My property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, and new developments. Glorioux
Landslide
Dr. Bennet went to the door where Mr. Collins waited. "Good evening. This is not a good time; we are having a family celebration." Then he asked him to leave.
The hateful man reminded him he had a solicitor reviewing the case, but if Lizzie would talk to him, he would reconsider.
By the time they went into her room, Lizzie felt better.
"It is okay; something I ate," Lizzie told George, wanting to cry because she suspected what was wrong.
After a few minutes, the panic was over. However, when they returned to the drawing room, Lizzie looked troubled.
Dr. Bennet told Lizzie she had asked Mr. Collins to leave, telling him this wasn't a good time. The hateful man reminded him he had a solicitor reviewing the case, but if Lizzie would talk to him, he would reconsider.
When Lizzie came down, Lady Catherine kissed her cheeks and sat beside her. Her father stood and asked George and Lizzie to stand next to him. He called everyone's attention, "It is my pleasure to announce Lizzie's engagement to George. I must say I just found out; we are happy because we love George and welcome a son."
Lady Catherine stood up to kiss George and Lizzie. "I am very happy for both of you."
George added, "We will marry soon; we have known each other for almost two years. Lizzie is done with her studies, and neither wants a long engagement. We agreed we would be married in Pemberley so all the guests would have a room. As the director of the two resorts, my mother has already blocked the rooms."
William froze in place, realizing they had been seeing each other for nearly two years; no wonder George had dropped out of the social scene. Richard congratulated George, whispering, "Cousin, introduce me to her sisters, the blond one." Hmm, he was clever, anticipating William would want Jane as well.
Then he kissed Lizzie. How lucky George is, Richard thought, hoping he could get one of the sisters. Too bad Bartlett had not come; Richard wanted his brother to see Jane.
William finally woke up and went to hug George and then Elizabeth. He guessed Lizzie was the way her family called her. He wanted to scream, knowing he should have looked her up. He was in shock, so the rest of the evening was a blur. Richard flirted with Jane, and the younger ones talked to the Lucas twins. He wanted to go home, avoiding George, who kept trying to talk to him, calling him to join Lizzie and him, but Darcy ignored him.
Richard didn't stop talking about the sisters. "Had I stayed in Las Vegas, I would be married to Jane by now. No wonder their parents are exquisite. Yes, you would be an idiot to waste a chance to get one of those beauties."
Remembering
William agreed; he was one of those idiots. He wanted to be alone and scream. When he arrived home, he could now remember the night in Las Vegas. It was no wonder he did not want anyone else. The memories assaulted him. He could remember every detail.
Looking back, he had wanted to marry her because he remembered the feeling of happiness. They were married in a chapel next to the club. Afterward, they went to his hotel. He stayed in the penthouse with a private elevator, and they were kissing in the elevator. No, they kissed since the moment they married; in the elevator, they were practically shagging; their kisses were urgent, and both were in a haze of desire. This behavior was new for him.
He wanted her like he had never wanted anyone before, and as soon as they were in the room, they were undressing each other while kissing with a passion unknown to him. She was the one he had hoped for since long ago.
He was always controlled, not then. He moaned, licked her face, then went on his knees to lower her knickers and take them off. "Wait," she had said and pulled her dress off. He sat on his calves to kiss her belly while caressing her legs, her breasts, her bum, and touching her slick sex. He disliked too much closeness, yet he craved Lizzie. He traced her body with his lips, wanting to taste her with all his senses; this was a first for him. He always refrained from any unprotected contact, but not this night.
She was touching him simultaneously, her hands tracing his body. She wanted to kiss him, too; they were by the edge of the king-size bed. She straddled him, but he picked her up and lay her on the bed. He remembered her face looking at him.
"Darling, put your leg on my shoulder." He kept repeating, "My wife, Lizzie, are you, my wife? Tell me, tell me." He asked as he licked her sex and felt her climax in his mouth. He wanted to be inside her and forgot about protection.
He moved her other leg over his shoulders and pushed her up the bed; kneeling, he pressed inside her. "My wife, my Lizzie, so tight, so pretty, my Lizzie, my Lizzie." He kept repeating as he kissed her. "Tell me you like it; say you are my wife."
"Yes, it is good, good, I am your wife," Lizzie answered. Too bad neither saw one of her unseen rings glowing bright or the rope made of light going around both.
"Do you like it? My wife, my wife, my Mrs. Darcy," he repeated. Another first, he wasn't talkative at the best of times, much less when shagging, but he was also drunk with happiness.
He could imagine the feel of her sex clenching around his cock, just remembering he had to control his moaning. They had sex several times, and even now, just thinking of her, he could smell her, her skin, her body, her mouth, and her sex; she smelled like a spring field.
The next day, he stayed home, sick. He looked on the internet, and according to his findings, they were not married if they did not have a license. But he did not know all the facts. He wanted to talk to Lizzie and hoped they were married. Now, he understood his father; life would be meaningless without her.
Lizzie
When he looked at his hand and saw the ring, he was surprised he still had it. It had symbols, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get the ring off. The symbols were unusual, and I tried to take a picture, but the light reflected, and every picture was overexposed.
He had Dr. Bennet's phone and called, "May I talk to Lizzie?"
A young woman answered, "Let me see if she is here. Don't you have her number?"
"I lost it, sorry." He answered.
"Yes," he heard her voice. "Lizzie, sorry for calling, this is William Darcy."
She interrupted him. "You, why? Please don't call. Please leave me alone; I love George."
"I know, I know, I could see that. However, I have your ring. I think it's yours, and I cannot get it off. We need to talk. I think we do. If I'm not wrong, we have something we need to resolve. You must know what happened in Las Vegas, right?" He tried.
