Mr. Darlington Ex Wife

Mr. Darlington Ex Wife

Goodness Chiamaka

4.7
Comment(s)
65.6K
View
134
Chapters

Amara Nicholas, a 24 year old woman was told by her father that she was married off to his best friend's son. However, upon getting to the city, Amara discovered that Darlington Briggs has another woman in his life. Will she be able to win his heart and have her marriage, or will she return back to her parents in the countryside? Find out.

Mr. Darlington Ex Wife Chapter 1 1

~Amara's POV~

On a Friday night, I was in my room when I heard a knock on the door. I walked up to the door and pulled it open, and then I saw my mother's maid, Agnes, smiling at me.

Agnes was dressed in a long blue gown; she was light-skinned and a young lady like my height. I am 24 years old. I was wearing a long blue nightgown, too, as it was nighttime at around 11:30 p.m. on the 31st of December.

We were waiting for the crossover celebration to begin, and I had pulled my hair into a bun shortly after drying it from taking my bath in my bathroom.

"What do you want, Agnes?" I asked Agnes, looking at her face, and she smiled back at me.

"Good evening, Amara. If you have a moment, your father sent for you downstairs," Agnes informed me. I sighed and replied, "But we just finished having our dinner now in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me again? I am not interested in the New Year celebration."

Agnes smiled faintly at me and replied, "I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mom, and the guests had all gone outside, preparing for the fireworks."

"Hmm, okay. Tell my father I will be downstairs soon. Let me go and ease myself; I'm coming," I told Agnes, and she turned and left my corridor.

I sighed and went back into my restroom to relieve myself. I got out and went downstairs to the living room of my father's enormous white mansion. We live on the outskirts of the city, precisely in the countryside. It could be referred to as a village or a sparsely populated area, as my father is a chief there and into agricultural farm produce.

I am more like a princess at home. My mother is the center of admiration, and my people love me, as my mother taught me to be kind and helpful to those around us. We were preparing for the crossover night to a brand-new year, and I don't know how to feel about it.

I am the only child of my parents. I am still single, and my parents aren't pressing for me to get married. My father is an understanding man, but after a few bachelors have come to ask for my hand in marriage. Even my crush, Charles Wilfred, my father refused.

His reason, I do not know, but my mother assured me that my father wanted the best for me, and he couldn't just give me away to any male suitor who would probably treat me less in the future. I understood and sighed, going downstairs to the living room.

We live in a standard duplex house surrounded by many trees and gardens.

My father's mansion was fenced, and now that the celebration was ongoing, we had many visitors, and the guest rooms were packed with my cousins and aunt around.

I finally walked into the living room, and Agnes stepped out again and told me, "Your dad requested that you meet him in his office."

"Okay," I said, then went to my father's home office to see him. I suspect what he had to tell me was private so that none of our relatives would eavesdrop on our conversation.

I finally arrived at the front of my father's home office. Likewise, I knocked gently and heard my father's response in a calm voice, "Come inside."

I quietly pushed the office door open and walked into the enormous office, which had two guest seats and a set of four blue couches.

There, my parents sat on a blue couch, and my father smiled at me and said, "Come, Amara, come have your seat before the fireworks start. Your mother and I have something important to say to you."

"Okay, Dad," I walked into the office, and shortly after, I was seated on another blue couch across from my parents. My mother was clad in a red nightdress, and my dad wore a white garment and black trousers, beneath which I could see the trousers because he was sitting on the same blue couch as my mother.

My dad smiled at me and said, "Amara, It has come to the point that your mother and I need to inform you about our arrangement. We have been keeping it from you, but now is the time to inform you about our decision. Well, I am sure you're familiar with my friend, Mr. Joshua Briggs."

I smiled and replied, "Yes, Dad. I know him, the man who lives in the city with his family and visits here sometimes."

"Good. Well, you are married to his only son, Darlington Briggs, and you will be going to the city tomorrow to live with him." My father informed me.

I gasped, "What? Dad, I don't understand. How can I be married to your friend's son? When? I cannot remember getting married to any man, or did I have a memory loss?"

I stared at my parents in shock. Like, how did I get married without remembering it and also wishing to settle down and have my home? My father sighed, and my mother smiled understandably at me.

"It was an arrangement I had with Mr. Joshua Briggs a long time ago. You are not fully married to Darlington Briggs, but you will have to live with him to see if you both can be compatible to become a true couple," my father explained.

"Dad, I do not understand what you are saying. You mean, I will visit them, or am I already married to the man you're saying is your best friend's son? And doing what married couples do with him?" I asked my father, wanting to understand him better.

"Amara, Like I said, you are married to Darlington Briggs, and you should be a good wife to him when you get to their house. You don't have to worry about anything; Mr. Joshua has paid all the necessities for your hand in marriage for his son. So Darlington Briggs is your husband while you're his wife now. The only difference is that Darlington didn't come down here to marry you officially, neither did you wear a wedding dress to walk down the aisle with him. But you are his wife by our traditional custom," my father emphasized.

"Hmm, Dad, I cannot marry a man that I don't know. I can't go to the city to be with him. Mom?" I looked at my mother's face, wanting to hear her response about all these arrangements.

She sighed and said, "Amara, calm down. It is for your good."

"How, Mom? I cannot go to the city to live with a man I'm not familiar with, Dad. I do not like the bustling lives of city people. I want to remain here, where there's no noise and wild lifestyle," I protested and wanted my father to change his mind about these sudden arrangements.

"I can understand your complaint, my daughter, but I trust Mr. Joshua's son to take care of you, so you're going to the city tomorrow," my father finalized.

Continue Reading

Other books by Goodness Chiamaka

More
The Arrogant Mrs CEO

The Arrogant Mrs CEO

Romance

5.0

"I clothe you, I feed you. So I have every right over you!" These were Cindy's words to her 27-year-old handsome boyfriend, Peter Richards. Cindy was from a prestigious billionaire family. Being the only daughter of her billionaire parents, she was ruthless, authoritative, and most men ran away from her, having heard about her character from rumors. Peter was from a poor family home, and luckily a day came when he met Cindy at a shopping mall. He offered to help Cindy carry her bags. Without any accommodation of his own, as he squatted with some wanderers under a bridge where he slept every night, Cindy decided to help him. Cindy bought a house for Peter, but she was brutal with her choice of words to him and she disrespected his family. Peter was a graduate, as his poor family managed to sponsor him through university, but he didn't have any job. Not wanting to return back home to his parents in the village empty-handed, Peter squatted with friends who later threw him out when he refused to join their fraudulent business. Cindy frustrated Peter's life, even giving him her underwear to wash, until one day, Cindy's best friend saw Peter and she fell in love with him too. Lora Adams offered Peter a mouthwatering job, and also showed him care, despite knowing that Peter was still in love with Cindy and not minding Cindy's ruthlessness towards him. One day, Cindy came back home, and she caught Lora pants down with Peter, leaving her heartbroken. Cindy broke up with Peter, and she sent him away. But what will she do when she finds out that she's pregnant with his child? Will they meet again? Read to find out what happens next .

You'll also like

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

Xiao Xiaosu
4.5

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer
4.5

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book