A Second Chance for Happiness
Chapter 1
DC: I do not own Sailor Moon!!!
Author's Notes: Hi! It's me again! I'm going to try to make this chapter at least 5 pages or more or at least it will go on until I feel it should stop. Well how did you like the prologue? Well the computer is still in the living room but I'm working on it. If you are someone who has their computer in their bedroom then pray for me ok! For all you Mistress of The Dark Fans, The story will continue ok, I felt I should start on this one first. Well Here goes Chapter One!
Serena Quinley checked her reflection in the mirror one more time before grabbing her keys to her silver Kia Sportage. She didn't know how she was going to keep her apartment with her inheritance gone down the drain. She had to be married by the time she was 27 for her inheritance to be hers and she was 26 now. She had 7 months to get married and she had high hopes for Andrew but that just didn't work out. Strange how long they were together, 2 years, and she didn't shed a tear at his departure. She guessed that they never really were in love; they just lusted at each other. Sure it stung a little to see his face again or to see another woman on his arm, but that was life, what could you do? "You win some you lose some," she said to herself as she was pulling on to Cecilia Avenue. When she came upon the right address she was amazed at the sight! It was a MANSION!!! Three stories, gazebo, a lake with boats and ducks, there was a flower garden, vegetable garden, and a rose garden. The house looked real 19th century in a way. It was white with burgundy shutters. Why anyone would want to sell it was beyond her. She noticed a nice little plump lady walking towards her. Serena was wearing a purple overshirt with gray Capri's. Her hair was rolled into a bun at the top of her head with a few tendrils hanging loose around her forehead. Jaclyn Deveau was wearing an ocean blue skirt with matching jacket. She had on a pink shirt underneath.
Serena: Mrs. Deveau?
Jaclyn: Please call me Jaclyn.
Serena: Jaclyn
Jaclyn: I'm sorry but Mr. Shields couldn't make it today but I assure you he is with us 100 percent.
They start walking towards the house
Serena: Why would you ever want to sell this house?
Jaclyn: It's just to big for me since my husband passed away
Serena: You look so young
Jaclyn: I'm 36, 10 years older than you
Serena: Why did you want me to sell your house?
Jaclyn: I checked your background. You have an unusual family tree. It dates back all the way from the 1800's. You are a very prominent businesswoman and that is what I need to sell my house.
Serena: Prominent aye, some businesswoman I was, I lost my company.
Jaclyn: Only because you didn't marry that Andrew fellow, why I myself think that that wasn't your fault. You should marry for love, not lust. Maybe you can buy your company back?
Serena: Ha! When pigs fly! Darien Shields is never going to let my-his company go once he gets his grabby hands on it.
Jaclyn: You never know. He doesn't strike me as the type of man to publish romance novels.
Serena: Even if he did sell, he'd never sell it back to me. What are the circumstances and profit statures?
Jaclyn: Why wouldn't he?
Serena: Huh?
Jaclyn: Why wouldn't he ever sell it back to you?
Serena: I once knew him when we were younger. But then I left with Andrew.
Jaclyn: So you hurt him?
Serena: Are you saying I broke his heart?
Jaclyn: Not in so many words.
Serena: We were just friends and besides, he bullied me.
Jaclyn: Maybe he is like he is today because you left?
Serena: Like what?
Jaclyn: Having a different girl every two weeks. Maybe he's trying to find you in those girls?
Serena: I thought I came here to talk business, not about my love life!
Jaclyn: I see that subject makes you uncomfortable, well talk about something else. This house will sell for 2 million dollars and you will get half of it if it does sell.
Serena: The circumstances?
Jaclyn: You have to live in this house until it is sold.
Serena: That sounds reasonable; who and what does this Mr. Shields have to do with this house? Is he your lover or something?
Jaclyn: No, he is just a friend helping me to sell this place.
Serena: What do you get from this place?
Jaclyn: Something much better than money. I'll get to see my son happy.
Serena: His happiness is worth 2 million dollars? How old is he?
Jaclyn: I had him when I was 16 so he is 20. His happiness is all that matters.
Serena: Is Mr. Shields your son?
Jaclyn: How... Oh No, Mr. Shields is 30.
Serena: Oh, Where do I sign?
Darien pulled his black mustang into the driveway. He was hoping to meet this Ms. Quinley before Mrs. Deveau but he saw no cars. He did see a plump woman with an ocean blue skirt suit with a pink blouse walking towards him.
Jaclyn: Mr. Shields?
Darien: Yes
Jaclyn: I'm Jaclyn Deveau
Darien: Why do you want me to sell your house?
Jaclyn: We'll discuss it over tea come along now.
