Mr Darcy Novels & Stories

I am relieved when Simon makes an appearance. “The table looks so lovely M, I love what you have done with it. Maybe we should entertain more if I get to see how talented you are.” "Yes, I can see your house keeper is a man of many talents," Mr douche chimes in with false sincerity. Simon looks at him with a strange expression, and I can see his jaw harden. "Marcus is more than my House keeper he is also my friend and my…and ..and someone very special to me," he finishes softly, taking my hands in his. This man ..he really knows how to wreck me. I squeeze his hand, hoping he can see how grateful I am. I get up to bring the food to the table and tune out their shop talk as I plate the food.

One young lady who seemed to be in her twenties and an older lady who is no doubt her mother. “Hello, ladies. Meet my son, Adrian Sterling. Adrian met Darcy and her mother and my good friend, Dorothy.” Mum introduced in an excited voice. “Hi, Adrian. It is nice to finally meet you. I have heard quite a lot about you.” Darcy said shyly, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. I can already tell she is trying too hard to act cute and that is getting on my nerves. “You are so handsome, my dear. Your mother’s bragging rights just went up.” Dorothy added.

“I'll leave the club matters to you. Remind my lawyer about tomorrow's meeting.” “Okay, Boss,” he said half-jokingly. Besides chasing away numerous mosquitoes, Darcy would invite many beetles to sample her pollen. Despite being married and having children, her body was seductive. Many men wouldn't want to marry her because of her reputation. However, they would gladly lust after her. I looked around my house. All the room lights were out. Only the porch and garden lights were on. The butler welcomed me back. He asked about my needs, but I said no and allowed him to rest.

My grandfather chose a life partner for me or else I fear I have chosen some awful one. "Sweetheart, I know you also like me but stop yourself because of this girl. Is she rich like me? No, I don't think so. You should leave her and come to me. Imagine you and my father will merge business then what would happen?" Darcy said with a seductive smile and at the next second she was on the floor as Ariana slapped her saying, "If you would have truly loved him then you would not have needed to give him greed."

And right now, I had to think about how to debunk all the rumors and get Darlington back. I am not a loser. I had never lost, and I'm not ready to lose Darlington either. Darlington is a good man, and his type is rare to find. A man who cannot be easily swayed by any woman. A man who is committed to a single relationship. A man who does whatever his fiancée wants. He supported me, even when my family opposed anything I desired. I just had to await his return to the city, but when I called Darlington's assistant at his office, I learned that he wasn't around, and his security wouldn't allow anyone to see him.

McKinnon's terms, but before he can utter another word, he's rudely interrupted once more. "I have a condition," Mr. McKinnon declares, his tone dripping with arrogance. "My son will marry your younger daughter—the one who is well-behaved, not some brat like this one." He jerks his thumb in my direction, and a sickening feeling twists in my stomach at his words.

I try to show disinterest and sit back down in my chair. "So the women at Ryan's company don't need to lose hope then." "Does that include you?" "No. Mr. Kindness is not my type. I don't like wonderful and sexy billionaires." She pretends to dismiss it. "Sexy?" I raise an eyebrow. "No. I mean extremely sexy." We laugh together until we hear someone clearing their throat behind us. "Miss McCartney, I believe you have work to do." How did we not see him coming? He watches us with a scowl and arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his office door.

Darcy ignored Eva’s theatrical performance and tinkered a wine glass that he just took; He didn’t have the patience for this vicious woman’s brainless acts. “May I have your attention?” Darcy swaggered to the centre with his hands snaked around Grace’s waist. Everyone’s attention followed Darcy and Grace. Marcus quietly walked beside his parents. “Let me clarify” Darcy wore a charming smile on his face as he faced his guests “I, Darcy Walter, have only ever loved one woman in my entire life and that woman is in my arms, my wife, Grace Kingsley.”

He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, before stepping inside. There, seated at the head of the table, was Mr. Darcy himself. The billionaire's commanding presence filled the room, and Tiger couldn't help but be in awe of the man who had carved his name into the music industry. "Mr. Tiger, please have a seat," Mr. Darcy said, his voice carrying a gravitas that demanded attention. "I've heard intriguing things about your business ventures." Tiger took a seat, his mind racing with thoughts of Christiana's dreams and the opportunity that lay before him. He knew that he needed to present his case with confidence and conviction.

Catherine was running late for her class when she passes by the dance hall and hearing the unnamed professor say something about the auditions. There, Catherine already knew that it was Lyra who’d been receiving this unnecessary lecture, so she gathered all her guts, took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering the dance hall. Everyone in the class looked at her with their eyes widened, including Brittany, who was looking at Catherine with flirting eyes, Lyra, whose eyebrows were furrowed and nearly in tears, and the instructor with a confused expression plastered on his face.