So this is sort of a filler chapter, where our Elizabeth gets to be a little bit devious. I love devious Elizabeth, we rarely get to see her. This is the day after Mr. Wickham makes his appearance.

I want to remind everyone, that I never said this was a pure regency story, it is a modern type romance in a regency setting. I get a review almost every chapter saying this wouldn't happen and that wouldn't happen. Bottom line is, I know, and I won't defend my story any further, this is a work of fiction, and I'm having fun, putting these characters into some wild situations. I understand that this isn't pure regency, and I said that my first chapter. This is all just a figment of my imagination. And of course Jane Austen's characters.

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Chapter 24

Elizabeth and Lady Abigail had been up all night, putting their minds together. The duchess could not help but think of how liberating revenge could be, especially when dealing with a person who could be considered a thorn in your side. And while, the plan they came up with was rather devious, they both thought Caroline deserved none less.

So it was at an early hour they were admitted into Bingley House, where they met with an astounded Charles Bingley. Whether he believed them or not, they did not know, but they knew that he was as fed up with his sister as they were.

Lady Abigail had caught wind yesterday, after taking sweets to the orphanage, as she did once a week, of Caroline Bingley's plan, and she could not help but be amused. How could a woman become so desperate?

So after, making sure her children were sound asleep, she made her way over to Bingley House, where they celebrated the news of a wedding, lamented poor Mr. Darcy, and his attentions from Caroline, and Elizabeth even told her of the wicked Mr. Wickham.

Lady Abigail had heard of Mr. Wickham before, knew of his debts, and the brilliant idea just came to her mind.

Charles Bingley wasn't so sure. As much as he wanted to let his sister go, he was not sure if he wanted her to be destitute. But if what they were saying was true, and why should it not be, considering Caroline's recent excursions. Bottom line was, Caroline did not listen to him. So he, along with Elizabeth and Lady Abigail, would be sure that she would not be able to bother his friend again.

Mr. Wickham arrived, shortly before eight, never was he one to disappoint a lady, and the agreement was made.

A home would be made his in London, as long as he stayed in the militia, limited his spending, and kept his mouth shut. Also, Caroline's dowry would be given in yearly sums. The Duchess would use her funds to cover his debts now. And they were to never speak on this again.

So when Caroline was ordered to her brother's study, she saw Wickham standing there, her face turned into a sneer, as she also noticed Elizabeth and Lady Abigail.

Charles spoke first. "Caroline, I am to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials." He began, and Caroline smiled triumphantly. Finally she would become Mrs. Darcy.

He went on. "I am told, by a servant, that you were caught in a most compromising position with Mr. Wickham here, and therefore, I must force you to marry. I will send for a parson this morning, and you will be wed today. I will not tolerate any of your excursions anymore. You are no longer my responsibility." He left the room, and Elizabeth followed. While Lady Abigail, stayed behind.

"I offer my most humble congratulations to you and of course you Mr. Wickham." She left the room with a smirk on her face, leaving behind a beaming Wickham, and a stunned Caroline Bingley.

Caroline Bingley was married to George Wickham in the presence of her brother, Lady Abigail, Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy, and an absolute ecstatic Lady Wooten, who was positively green she had not thought of the plan herself.

Mr. Darcy, who had been trying all morning to get the details out of Charles, who was mysteriously quiet, was quite in shock when he was asked to witness the ceremony. Elizabeth was relatively indifferent, and he knew that his clever fiancé had something to do with this impromptu wedding.

Sometimes, he wish he could be more clever. He thought with his mind, and was not very creative. Elizabeth was his opposite, which is why, he thought, she was so perfect for him. Where he ended she would pick up. Not only was she clever and creative, she was smart and witty, and able to light up even the darkest days. She was powerful, and humble.

Wickham did not stop smiling the whole ceremony, in his opinion, he had the better end of the deal. Caroline was resolute, though Elizabeth and Abigail new that she would try and come back at them. This time, though, they were ready. They shared secret smiles throughout the day. The deviousness of their actions bothered Elizabeth.

But only a little. Tomorrow would be a new day.

Back at Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet, was in raptures, for she had just received her husband's letter. She was ordering the servants and the girls to have their trunks packed. They were to leave immediately.

She had always liked Mr. Darcy, though he was not a duke or an earl, she had no doubt that he was as good as one. He was tall and riggidly handsome. And though she had never been to his beautiful estate in Derbyshire, she was already planning Christmas there. And think of the grandchildren. Not only would she have the duke's kin, but also Darcy's. She sighed. They were sure to be beautiful.

In her eyes, Elizabeth, who before was too tall, to thin, walked to much, stayed outside too often, was too tan, was now her pride and joy. She had done herself well, way better than her other daughters.

And while her Dear Charles would always be the most amiable of her sons, Darcy would be the handsomer, and the richer. She could barely hold in a swoon.

Jane was not surprised, in fact the only surprise was that it took so long, she knew her sister and Darcy's relationship was more advanced than her and Charles, she did not know HOW advanced. But the physicality of it, how he found ways to touch her when he thought no one was looking.

She sighed dreamily. She was happy that her sister had found another, when a month ago, she was determined to be alone forever.

Mr. Darcy led his young fiance out of Bingley House. "I know you had something to do with that, my love, and I am determined to find out how." The look of innocence on her face would have been hysterical, had he known what exactly was going on. For now he settled on letting her have her sport. His mind was much better focused on what was to happen in three days time. She would be his wife.

She would be Mrs. Darcy.