The Arrogant Husband

Chapter 1

In a local village, Mrs. Helen Kingston was driving through the market area when her car came to a stop. She was a middle-aged woman, and she saw a young woman who caught her interest when she traveled home to see her sick mother.

Mrs. Helen inquired with her aunt. "Aunty, who's that pretty young lady?"

"Oh! That's Nadia Harrison. She comes from a very poor family in this village. While her mother sells foodstuffs, her father is still a hunter, but they're well-mannered people," the older woman replied, looking out the car window as she joined Mrs. Helen in admiring Nadia.

"Hmm," Mrs. Helen hummed. She had two sons, one of whom was over thirty years old, and she wanted him to marry on time.

"I would like to arrange a marriage for Richmond. He keeps bringing different women home, and I fear he may contract a disease from one of them," Mrs. Helen expressed her concern.

"Hmm," her aunt, Lady Tina, hummed.

Lady Tina was over sixty years old. "I don't think your husband would accept this, nor would Richmond want her. Richmond hardly comes to this village to see us. He might not find Nadia attractive, and I don't want to push her into a difficult marriage. She comes from a challenging family, and they would want a good man for their daughter, not someone as arrogant as Richmond. You spoiled him too much. When I advised you to stop pampering him and to train him to be a well-mannered boy, you refused to listen. Now, look at him," the older woman ranted.

They continued sitting in Mrs. Helen's black car, which was worth billions of dollars, gazing across the market where Nadia's mother's stall was located.

"Please, Aunt, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your grandson. Richmond is also your grandson since you are my mom's only sister. I want the best for him, and I like that pretty young woman," Mrs. Helen expressed her desire, her black eyes fixed on Nadia.

Mrs. Helen wore an expensive red dress, as did her aunt, and her car remained parked across from the busy market.

It was the first day of the week, and many villagers living in the rural area were going about their daily activities.

Nadia Harrison, who had just arrived at her mother's stall, was busy sampling the goods for sale.

Nadia had beautiful brown skin, long brown hair, and captivating blue eyes.

Her attention focused on the customers arriving to purchase from her. She wore a short brown dress that complemented her skin. Each patron smiled at her, referring to her as "Our wife. Answer us."

"If you're the one who wanted to marry Nadia, I could have helped you speak with her family, but you know there's no lesbian marriage here in our village. So I cannot assist you in talking to them about Richmond. Unless Richmond travels down here by himself to see Nadia's family and asks for her hand in marriage, I can't help," Aunt Tina concluded, not wanting to involve herself in the arrangement as she looked away from the busy market.

"Hmm," Mrs. Helen frowned. Unable to signal her driver to start the car, she carefully got out and crossed the main road. Then she walked ahead to Nadia's mother's stall to meet her.

Many passersby stopped to look at Mrs. Helen.

Her husband was a billionaire, and she was a beautiful Black woman.

She majestically walked over to the roadside vendors and stopped. Stopping in front of Nadia's stall, Mrs. Helen smiled, "Hello."

Nadia turned to look at Mrs. Helen.

"Welcome, ma'am. What would you like to buy?" she inquired, rising from the stool where she had been sitting. She had finished sampling the foodstuffs her mother sold, which included crayfish, smoked fish, and other soup ingredients.

"Hi, pretty damsel. I am not here to buy anything," Mrs. Helen smiled, meeting Nadia's surprised gaze.

"Okay, Ma'am. How can I help you?" Nadia politely asked, even though she sensed that the wealthy woman standing before her came from an affluent family.

"I am here to ask for your hand in marriage," Mrs. Helen dropped the bombshell, watching Nadia's mouth drop in shock.

"My hand in marriage?" Nadia seemed taken aback, but she noticed Mrs. Helen smiling.

"Yes, can't I marry you?"

Nadia blushed at Mrs. Helen's inquiry, but her mother, Lady Diane Harrison, arrived at the stall at that moment.

"Nadia, what does this rich woman want to buy from us? I see she's distracting you from attending to other customers," Mrs. Diane said. She wore a green dress and looked from her daughter to Lady Helen.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Is she your daughter?" Mrs. Helen asked. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be at the marketplace or standing in front of a small table asking questions.

The sun was rising above the clouds and shining down on her expensive attire. However, after she saw Nadia, she couldn't look away and wanted her to marry her first son.