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Chapter 1

I was born with a sickly body and was never the beauty I should have grown up to be, a beauty like my mother was. Because of my sickly body I never had the chance to possibly become an accomplished woman. I grew up to be quiet and a bit snobby, a mere shadow of my mother Lady Catherine de Bourgh. But ever since I was young I was told when I grew up I would marry my cousin Mr. Darcy. I was told this over and over again so it slowly became my fact. To me, I had no fault because I truly believed no matter what that I would still marry him. That was one of the only definite things that I knew, nothing could change that. Though we did not meet too often and he was always reserved at best when he was with us, I could never think ill of him. I fancied the idea that I was in love with him.

Mr. Collin's, a man who my mother often invited over to pass the time with, told me about his cousin Elizabeth. The woman who had rejected his marriage proposal was coming to visit him and his wife. I thought nothing of it. I had heard rumors about how handsome the Bennet women were claimed to be and the rumor was obviously correct. When Miss Bennet entered the room it was obvious that she was quite handsome, though not the most handsome woman I have seen. I didn't talk to her much at all, I saw no need to and kept to myself. Though my mother went through pains to get to know her just to settle her curiosity and have something to gossip about later. From the little I heard from their conservation, Miss Bennet seemed able to out due even my mother, and that was something unheard of from another woman. Besides that though, I had little interest in her and didn't start to pay attention to her until Mr. Darcy came.

A week or two after Miss Bennet and Mrs. Collin's sister Maria settled down here, Mr. Darcy arrived with my other cousin colonel Fitzwilliam, a respectable man who is very amiable in my opinion. The proper greetings were made and they soon left to their rooms to unpack. My mother seemed to be in the highest spirits since their arrival, planning and scheming on how to interrogate them. I myself was also in great spirits, for I got time to spend with my precious Mr. Darcy. Nothing could have been better for me.

My mother invited the Collins and their guests over again. It soon became apparent that Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet were previous acquaintances from when Mr. Darcy stayed in Netherfield. It seemed not to be the best acquaintanceship, for the cold civility they held towards each other was surprising. They also seemed to bicker a lot. None of that seemed wrong to me though. I could see nothing wrong with a little animosity between them. The more girls he hated the better it was for me, not that I wasn't sure of my position, it was just reassuring. The fact that Miss Bennet seemed to be slightly inclined towards my other cousin colonel Fitzwilliam was just a bonus.

To me, I honestly thought I had nothing to worry about at that point in time. The only thing that bothered me was how constantly Mr. Darcy looked at Miss Bennet. He never paid woman attention so far, going as far as to snub them to get them to leave him alone. He paid more attention to Miss Bennet than I have ever seen him pay attention to other woman. But from the way he looked at her I saw no reason to suspect danger. He only ever appeared to be sizing her up, he never looked at her with admiration or respect, or at least not that I saw. My judgment though may have been a little biased. I honestly could not imagine Mr. Darcy with another woman besides myself, he was my intended after all. My future husband.

Mr. Darcy hardly ever went outside the estate without being forced to by the present company. But I was surprised because he was voluntarily leaving the estate on his own without an entourage, claiming he was going on walks around the property. Though I was a little surprised, I suspected that from the time he last visited he had inquired a love of solitary walks, so I never bothered him by asking to be included. When he came back from those walks, he always seemed to be in better spirits, if only marginally. I was sincerely happy that he was enjoying his stay here.

My mother invited the Collins and guests to dine with us again as she does every so often. When they arrived it was immediately apparent that they were missing one of their guests. My mother, not known for her patience, quickly pounced on them like a lion into its prey and demanded to know what had detained Miss Bennet. It was Mrs. Collin that replied, saying that Miss Bennet was feeling ill and was not fit to come here and sends her deepest apologies and regrets. He went on and on with his apologies for over an hour, and he would have kept going to if his wife didn't distract him. My mother was not quite pleased with the answer, mumbling something along the lines of should have come still and only the biggest emergency could excuse her. But even through her displeasure she let it go seeing there was nothing she could do about it. She would be sure to make her displeasure known the next time Miss. Bennet came into her presence.

I noticed the shift in Mr. Darcy's demeanor almost right away; he seemed a little bit worried. But I am the only one who noticed and it was so slight a change in his facial features that I had doubted I really saw it. Mr. Darcy soon excused himself claiming he had some business to attend to. My mother was a bit muffled about the suddenness of the quick trip but relented anyway. At the time I believed his words to be true and actually believed he really had business to take care of that led him to town for a short while. I had assumed it was last minute business that he had to take care of before he left our house in a few days. It wouldn't have been the first time business had caught him suddenly and he had been forced to attend to it immediately.

