Darlington's POV; I got up from the dining chair and started to leave our family's home after finishing my breakfast with my mother and sister. "Darlington, where are you heading next?" With a worried expression, my mother questioned me. "Mom, I am just going out; I will be back soon," I reassured her. "All right, my son."However, do you believe that keeping Jenna in the dark is the best course of action? Let me take care of things for you; she might overreact. Later on, you can inform her about your father's intention to force you into wedlocking a destitute person." My sigh was deep. "Okay, mother. For now, I feel like leaving this house, but I will not tell Jenna about it." With a hint of frustration, I said, "I do not want to be here when that woman arrives." "That is alright." My mother reassured me, "Just be fine out there." "Yes, Mom. I will be alright; I am not a child." I gave my mother a hug and said, "Take care." Even though Samara and she are my family, I care abou
Darlington's POV I took a bath, waited for Jenna to come, and asked for something edible to eat. My phone rang on the table in my room, waking me from a long afternoon nap. I got out of the hotel bed right away, and when I saw that it was already evening, I scowled because I thought Jenna would have arrived earlier. My mother was calling, so I picked up the phone. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" I yawned and stretched before answering my mother's question, saying, "I am somewhere special, Mom." Why are you phoning me?" My mother reassured me, "She is 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 is not connecting," so I did not want to believe it was because of the new woman who was arriving at our mansion. "Where are you now? "Start coming home." "No, Mother." "Why?" I already informed you that I had no interest in seeing this woman. I do not give a damn about her origins or identity. "Fa
Darlington' POV Jenna pivoted to look at me. She shakes her head and says, "No, Darlington," though her lips tremble. "Not right now. At this point, I am unable to conceive. In addition to the best international model award, I would like to be named this year's top model. You also expect me to renounce my 50 million dollar contract and put it all aside in order to become your baby mama. No, right now I am unable to do that." My sigh was deep. I said, "Not a baby-mama for me, Jenna, but as my wife," getting out of bed and approaching Jenna, who stood with her arms encircling her chest. "I know Darlington." "Please give me some time to sort myself out first." Jenna said, "I am not ready to get pregnant just yet. "Um." I was certain that my father would not not reconsider. especially now that he is married his friend's daughter on my behalf. Jenna's persistent refusal to become pregnant for me was frustrating, and I was not prepared to give up my role as CEO of Briggs Group just yet
Darlington's POV What Jenna did with the money she typically got from her job did not concern me. She had been looking sweet for me for a long time. I also knew that her older brother, Bruce Colton, was a friend of mine, and that her parents were billionaires. Jenna was not lacking anything; she was stunned by my request, but she responded with a firm shake of her head, "No, darling. To reach the top of my rank, I put in a lot of work. I can not give up right now. I am currently unable to conceive. It will destroy both my career and my physique. You are aware of all the issues a woman faces following childbirth." "What?" I gasped, turning to face Jenna in disbelief. "Damage your physique? Is that all you care about: your appearance and your money? How about marrying the way you have always wanted and starting a family together?" I asked a question. After scowling and coming to meet me, Jenna said, "Darling, we will have children." It is not that I will not try. However, not r
Darlington Briggs: "Okay," Jenna agreed, and I called on the room service. Soon, our meals arrived, and I refrained from telling Jenna that my parents had already found a new wife for me, and this was especially true for my father. I couldn't tell Jenna about it. Not when she is suggesting that we use a surrogate mother and has no desire to become pregnant for me. I was frustrated by her constant refusal to get pregnant. But yes, I was a billionaire, and I could afford to get a surrogate mother, but I wouldn't say I liked the idea of it. I wanted to see my wife become pregnant for me and bear our child. I don't know if I am being selfish about this. But I honestly wanted to see my wife become pregnant. I knew that some women had lost their lives through the pregnancy journey, and it wasn't an easy task like that. I sighed and finally had dinner with Jenna. "Ain't you going home today?" Jenna asked me as she was through with her meal. We both had a plate of jollof rice and frie
Amara Nicholas; I arrived earlier at the Briggs family mansion. I had not been here before, and as Mr. Timothy drove my father's sleek black Mercedes-Benz car into the compound premises and parked, I couldn't help but admire the front view of the exquisite mansion. The mansion looked so lovely and homely, and the surroundings also seemed so calm. I finally got out of the car, and just then, I saw an older man step out of the mansion. He was wearing a white polo and black trousers, with slippers. He walked up, excited to meet me. Just as I finally got out of the car,. "My beautiful daughter-in-law, you are highly welcome to our humble home," the man said to me, with widely opened arms, as he finally approached me and hugged me warmly. I smiled shyly and managed to respond to him. Thank you, sir. Good evening" "Good evening, my dear. Come, let us go inside," the middle-aged man ushered me inside the mansion. I recognized him to be Mr. Joshua Briggs—my father's best friend and also
Amara Nicholas: "My daughter, don't mind what Samara had said to you earlier, okay?" Mr. Joshua spoke to me again in a polite tone. I responded to him, "Okay, sir." I was exhausted and famished from traveling a long distance to the Briggs home. I wanted to take a refreshing bath to rest. "I am fine, sir. But I would like to have a bath to calm myself from the long hours of travel," I said. "Okay," Mr. Joshua replied. "Come with me. Let me show you upstairs to your husband's room. Darlington went out to get something. But I have already called him and informed him that you're already here with us," Mr. Joshua said as he led me upstairs. I stared backward and saw Mrs. Ifeoma Briggs climbing the stairs with us. She seemed like she was going to her room. I wondered why Darlington wouldn't be at home to welcome me, knowing that I was also arriving at their mansion. I kept silent and walked with Mr. Joshua, who was nice enough to speak to me and show me around their mansion. We wal
Darlington Briggs:I arrived late, at around 9 p.m., after leaving the hotel where I had a meeting with Jenna. I was not happy with Jenna's refusal to agree to get pregnant for me, but I still love Jenna.I tried to understand with Jenna that she is a top model in our country, and it matters the most to her to maintain her look and to keep being famous.I remembered Jenna's words about me accepting a surrogate mother with her. Well, I could have received it, but still, I wouldn't say I liked the idea of that.I drove my black car into my father's mansion premises and parked. I got out of the car and went into the living room, expecting to see my parents there and, more likely, the new lady that my father had married on my behalf, but as I got into the living room, I met only Samara and our maid."Good evening, big brother," Samara rushed up to meet me excitedly. She was wearing a white night dress, and I hugged her politely before letting go of her."Well done. Where are Mom and Dad?"