Becoming Ms Bennet: Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

the assistant was cut short by the disruption at the reception. "Let me through, do you know who I am?" Leah spat arrogantly. "Why exactly are you stopping me from meeting my Fiancé?." She suddenly pushed open the office door. Even with all the rumble, she still looked neat. Not a strand of hair out of place. He unconsciously compared Anita to Leah. Unlike Leah who was always too conscious of herself, Anita was free and lackadaisical about less important things. "Baby!"

Bertha whined. She was two years younger than Red, doing CA. Her degree depends upon the number of papers left for her to clear. "Hey! Here I am telling you my ambition and you are not listening." Red clicked her tongue at her. "We have been hearing it since the very first day you were enrolled in the University." "Listen one last time, who knows I will become arrogant after becoming famous." Red chuckled, getting down from the couch. "Stay well and become successful in life. I will pray for you two." Mrs Bennet smiled mesmerizingly at her daughters.

“What’s your name?” “Wren Bradford,” I said, and realized my mistake, internally cursing at myself for the slip. ”I mean Lockwood. Wren Lockwood.” “Oh! Yes, that’s right, I remember now. Let me get that for you.” I breathed out as she walked away. My new name was going to be a difficult thing to get used to. More and more, I was missing Indiana, missing my school. After a moment of staring at the ceiling and clicking my heels together unsuccessfully, Mrs. Rochester, as her name plate stated, returned with a handful of papers.

"Imagine, Kelly had just finished the case. The real Nicky could have gone somewhere, and Cole was the only one left. Bennet, the woman was hopeless." Bennet remained staring at the surface of his desk while holding his head. "So, the girl I've been with since we got married is Nicky's twin. So that's the only difference between them. The way she moved and talked and dressed weren't so alike, I am so stupid not to notice that! Goddamnit!" You got it. Haha! Bennet looks like he's about to cry. "Like I said before, you were too blinded by your revenge, Bennet. That's why you didn't immediately notice the differences. Or maybe you noticed, you didn't acknowledge it because you were proud," I sa

Bethany was here as a guest speaker, a representative of the charity supported by the Bennetts over the years. Heather didn't want to engage in pleasantries. She pretended not to notice and kept her eyes fixed on her phone. Bethany took a step closer, her voice dripping with an insincere apology. "Ms. Longstaff, are you still upset with me? I want to apologize for the last time. I was desperate and thought asking Mr. Bennett to pretend to marry me would help. "But Mr. Bennett turned me down, and I've moved on. I even have a boyfriend now. Let's put the past behind us, shall we?"

KAELON'S POV I had barely typed two lines of my proposal update before the ping of a message lit up my screen. My eyes skimmed the words once, then again, as if the letters might change if I stared long enough. "Sir, Miss Bennet is on her way to the Corporation." I cursed under my breath, pushing my chair back with a screech. Of all the moments she could have picked, this was by far the worst. The press was still prowling, hungry like wolves, and if they caught even a glimpse of her...

Bennett. Apparently, she wished to speak to him. He entered her office, tossing his jacket over a chair before laying down on the couch. Mrs. Bennett wasn't here, and Griffin was tired enough to nap until she arrived. But suddenly, a door opened behind the desk, and Mrs. Bennett walked into the office—clad in only her underwear. Her brown hair was wet from the shower, collected on the right side of her shoulder. Those red-smeared lips of hers formed a broad smile, and she moved her hips dramatically as she approached.

Bennet, true to form, pulls a face of disgust. “I have always been proud of you, son.” Eric hears the first lie. “But that girl is not good enough for you. When she is gone, you are free to marry whoever you want. You can find a woman that would support you to grow into the family business.” Bennet tells Eric. Eric squints slightly. Bennet honestly thinks he would get married again. Eric cannot really believe what he is hearing.

The Bennets Mrs. Bennett turned slowly. This....this was not what she wanted. Jennifer was fiercely loyal to Monique. And now she was here, standing at the threshold of the master bedroom, looking between Ariana on the bed, Mrs. Bennett near the bags, and the tension that stained every inch of the place Ariana smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was bitter, sarcastic, a silent welcome to the circus. Jennifer’s eyes narrowed. Her gaze moved from Ariana’s wild expression to the half-packed suitcase on the floor, to the mascara smudges down Ariana’s face, and back again.