He came back not too long a time later, quicker than I had presumed it would take him to finish business, and he was absolutely livid. I have never seen him so mad even as he tried to collect himself. He tried to stay for a few minutes in our company like my mother demanded, but he quickly left with haste saying his goodnight to us and our guests. My mother made some snide comments trying to guess what left him in such a mood.

I sat in my room late at night when everyone else was asleep mulling over what had transpired earlier on in the evening. I had concluded nothing more than a business dealing gone bad not knowing what else it could have been. I was still fully dressed and in the restless state I was in I sought refuge in the library. I wasn't really a big fan of books but it sounded appealing at the time and it would keep my mind occupied for a while. I went to the library and I opened the doors quietly not wanting to make any noise and wake up anyone that was sleeping. I was about to walk in when I spotted a candle light in the opposite side of the library.

I took a closer look and discovered with some shock, though I shouldn't have been considering the book lover he is, it was Mr. Darcy. On further investigation I found him to be writing something. Whatever he was writing must have been very important considering all the emotion I saw him put into it. His range of emotions was extensive and I couldn't quite distinguish what emotions passed on him face. I assumed from the sheer amount of emotions that he put into that letter that he was writing a letter to his sister Georgiana on what had transpired when he went out to town earlier. Feeling I was intruding on a private moment I quickly left, quietly so he did not know I had been there. I retired back to my room after that.

The next day Mr. Darcy had seemed to calm down, I noted with relief. He left again without telling anyone and went on a walk. This time colonel Fitzwilliam also left the house shortly after him; I assumed he went to meet up with him. I found out later that was not the case; they both went to Mr. Collins estate. I found out when they came back later, Mr. Darcy came first and Fitzwilliam came later. It seemed they wanted to say goodbye to Miss Bennet before they took their leave the next day. It seemed Miss Bennet took an extra-long walk that day, and from what I have heard she is quite the walker, and was not there to say goodbye. The rest of the day was quiet and the next day, after a sorrowful goodbye, they left.

My mother was awfully lonely after they left and eagerly invited the Collin's and guests over to fill the void. She received them with all the vigor she had been lacking since her nephews had left. I noted that Miss Bennet seemed slightly ill at ease in our company and was looking around as if someone would suddenly start accusing her of something. I barely took notice of it as I was not really paying attention to her and she was good at hiding it, keeping her composure as was necessary of a girl. I highly doubt anyone else saw it and I thought nothing more of it. In a couple more weeks, Mrs. Collin's sister and Miss Bennet were gone.

Things returned back to normal after that. The Collin's kept coming over the invitation of my mother. My mother kept talking about our wedding cementing it even further into my head that it was a definite thing that it was going to happen, that his heart belonged to me and only to me. I would get my happily ever after with the man I have loved all my life. There was nothing more than that for me. That was my world. What occurred a couple months later I would always blame my mother for.

I was in town with my mother when the rumors started. We were shopping, looking for more gowns even though I already had more than enough. We heard some of the town's women whispering to themselves. My mother being the notorious gossip that she is, decided it was her right to go over to them and demand they tell her what they were whispering about. They told us out of total fright, not that I could blame them, it is very rare you meet a woman as overbearing as my mother.

They hesitantly told us the news had to do with our relation Mr. Darcy. After my mother heard this it was like someone put her on a war path and she refused to leave until they told her on what the rumors said about him. Again they were hesitant to release the information to us but were too intimidated to hold it back. The ladies told us there have been rumors on Mr. Darcy's status as a single man, saying he was engaged. My mother just looked at them as if to say that's it and replied that he being engaged was nothing new, he and my daughter have been engaged since she was born. I have been saying this since her birth. This time they looked positively frightened and informed her it was not her daughter that he is rumored to be engaged to.

I was too shocked to do much more than stand there in shock, denying everything they said. It couldn't be true, it couldn't possibly be true. My mother had no such problem and flew into a violent rage and started pointing her finger demanding to know where they heard such a ridiculous, false notion, and who the girl he was allegedly engaged to was. The women were trembling now; never have they been exposed to such rage. They quickly replied that they had heard this around the town and the lady was Miss Elizabeth Bennet. After they squealed that out they ran off as if their life depended on it, which was probably the safest and smartest move they could have made at the moment. If I hadn't been in such an emotional turmoil at the moment I probably would have questioned my mother's stability at the moment and would have run away as far as I could with my bad health.

