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Mr. Darcy stormed into the Pemberley estate. "Elizabeth!" He yelled, his face practically red with rage as he burst into the library, knowing this was the most likely place she would be. And sure enough, there she was.

Elizabeth had stood up just before Darcy burst into the library. "What is it?!" She asked, clearly concerned about what may have gone so wrong to make Darcy yell in such a way.

Two more years had gone by since Elizabeth had disowned her sister. And to be honest, Elizabeth had nearly forgotten she had a sister named Lydia. Or at least, she might have if her mother did not constantly bring it up in letters or when meeting Elizabeth.

"The man, is an absolute rat." Darcy stated coldly as he tossed a book down onto the table in front of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth frowned and lifted up the book. "Memoirs of 'Wickham The Wicked' Is that the name the papers used when he was arrested those years ago? This is absurd!" Elizabeth asked. The book was a dark green, and on the cover was a portrait of Wickham, seeming to be pondering something, with her sister Lydia Wickham at his shoulder.

"Open it, read some of it, go on" Darcy grumbled.

Elizabeth opened up the book, and began to read. "I loved her, or at least, I thought I did. Perhaps I should be glad..." Elizabeth stopped as she continued to read. Elizabeth could barely comprehend what she was reading.

Wickham had constructed a book of lies. Or at least that is what Elizabeth would call them. The stories in it, however, were all true it seemed to some extent. However they were all twisted. Twisted to paint Wickham as a generous, and kind prince, who was being wronged by all in the world.

In the front, it claimed that the all the names were changed to 'protect the identities' of all those that were involved with his undoing.

Unfortunately, everyone that knew George Wickham, or even the Darcy family, would know exactly who most of the characters in the book were.

"He is truly dedicated to destroying the happiness of all those around him" Eizabeth stated after a long moment of silence between she and Darcy.

"Do not joke, This has become a best seller the book keeper said! I was Fortunate enough to get the last copy!" Darcy exclaimed. "Anyone who knows either George or myself will know who these characters are, by lunch tomorrow all of England will reject us, The Darcy reputation is ruined Elizabeth! Not to mention that half of his 'tragic stories' are complete lies!" He yelled. His father had spent years of his life trying to clean up their good family name after Darcy's grandfather nearly lost them everything from drinking and gambling. And now the damage of this could very well become irreparable.

Elizabeth looked back at the cover of the book she held between her hands. She was tempted to throw it to the fire, but if she did that, it would not destroy the real snake. Only his picture.

"What can we do?" Elizabeth asked. She knew Darcy has cleared his name before, but this was much bigger. This book was being spread everywhere, and gossip traveled fast.

"I don't know" Darcy stated as he slumped down in a chair, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in exasperation.

...

"Wickham! Isn't it great?!" Lydia asked excitedly as she ran up to her husband, holding their two year old daughter Ceicilia. "They are paying for what they've done to us!" Lydia asked. "And we have more money then we could ever spend!"

Wickham only walked past her. Ever since a year ago when Wickham began to publish his memoirs, he seemed to have been thinking. Well, That is what Lydia thought.

She thought he was thinking about what to do with all their money, or was planning out their happy future, little did she know of Wickham's very different thoughts.

Lydia frowned as Wickham ignored her. She looked over at Captain Denny, who was once again staying with the couple, now peeking his head out of the parlor doorway. Denny often stayed with them, not that Lydia minded, well, not anymore at least.

At first, Denny's presence annoyed Lydia, as she felt that she and Wickham should have time to themselves. Especially after Wickham had begun to take more of an interest in her when she had Cecilia, but as soon as his attention came to her, it seemed to have gone.

Wickham would leave again, as he had used to go, going out all night, and most of the day, leaving Lydia alone with the servants and baby. And when he was home, he would be asleep, or passed out from being so drunk.

Denny then began to come more and more often, only, he wouldn't spend much time with Wickham. When Wickham left, Denny would leave with him in the beginning, but then gradually began to stay back in Oakridge with Lydia and Cecilia.

Lydia had remembered back before she had ever met Wickham. When Denny was stationed in Hertfordshire, and Lydia would often see him in town, as well as at dances. She would dance with Denny often, but other then that they never really spoke.

Now, however, as George disappeared more and more, Denny and she would seek company in each other more often then not. He would even help with Cecilia when she cried (Something George never had done, though Lydia never had either) and walk with Lydia and Cecilia around the estate grounds. He was quiet pleasant to be around.

Lydia looked at Denny, who looked back at her. Wickham's behavior was expected by now, or at least Denny had expected it. Lydia handed Cecilia off to Denny then followed Wickham to his office, only to have the door slammed in her face.

Lydia looked down the hall at Denny and then back at the door, then once again at Denny.

"I-I'm sure he's just a bit tired" Lydia tried to say as she made her way past Denny and into the parlor silentely.