Darien: Wh-
Jaclyn: I'm sorry to inform you that Ms. Quinley wasn't able to make it at 3 but she assured me that the she is with us 100 percent
Darien: Is she pretty?
Jaclyn: Didn't I read in the papers that you were seeing Vanessa Roberts?
Darien: That's over
Jaclyn: Well if you insist. She's quite a lovely young lady. She is about 27 with blond hair and blue eyes.
Darien: Sounds like someone I know
Jaclyn: Really?
Darien: But she is 26
Jaclyn: You have feelings for this girl?
Darien: Where would you get an idea like that?
Jaclyn: Your tone of voice. It almost sounds as if you wished they were the same girl. What's her name?
Darien: Serena and she is a bitch
Jaclyn: Why do you say that?
Darien: The way she acts
Jaclyn: Serena Quinley? Didn't she lose her company?
Darien: Yeah. She didn't meet her inheritance qualifications and all the money in the company was lost and it went bankrupt. I did her a favor by buying it and I wish she published different books.
Jaclyn: More manly books?
Darien: Yeah
Jaclyn: Well here we are. Welcome to IvyCrest Manor.
Darien: IvyCrest? What an unusual name.
Jaclyn: My great-great-great-great-great grandmother Ivy commissioned it. Her family name was Crest. IvyCrest Manor
Darien: So how do I get this money?
Jaclyn: You have to sell this house
Darien: But it's been in your family so long, why would you want to sell it?
Jaclyn: Do you have any children Darien?
Darien: no
Jaclyn: I have a son who is 20 and I would do anything for his happiness.
Darien: And selling this house would make him happy?
Jaclyn: In a way, selling this house will commit to his happiness after time. I can't really go into it right now. Well to get the money, you have to live in this house until it is sold. To make buyer's see that it has been lived in. You know keep it nice and straight but give it a homey touch.
Darien: Sounds like a good deal and I have a nose for a good deal. Where do I sign?
Jaclyn: Here is the paper work. You must move in Friday.
Darien: I better start packing shouldn't I?
Serena unlocked the front door to the mansion and tugged her luggage into the house. Mrs. Deveau said she could have any room she liked and Serena had already found it. It was a huge one in the west wing and she had a walk ahead of her so she had better start moving. She had reached the room and it was adorned with white and blue velvet and white lace. Obviously this was a woman's room or a couple's room. It could be that either way. Maybe many generations of happy couples shared this room. She opened her suitcase to begin to unpack when she heard a door shut. Someone was here. She looked out the window and saw a black mustang. It could be Mrs. Deveau because she didn't know what kind of car she drove. In case it was her, she should go downstairs to greet her. She pulled back suddenly to see a man with jet-black hair who was the same man who had stolen her company. Suddenly everything fit in the puzzle. Mrs. Deveau never said Mr. Shields' first name and he had never shown up yesterday because she would have refused the offer. Mr. Shields was Darien Shields.
Serena: What are you doing here?
Darien pulled into the driveway still disappointed that he never met Ms. Quinley but there was always tomorrow. He picked up his duffel bag and suit bag and headed towards the house. He had picked out a bedroom with green velvet and blue silk. It was in the east wing. He opened the door; surprised it was unlocked, and walked inside. He was just about to head upstairs when a voice startled him from the very top.
Serena: What are you doing here?
Darien: You're Ms. Quinley
Serena: I am very aware of that Darien but how do you know Mrs. Deveau?
Darien: I was going to ask you the same
Serena: Jaclyn asked for my help in selling this house. I am living here until it is sold so I suggest-
Darien: Jaclyn asked for MY help in selling this house. I am to live HERE until it is sold.
Serena: But-
Darien: Maybe you should leave
Serena: I will not! I signed a contract that says I will stay right here! Why don't YOU leave!
Darien: But I signed a contract as well. I have it right here.
Darien pulls out the paper and was about to shove it at her when he noticed another page he hadn't noticed before.
Darien: What's this?
Serena: What's what?
Darien's face started to turn paler as his eyes went down the page.
Darien: I don't believe this!
Serena: Believe what! What is on that paper? ! ?
Darien: More circumstances that Mrs. Deveau neglected to tell us. Here you read it.
Serena begins to read it out loud.
Serena: "Article II: Mr. Shields and Ms. Quinley are to reside at IvyCrest Manor until the house is sold. Mr. Shields and Ms. Quinley are to reside at IvyCrest Manor as husband and wife and shall share the same quarters. Mr. Shields and Ms. Quinley will keep up IvyCrest Manor and shall make it look as if a loving couple has lived there. Ms. Quinley shall become Mrs. Shields for the time being or Mrs. Quinley who has decided to keep her last name. Any disobediences of this contract will result in no profit." But she seemed so honest and trustworthy! I can't believe I'm stuck here with you! I don't know if this is worth a million dollars.