My mother and I quickly escaped from town back into the comforts of our home. I quickly left for my room to get some peace and quiet away from the screeching harpy that was my mother at the moment. When I got to the room I collapsed onto my bed no longer able to hold myself up. This news had shaken up the tight security I have always had. This couldn't be, Mr. Darcy and I are engaged, we have been ever since I was born. It is a universal truth, the only thing I have ever been certain of in my entire life. He couldn't be engaged to her because he is engaged to me, and he can't be engaged to two women at the same time. I comforted myself with those thought and the fact that those were just rumors told by bored townsfolk who have nothing better in their life to do. From what I cared to recall from Miss Bennets visit, she and Mr. Darcy didn't seem to hold any regard for each other, and where civil at best. It would be much more believable if the rumors said she was engaged to my other cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam. He seemed quite taken with her despite her lack of money, and she seemed to also share the feeling. It was impossible for Mr. Darcy to be engaged to her, he is mine, it has been that way since my birth. That is my truth, my rock, my constant, my world.

My mother left the next day telling me she was going to confront Miss Bennet. Even though, she adamantly assured me, that it was not true, she was going to see if Miss Bennet had any hand in the rumors and to remind her of her place. I felt an emotion akin to pity for a second, because to be assaulted with my mother's temper was something I wouldn't wish on anyone, but that emotion passed quickly. If she did indeed start those demeaning rumors she deserved it. My mother added before she got into her carriage that she was also going to talk to Mr. Darcy about this matter.

I waited patiently for my mother to come back anxious for her to bring news on this dreadful misunderstanding. When my mother finally came back she was in the foulest mood, and was as mad as when she found out about the news maybe even more so. I started to feel something was wrong so I practically begged my mother to confine in me on what she had heard. She replied sourly though with a hint of relief that the rumors were false and they were in no ways engaged, not that it was possible with him already being engaged to you. If that was so, then why was she in such a foul mood? When I asked her about it , her eyes were set ablaze and she pursed her lips as if she was holding herself back from saying a lot of unladylike things, but she only replied that Miss Bennet would never be welcomed back into this estate again. With that being said she left in a hurry going up to her room probably to rant in private. I guess Miss Bennet said or did something to displease her.

I was relieved beyond reasonable belief. Not that I actually really gave any credit to the veracity of the rumor, but it was reassuring never the less. My world was still stable and nothing could change that. Mr. Darcy was mine. Everything is just like it has been since my birth and for the next couple of weeks; everything was perfect as it should have been.

It was about a month later that I got the news. One of my mother's friends offered my mother her congratulations. My mother was confused and asked for what does she give her congratulations for. The woman replied not to joke with her; you know perfectly what I am talking about. My mother impatiently said that she didn't. The woman was surprised for a second but quickly replied, on the marriage of your nephew Mr. Darcy to Miss Bennet, or should she say Mrs. Darcy. Surely you knew about it. I didn't, came from my mother's now enraged figure. The lady soon left after seeing my mother almost literally burst into flames of anger. When she was gone, the most unladylike words left her mouth. I feared her health would decline from all the stress. But all those thoughts quickly left my head as the words finally sunk in.

That woman had said Mr. Darcy was married, and not to me. How can that be? No that can't be, it is impossible. He is mine, he has been since my birth, and nothing could change that. That woman has to be lying, she has to be. That women is evil, she had to be to tell such a dreadful, horrible, wicked lie. What's more, how can two people who so blatantly hate each other be married? Also, my mother explicitly went to both of them when there were rumors of the alleged engagement and got both of their words that they were not engaged. My mother wouldn't have come back home unless they weren't. Again, not that it was possible with him being engaged to me.

I looked at my hysterical mother, who was still screaming out for the entire world to hear, and wondered why she was taking this seriously. Didn't she have any common sense? Why would she believe that woman? It was blatantly obvious that she was lying. How could she fall for such a lie? I thought my mother was smarter than that; she is the one who has been telling me since before I can even remember that I was engaged to him.

It wasn't until I realized that my mother hasn't stopped being angry that panic and doubt started to set in. What if the woman wasn't lying? What if she is telling the truth? What if my mother was right to be angry? What if they really are married? A whole bunch of what if's ran through my mind at that moment, filling my head, making me almost dizzy from the sheer amount of thoughts running through my head.

That is when my world fell apart. My truth is gone. I no longer have stability. Mr. Darcy is no longer mine; he is… that woman's, that despicable wench, stealing Mr. Darcy away from me knowing fully well he belonged to me. How could she? How could he? How could Mr. Darcy betray me like that? I thought my mother clarified that there was no engagement between the two of them. So what happened?

My world no longer spins around. Everything is destroyed. There is no truth. There is no stability. My world has fell apart, destroyed in the cruelest kind of way, not to be put together again for a long time.

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