Mrs Darcy Novels & Stories

George could not help but stare at the couple. Oh, it was not fair. Darcy was perhaps a tad thicker around the middle with a trace of gray about the temples but looking all the more distinguished, yet that was nothing to the transformation to Mrs. Darcy. She was no longer the newlywed girl he'd first seen and puzzled over but a woman whose additional curves, instead of making her look matronly, ended up adding to her beauty. She was one of those women who seemed to grow more alluring as she matured. Now she was every inch the great lady but renowned for her quick yet gentle wit, her sparkling eyes and her devotion to her family.

DARLINGTON'S POV. Attending to my clients for the day, I didn't bother to check on Amara or to introduce her to any of the staff as my wife. "No way," I said. I picked up my phone and immediately called Mrs. Sarah to get me lunch. Mrs. Sarah is a young lady in her twenties, but she was older than Amara by a year. Spending time working in my office, I picked up my phone and phoned Sarah, informing her what to get for me.

She was wearing a white elegant dress and her smile was beautiful. “Can I come in?” I was silent for a while but she entered as she closed the door. “I am your father’s new wife. My name is Darcy.” She sat down at the edge of the bed with a little soft sigh. “I know thatit was too sudden, but I hope to be friends with you first. I don’t want to push on acting as your mother.” “It doesn’t matter to me,” I utter. “I don’t complain to my father. I don’t care who he marries.”

On the contrary, they accentuated her beauty and flawlessness. Ingrid said while all choked up, "Angie…" "Your memory must be failing you, Ms. Dalton. You should address me as Ms. Lawson now." Angeline's tone was polite but distant. "If you're here as someone's plus one but accidentally got lost, I can have my assistant take you—" "I sneaked in here, Angie," Ingrid said slowly. "I just want to say something to you." Angeline ignored her and called in the direction of the door, "Jamie!"

After Diana finished speaking, he didn't hear any response for a long time. He couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror, only to see that the man's eyes were slightly dazed, and there was no expression on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. Diana pursed his lips, does Mr. really care about Mrs. now? But it was a matter of human life, he couldn't help but say again: "Sir, Madam she"

"If you hadn't forced your way into his life that night, the tittle of Mrs. Elliot would've been mine!" I nodded slowly, a sad smile curling up at the corner of my lip. "Well, congratulations to you, as you're about to hold that tittle now. At least, he just announced you to the whole world as his fiancee. It's just a matter of time, and you'll become his wife," I said simply. But, the second those words left my mouth, her expression changed, her face twisting into a deadly glare. "You think you're perfect, don't you?" She asked, her voice dripping with menace.

She spent hours choosing what to wear and finally settled on a designer crimson suit and gold heels. She admires herself in the mirror until a knock on her door interrupts her. “Come in” She said with a frown and the door quickly opened. A young girl, dressed in servant uniform rushed in with her head lowered “Greetings Luna, the elders have arrived and are waiting in the conference room” the girl's eyes were focused on the floor and she was too scared to look at Darcy directly. Darcy checked her reflection in her phone screen, and a smile stretched across her lips. She quickly turned and headed for the conference room.

My hand wrapped around the glass as the sound of heels clicking against the floor pulled my attention toward the entrance. I could use a distraction right now, and it was about damn time for the entertainment to arrive. Yet as I turned my head, I froze, seeing my wife in the doorway. She hadn’t noticed me yet as she laughed with one of the managers, but why would she? Charlotte had an old Polaroid camera hanging from her neck, and she snapped a picture of the empty side of the room before handing it to the manager, who looked it over, nodded in approval, and added it to a stack in his hands.

Her brown hair was long and thick and, when it wasn't tied up, hung all the way to the middle of her back. And Darcy's body was, well... I mean, she was a beautiful woman in her early twenties. Darcy was tall and thin with a flat stomach and long legs. She had a perky butt and big breasts - I had no idea the cup size but I could tell by the cleavage in her work outfit that there was a lot there. Darcy always dressed well. Her outfit that day - complimented by her painted nails and diamond stud earrings - was that wonderful mix of professional and sexy. So objectively, sure, this was a gorgeous woman working me off. But it was also my older sister and I couldn't get past that. However, when I

He gave her hand a sympathetic squeeze before he moved to the next introduction. Darcy was just a little taller than Tina. Catherine said she was in charge of the finances for the dinner and tracking the donations as well. The woman wore her brown hair very short and she carried a little too much weight on her small frame. Her eyes positively gleamed as she ran them over Ben's body. She boldly asked Ben to save a few dances for her and Ingrid blushed at her audacity to say such a thing in front of their boss. Darcy just laughed at Ingrid's expression and straightened her low cut strapless blue dress to more favorably present 'the girls' for Ben's enjoyment. Ben blushed too which surprised In