Darien: The contract is unbreakable.
Serena: Then I suggest we sell this house soon.
Darien: What about the room we have to share.
Serena: Ok, we can find another room and make it our acting room. If anyone ever comes by, we'll act like we share that bedroom. That is where we shall keep our clothes and the rooms we sleep in otherwise will be as if no one has been in them.
Darien: It's late, we can discuss this more tomorrow.
Serena: You're right. Goodnight Darien
Darien: Why wouldn't you want to be stuck here with me?
Serena: You bought my company right out from under me.
Darien: I saw it as doing you a favor
Serena: Some favor
Serena walks back up the stairs as Darien calls out
Darien: Goodnight Serena
Serena doesn't answer, she just keeps on walking
The next morning Serena wakes up to find her surroundings different. She is not in the bedroom she fell asleep in and her nightgown is different. On her dresser are black and white photographs in antique frames. She picks one up and is surprised to see herself and Darien on their WEDDING DAY!!! There was a date on the bottom of the photograph.
Serena: 1587! We've traveled back in time 414 years!!! Darien!!!! She looks in the closet only to find clothes that aren't hers. In haste she grabs a blue skirt, black corset, and a sea green blouse (outcome looks like Ariel's dress in "The Little Mermaid") and tries to put them on correctly. She is surprised they fit her to the "T" and she slides on a pair of black flat-heeled shoes. She runs a brush through her hair and is about to run out the room when her curiosity gets the best of her. She walks over to the other closet and opens it to find men's clothes. She looks at other photographs. Pictures of her and Darien and people she didn't recognize. She felt something on her finger and looked down to see a wedding ring. She had to find Darien!
Author's Notes: Ok so it isn't exactly 5 pages but it was almost there. So how do you like it so far? Still no computer in my room but it's getting there. Well I'm gonna finish Mistress of the Dark and this Story before the year is out (hopefully!) Well how can I continue to work on it if I'm still typing this chapter? Bad, Bad hand! Well I'm going to let you go. Check out my other stories please!
Email: butterflysilver23@hotmail.com
Much Luv,
SilverSerenity
Chapter 1
DC: I do not own Sailor Moon!!!
Author's Notes: Hi! It's me again! I'm going to try to make this chapter at least 5 pages or more or at least it will go on until I feel it should stop. Well how did you like the prologue? Well the computer is still in the living room but I'm working on it. If you are someone who has their computer in their bedroom then pray for me ok! For all you Mistress of The Dark Fans, The story will continue ok, I felt I should start on this one first. Well Here goes Chapter One!
Serena Quinley checked her reflection in the mirror one more time before grabbing her keys to her silver Kia Sportage. She didn't know how she was going to keep her apartment with her inheritance gone down the drain. She had to be married by the time she was 27 for her inheritance to be hers and she was 26 now. She had 7 months to get married and she had high hopes for Andrew but that just didn't work out. Strange how long they were together, 2 years, and she didn't shed a tear at his departure. She guessed that they never really were in love; they just lusted at each other. Sure it stung a little to see his face again or to see another woman on his arm, but that was life, what could you do? "You win some you lose some," she said to herself as she was pulling on to Cecilia Avenue. When she came upon the right address she was amazed at the sight! It was a MANSION!!! Three stories, gazebo, a lake with boats and ducks, there was a flower garden, vegetable garden, and a rose garden. The house looked real 19th century in a way. It was white with burgundy shutters. Why anyone would want to sell it was beyond her. She noticed a nice little plump lady walking towards her. Serena was wearing a purple overshirt with gray Capri's. Her hair was rolled into a bun at the top of her head with a few tendrils hanging loose around her forehead. Jaclyn Deveau was wearing an ocean blue skirt with matching jacket. She had on a pink shirt underneath.
Serena: Mrs. Deveau?
Jaclyn: Please call me Jaclyn.
Serena: Jaclyn
Jaclyn: I'm sorry but Mr. Shields couldn't make it today but I assure you he is with us 100 percent.
They start walking towards the house
Serena: Why would you ever want to sell this house?
Jaclyn: It's just to big for me since my husband passed away
Serena: You look so young
Jaclyn: I'm 36, 10 years older than you
Serena: Why did you want me to sell your house?
Jaclyn: I checked your background. You have an unusual family tree. It dates back all the way from the 1800's. You are a very prominent businesswoman and that is what I need to sell my house.
