Chapter 6
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Darlington.
I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a new day—New Year’s Day.
I was super excited, as I wanted to go downstairs to inform my parents officially that I wanted to get married this year. I had made up my mind to settle down with Jenna Colton.
Jenna had been my love for five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, as Bruce was my best friend in school.
We studied the same business course, and we lived in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also a wealthy and well-known family there.
Jenna had a successful career as an actress. She was also a model and had been featured as the face of many brands.
I knew that Jenna had gone under the knife and had undergone a lot of plastic surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I still loved her nonetheless.
I loved Jenna very much, and I did not regret my decision to propose to her last weekend to marry me.
My father did not react to my post, and to make matters worse, I could not seem to find him online again after the news of my engagement to Jenna went viral.
My father had purposely blocked me online so he would not see me posting about Jenna again.
My father had warned me to stop posting about Jenna. But Jenna was the woman after my heart.
How could I not post about the love of my life? That would mean I was cheating on her.
I loved Jenna very much, and she was like the air I breathed. I could not live without her; this was what I told her every time, and I knew that Jenna had been hesitant about accepting my engagement ring from me. But she knew that I had always wanted us to settle down.
I had assured Jenna that she should not worry about my father and that I would speak to him about agreeing to and accepting our marriage.
Jenna had told me that she was not ready for marriage now and had a lot of things to do in her modeling job unless I waited for her, but I assured her that I would not stop her from fulfilling her dreams just because she was my wife.
I had supported Jenna before we started dating, and I was still supporting her now.
I got out of bed and prepared to go downstairs to inform my father about my new marriage decision.
My father detested Jenna and had warned me to stay away from her; more likely, I should tell her not to find me again in our company by visiting my office and workspace. But I could not do that.
I loved Jenna very much, and I meant every word that I said when confessing my feelings to her.
Meanwhile, I got into my bathroom. My room was vast and spacious enough. It could contain more than three luxury beds, and there would still be more space.
I finished bathing and saw that the time was after 9 a.m. I had woken up late because we had a cross-over night celebration at home on New Year’s Eve.
I was with my family, waiting to witness the fireworks and the crossing over to a new year.
I could not wait to become a father soon. I knew Jenna was scared of getting pregnant by me, but I wanted to marry her and assure her that I would always be there for her.
I entered my closet and took a purple shirt and black trousers, which I wore. I combed my short black hair on my head.
I liked to keep my hair smooth, so I let it grow slightly. I finished combing my hair and then applied my masculine perfume to make me smell fresh, like the New Year’s Day.
I wore my black slippers and exited my bedroom on the top floor of my father’s enormous mansion.
We lived in a standard duplex home consisting of eight rooms and a living room downstairs with a kitchen and guest rooms.
My father’s mansion was massive because he was the one who had built it and told the constructors how the mansion should be built.
Jenna had told me that she did not like to visit me here in my parents’ home, as she knew that my father disapproved of her.
I planned to buy a new house to move out of, just like Bruce did. But when I told my mother about it—that I planned on buying my own home—
My mother frowned at it and said that it was too early for me to be living alone now, unless I wanted to live a wayward life. She said that when my father married her, they lived in my grandfather’s house in the countryside before my father had money and moved to the city to get his own house.
According to my mother, I should not move out until I had a child or two children; then I could move out of my father’s house.
Well, this did not sit well with Jenna, and I promised her that I would get a house for her once we were married.
I walked downstairs into the living room, and my father was alone. He sat on the black couch in the living room and was wearing a white garment, as if he had not taken his bath yet.
Dad was going through a file in his hands, and I walked downstairs to greet him.
“Good morning, Father,” I said, and my father paused what he was reading and looked at me.
He took off his glasses, which were perfectly seated on the bridge of his nose.
Dad put the glasses inside the case and looked back at me as a warm smile crept onto his face. He replied to my greeting, “Good morning, Darlington. Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, Dad. Where is Mom?” I inquired, and my father said, “She is upstairs and still in her room. You know that we slept late last night.”
“I know, Dad,” I replied, sitting across from my father.
“Yes, Darlington. That reminds me. I wanted to tell you about this last night, but I decided not to be in a hurry about it,” my father said.
“What is it, Dad?” I inquired, looking at my father’s face.
Dad sighed and said, “Your wife, Amara Nicholas, is coming to the city today to start living with us.”
“What!” I exclaimed in utmost disbelief.
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