesn’t. “Don’t you have a family?” Is what I mutter and instantly feel stupid for asking. “Well, my mom died when I was young. Probably Graces age actually and technically, yes, I have a father. Who just dank himself into a stupor last night and undid thirty days of recovery.” Archer says, his smile now dim.

Back then, Paige, Harriet, and I were engaged in some drinks in the living room. I was informed by Paige last night that her brother owned not only an architectural and interior design firm but also a real estate company and a top-tier construction company marked with a triple-A rating. It's amusing to think that a gangster like him has achieved something. Our professions are closely related, as I discovered that Trace Dimagiba is a licensed architect. And I never thought that could be possible for someone like him.