Serena: Prominent aye, some businesswoman I was, I lost my company.
Jaclyn: Only because you didn't marry that Andrew fellow, why I myself think that that wasn't your fault. You should marry for love, not lust. Maybe you can buy your company back?
Serena: Ha! When pigs fly! Darien Shields is never going to let my-his company go once he gets his grabby hands on it.
Jaclyn: You never know. He doesn't strike me as the type of man to publish romance novels.
Serena: Even if he did sell, he'd never sell it back to me. What are the circumstances and profit statures?
Jaclyn: Why wouldn't he?
Serena: Huh?
Jaclyn: Why wouldn't he ever sell it back to you?
Serena: I once knew him when we were younger. But then I left with Andrew.
Jaclyn: So you hurt him?
Serena: Are you saying I broke his heart?
Jaclyn: Not in so many words.
Serena: We were just friends and besides, he bullied me.
Jaclyn: Maybe he is like he is today because you left?
Serena: Like what?
Jaclyn: Having a different girl every two weeks. Maybe he's trying to find you in those girls?
Serena: I thought I came here to talk business, not about my love life!
Jaclyn: I see that subject makes you uncomfortable, well talk about something else. This house will sell for 2 million dollars and you will get half of it if it does sell.
Serena: The circumstances?
Jaclyn: You have to live in this house until it is sold.
Serena: That sounds reasonable; who and what does this Mr. Shields have to do with this house? Is he your lover or something?
Jaclyn: No, he is just a friend helping me to sell this place.
Serena: What do you get from this place?
Jaclyn: Something much better than money. I'll get to see my son happy.
Serena: His happiness is worth 2 million dollars? How old is he?
Jaclyn: I had him when I was 16 so he is 20. His happiness is all that matters.
Serena: Is Mr. Shields your son?
Jaclyn: How... Oh No, Mr. Shields is 30.
Serena: Oh, Where do I sign?
Darien pulled his black mustang into the driveway. He was hoping to meet this Ms. Quinley before Mrs. Deveau but he saw no cars. He did see a plump woman with an ocean blue skirt suit with a pink blouse walking towards him.
Jaclyn: Mr. Shields?
Darien: Yes
Jaclyn: I'm Jaclyn Deveau
Darien: Why do you want me to sell your house?
Jaclyn: We'll discuss it over tea come along now.
Darien: Wh-
Jaclyn: I'm sorry to inform you that Ms. Quinley wasn't able to make it at 3 but she assured me that the she is with us 100 percent
Darien: Is she pretty?
Jaclyn: Didn't I read in the papers that you were seeing Vanessa Roberts?
Darien: That's over
Jaclyn: Well if you insist. She's quite a lovely young lady. She is about 27 with blond hair and blue eyes.
Darien: Sounds like someone I know
Jaclyn: Really?
Darien: But she is 26
Jaclyn: You have feelings for this girl?
Darien: Where would you get an idea like that?
Jaclyn: Your tone of voice. It almost sounds as if you wished they were the same girl. What's her name?
Darien: Serena and she is a bitch
Jaclyn: Why do you say that?
Darien: The way she acts
Jaclyn: Serena Quinley? Didn't she lose her company?
Darien: Yeah. She didn't meet her inheritance qualifications and all the money in the company was lost and it went bankrupt. I did her a favor by buying it and I wish she published different books.
Jaclyn: More manly books?
Darien: Yeah
Jaclyn: Well here we are. Welcome to IvyCrest Manor.
Darien: IvyCrest? What an unusual name.
Jaclyn: My great-great-great-great-great grandmother Ivy commissioned it. Her family name was Crest. IvyCrest Manor
Darien: So how do I get this money?
Jaclyn: You have to sell this house
Darien: But it's been in your family so long, why would you want to sell it?
Jaclyn: Do you have any children Darien?
Darien: no
Jaclyn: I have a son who is 20 and I would do anything for his happiness.
Darien: And selling this house would make him happy?
Jaclyn: In a way, selling this house will commit to his happiness after time. I can't really go into it right now. Well to get the money, you have to live in this house until it is sold. To make buyer's see that it has been lived in. You know keep it nice and straight but give it a homey touch.
Darien: Sounds like a good deal and I have a nose for a good deal. Where do I sign?
Jaclyn: Here is the paper work. You must move in Friday.
Darien: I better start packing shouldn't I?
