Darlington Briggs;
I stayed in the living room; shortly after, I had dismissed the maid to go upstairs and deliver the dinner to Amara.
I wouldn't accept her as my wife, although I knew my father wasn't joking. I wasn't a kid to be swayed. I am 30 years old, not a young boy for my father to control however he pleased.
I remember not having my phone, as I had rushed out of the sitting room and went downstairs to inform the maid. Growing tired, I went upstairs to my sitting room again to get my phone and change my purple T-shirt and black pants into a warm night robe.
I needed to take my evening bath, and I thought about using a guest room downstairs as I didn't want to share my space with Amara.
I got into my sitting room, as the entire mansion was now eerily silent. It was past 11 pm,
