Darcy First Proposal Novels & Stories

When he's better, we'll get married. My hand tightened on the suitcase handle, but I said nothing. Hailey reached out to me pitifully. "Say something, Daniel. How can you just decide you don't want me anymore?" Who was really the one being abandoned? I coldly avoided her hand and said calmly, "Hailey, we were together for eight years. I proposed to you 18 times. Every time, you left me, humiliated me, and accused me of disregarding Eric's life. Now, I'm giving up. You should be happy."

I called him countless times, but none of the calls went through. The shop assistant looked at me pitifully, making my heart ache. She stepped forward and asked gently, "Ms. Zachman, how about we wait a little longer?" I shook my head and forced a smile. "No. I'm going home." On my way back, I saw a post with a picture of Shawn choosing pajamas for Britney. The caption read: [I can’t believe we’re so close that he’s helping me pick out pajamas!] I smiled and commented: [Other people's fiancés have good taste, don’t they?]

“Good! Because that man is after something and we need to find out what it is, while enjoying everything that comes with it.” “What makes you think he is after something?” I asked curiously then put on my TV so that I could listen to the morning news while I arranged my room. It was a Sunday morning so I didn't need to go to the office. “Well, my darling. He came to buy your company but immediately he saw you, he proposed marriage for investment where you are still in control. Now, he hasn't indicated that he remembered you from that night at the club many years ago which means that he either doesn't remember or does and is pretending.”

"Good. Then, I have a proposal for you that I am confident will be beneficial for both of us." When she heard what Jacob said, Daphne scowled. She was anxious about what he would say even if she couldn't understand. "Offed?" she asked anxiously. "Can you just remain quiet and just listen?" he said irritably. So, she didn't say anything, but she bit her lip and bowed slightly. "Anyway, as I said, I have an offer for you. Won't you do everything? Then, marry me." Her mouth was half open and her eyes widened as she gazed up at Jacob in response to what he said. "Wait, sir! M-marriage? Really? You want me to marry you? Are you—"

I grabbed the pillow and smothered my squeals as I rolled over. It was hardly possible. I was having a hard time believing it was happening in reality. The way my body ignited in his presence was enough for me to accept his proposal without any monetary additions. In fact, I knew I could dissuade him from giving me exorbitant amounts of money. That part of his proposal was outrageous. After I had settled down, I opened my luggage and pulled out a pair of night clothes. I wandered into the bathroom, admiring the gleaming marble and exquisite fixtures before going through my unimpressive nighttime rituals.

His steps were measured, steady, carrying an undeniable presence. "Everyone," Harvey's voice was deep, smooth, magnetic, effortlessly drawing attention. "This is my fiancée, Daphne." His gaze softened as he turned toward her, the corners of his lips lifting with quiet happiness. Surprise flashed across their friends' faces before settling into warm smiles. A woman in a sleek red gown stepped forward first, the diamonds on her wrist catching the light as she moved. "Daphne, you're absolutely stunning. Harvey is a lucky man." Her voice was crisp and pleasant. Her admiration was genuine.

“First, I got rid of that idiot who almost laid a hand on you. And it wasn’t in a positive way. And second, I said we were engaged.” “Yes! And why did you do that?” “Because I made you an offer.” “An offer I haven’t accepted yet!” She retorts, looking furious. “But you will accept,” I reply somewhat arrogantly. “How can you be so sure, Mr. David Bennett?” She grunts. However, I decide to get closer to her. Too close. Still, I don’t let my emotions show. Ricci doesn’t need to know about her power over me… never. “I have, and that’s enough.” She throws me a sarcastic smile.

“If I didn’t have a few tricks, how else would I have won you over?” After she washed up and dressed, Charlotte headed downstairs for breakfast. When they finished eating, she called Desmond to let him know she would be bringing Sean home that afternoon. Desmond’s tone was neutral. “That meteor shower and the drone proposal last night—was that his doing?” Charlotte pressed her lips together. “Yes. He proposed.” “And you said yes?” Desmond already suspected the answer. “I did.” “This guy…” Desmond chuckled. “He really knows how to make a statement. Your stepmother and I have been talking about your wedding lately. If he hadn’t proposed soon, I was going to ask him myself when he planned on ma

I straightened even more, a proud smile on my face. “Just as I've said multiple times, he and I had no prior relationship before this,” I said before adding with a nonchalant shrug. “When I made the proposal, he accepted without looking through it and made it all happen in a few weeks. He must just really value our partnership.” I couldn't help the pride that crept into my tone. And it was only right for me to be proud. Him hosting a party was a big deal, but it wasn't something that hadn't been done before. But his wife showing up? Now that was huge! Our partnership would benefit him, but I still couldn't see what about it would make him act the way did.

In the next photo, Darren and I were locked in a tight embrace on stage. I looked at those photos, and suddenly let out a delayed, mocking laugh. "When we exchanged rings, the direction of his toes was pointed toward you. He wasn’t moved by my marriage. He was crying for you. "When he hugged me, he was smiling at someone outside the frame. From the angle of the photo, that was you. "So seven years ago, he already had those feelings for you. No wonder he’s stayed single all this time. "What about you? When did it start for you?"