Serena unlocked the front door to the mansion and tugged her luggage into the house. Mrs. Deveau said she could have any room she liked and Serena had already found it. It was a huge one in the west wing and she had a walk ahead of her so she had better start moving. She had reached the room and it was adorned with white and blue velvet and white lace. Obviously this was a woman's room or a couple's room. It could be that either way. Maybe many generations of happy couples shared this room. She opened her suitcase to begin to unpack when she heard a door shut. Someone was here. She looked out the window and saw a black mustang. It could be Mrs. Deveau because she didn't know what kind of car she drove. In case it was her, she should go downstairs to greet her. She pulled back suddenly to see a man with jet-black hair who was the same man who had stolen her company. Suddenly everything fit in the puzzle. Mrs. Deveau never said Mr. Shields' first name and he had never shown up yesterday because she would have refused the offer. Mr. Shields was Darien Shields.
Serena: What are you doing here?
Darien pulled into the driveway still disappointed that he never met Ms. Quinley but there was always tomorrow. He picked up his duffel bag and suit bag and headed towards the house. He had picked out a bedroom with green velvet and blue silk. It was in the east wing. He opened the door; surprised it was unlocked, and walked inside. He was just about to head upstairs when a voice startled him from the very top.
Serena: What are you doing here?
Darien: You're Ms. Quinley
Serena: I am very aware of that Darien but how do you know Mrs. Deveau?
Darien: I was going to ask you the same
Serena: Jaclyn asked for my help in selling this house. I am living here until it is sold so I suggest-
Darien: Jaclyn asked for MY help in selling this house. I am to live HERE until it is sold.
Serena: But-
Darien: Maybe you should leave
Serena: I will not! I signed a contract that says I will stay right here! Why don't YOU leave!
Darien: But I signed a contract as well. I have it right here.
Darien pulls out the paper and was about to shove it at her when he noticed another page he hadn't noticed before.
Darien: What's this?
Serena: What's what?
Darien's face started to turn paler as his eyes went down the page.
Darien: I don't believe this!
Serena: Believe what! What is on that paper? ! ?
Darien: More circumstances that Mrs. Deveau neglected to tell us. Here you read it.
Serena begins to read it out loud.
Serena: "Article II: Mr. Shields and Ms. Quinley are to reside at IvyCrest Manor until the house is sold. Mr. Shields and Ms. Quinley are to reside at IvyCrest Manor as husband and wife and shall share the same quarters. Mr. Shields and Ms. Quinley will keep up IvyCrest Manor and shall make it look as if a loving couple has lived there. Ms. Quinley shall become Mrs. Shields for the time being or Mrs. Quinley who has decided to keep her last name. Any disobediences of this contract will result in no profit." But she seemed so honest and trustworthy! I can't believe I'm stuck here with you! I don't know if this is worth a million dollars.
Darien: The contract is unbreakable.
Serena: Then I suggest we sell this house soon.
Darien: What about the room we have to share.
Serena: Ok, we can find another room and make it our acting room. If anyone ever comes by, we'll act like we share that bedroom. That is where we shall keep our clothes and the rooms we sleep in otherwise will be as if no one has been in them.
Darien: It's late, we can discuss this more tomorrow.
Serena: You're right. Goodnight Darien
Darien: Why wouldn't you want to be stuck here with me?
Serena: You bought my company right out from under me.
Darien: I saw it as doing you a favor
Serena: Some favor
Serena walks back up the stairs as Darien calls out
Darien: Goodnight Serena
Serena doesn't answer, she just keeps on walking
The next morning Serena wakes up to find her surroundings different. She is not in the bedroom she fell asleep in and her nightgown is different. On her dresser are black and white photographs in antique frames. She picks one up and is surprised to see herself and Darien on their WEDDING DAY!!! There was a date on the bottom of the photograph.
Serena: 1587! We've traveled back in time 414 years!!! Darien!!!! She looks in the closet only to find clothes that aren't hers. In haste she grabs a blue skirt, black corset, and a sea green blouse (outcome looks like Ariel's dress in "The Little Mermaid") and tries to put them on correctly. She is surprised they fit her to the "T" and she slides on a pair of black flat-heeled shoes. She runs a brush through her hair and is about to run out the room when her curiosity gets the best of her. She walks over to the other closet and opens it to find men's clothes. She looks at other photographs. Pictures of her and Darien and people she didn't recognize. She felt something on her finger and looked down to see a wedding ring. She had to find Darien!
Author's Notes: Ok so it isn't exactly 5 pages but it was almost there. So how do you like it so far? Still no computer in my room but it's getting there. Well I'm gonna finish Mistress of the Dark and this Story before the year is out (hopefully!) Well how can I continue to work on it if I'm still typing this chapter? Bad, Bad hand! Well I'm going to let you go. Check out my other stories please!
Email: butterflysilver23@hotmail.com
Much Luv,
SilverSerenity