"Yes, well, let's see." Her voice faltered like she was crying. Could you meet me at the café?" She gave him a name but not an address. "Let's say in one or two hours? Whoever gets there first waits."
"May I have the address, please?" Darcy asked.
"It is in Meryton," Lizzie answered. "Look at Google Maps; you'll find the address and directions. There is parking nearby. I am sure you must have a chauffeur to drive you here. I'll see you there. Goodbye." She hung up as she was getting out of the house. She would go by Charlotte first; she dried her tears before leaving her room
He knew he looked like a wreck. He didn't even try to look better; he had not shaved, and his hair was messy. He hadn't slept at all the night before, and when George came all dreamy and grinning to talk to him, William barely could look at him.
"William, did you like her? I hope you did. She is beautiful, isn't she? Do you remember when we were little, I wished the two of us could marry the same woman so we could be friends forever? It was a good dream." He winked, "Why not think about it? Our parents were happy. You must know we are half-brothers. I saw your DNA."
William did not think so. He would check the DNA, but he saw his parents suffering over Wickham Sr. Besides, he thought it was nonsense.
George kept asking, "So, what did you think about her? Come on, tell me you don't like her. My father told me Darcy and Fitzwilliam have a gift. It sounds perfect for two reasons: one means double pleasure with the one they love, and the other is that we will be together. I want to ask her."
"I don't know what I want. We're all together." William was vague, though he was thinking if it were the only way; if it were, but no, not for him, or what? Though his father had mentioned something. What? He needed to go to the Pemberley library. What a mess. He told George he had a medical appointment.
Darcy wore a jacket and called his driver/bodyguard to wait outside. On his way out, he saw Georgiana, who wasn't with the lady responsible for her. The lady, also a trained bodyguard, was accountable and well-trained; they all had a bodyguard. Georgie was alone, standing beside a car with two men; they were not boys. One man looked familiar; Darcy had seen the man, he believed, at their company parking garage.
He would take care of Georgina later; he needed to ask Richard what had happened. No, he didn't like being kept in the dark.
The place where he was meeting her was a small coffee shop. He ordered a beer and waited. He saw her coming in with her glasses and a small cap. He guessed she was looking incognito.
She first said, "We shouldn't be meeting here. I am engaged to George, and I love him. You must never try to talk to me again. If you have remembered, you need to forget what happened. I guess you have; Mr. Hill had said you might."
"Who is Mr. Hill? Never mind. I want to know where the person I married is in Las Vegas. I had a wedding certificate and this," he showed her the ring, "but I cannot get it off. I didn't see it again until this morning. I thought the ring had gone down the drain until last night when I remember much of the night in Las Vegas. I have a question: did we get a license, and if so, why are you marrying George if you're married to me?" He asked, looking broken.
"I don't know if we got a license or not. I don't remember, but we never registered the marriage, so we don't even have to talk. We can destroy the papers, and it's all gone. I believe you don't know where we got married. I believe you will not remember, and I won't tell you. So, just leave me alone; that is more than arrogant of you, thinking I will tell you." She shook her head several times.
"I see; now I am certain we have a license. I will figure out when where we registered and where we got married, probably the same place. I'm not willing to break the marriage just like that. I'm not on to marriage and divorce. You need to know that Darcy doesn't divorce, never." He wouldn't let her go. He couldn't.
"Let's say there might be a license; I will ensure you cannot find it. Just let it go. Let me be happy." She looked very pale when she said, "One second," and ran to the bathroom. When she returned, she looked like death warmed over.
He was concerned, "Lizzie, please let me order you some tea. Perhaps it will make you feel better."
"No, I don't want any tea." She said. "What did you want from me? You said you need my help."
"I want you to tell me the truth, and I want you to help me take off this ring."He insisted.
"You said you cannot take it off?" Hearing about it made her feel sicker. "I am afraid I won't be able to help you. Oh my, I need to talk to my father. Please don't call me again. I will tell George because I love him."
"Please call me." He gave her his card. She took it and ran.
He felt ill, as if his life had taken a wrong turn. He remembered what his father said. He said Darcy fell in love but never out of love. His father confessed that he loved two people equally. He had loved them since he was a child, and he never stopped loving them. One was William's mother, and the other was a friend. When he asked him, "Is the friend James?"
His father answered, "Of course it is James. If you knew, what did you ask? We're not ashamed; we all love each other. You would be so lucky to find something like our love. But it turned out that James my love, loved Catherine more. My father had something like that with his brother; it has been so for a long time. Some said many our children had two fathers. Have your DNA tested. James and my DNA are in the files." But he had not checked his DNA and compare them, maybe he would.
Lizzie went to the lab to talk to her father, one of them. Two Dr. T. Bennet, one was Thomas, and the other Toby, how quaint.
"Dad, I need your advice," Lizzie wrung her hands.
She told him about William, Las Vegas, and that she was pregnant. Probably from William, she thought.
Her father grinned and chuckled, "You don't know?
She shook her head, "I think from William because I wasn't with George after I had my period."
"But darling, do you know for us doesn't mean much if you were pregnant by George. And it could also be from William or from both, like three of my daughters, and my brother and I are both your fathers; you know it is possible. You, we cannot tell. Could be either one or both, my special daughter. How far along are you; the idea of babies pleases me?" Her father asked.
"Charlie says i am about 12 weeks, so the father is either William or George's. Goodness how can I be in this mess? I think it's William's and I love George. I don't want this other man though I said I was very very attracted to him; maybe I still am, not maybe, I still am. I'm a bad person and then I was mad at George for the same, which was actually a lie. We think Collins sent someone to lie." Lizzie explained.
Her father joked with her, "How about not both? We would not care; I like William, he reminds me of my father, powerful, arrogant, loyal, gallant, and not always likable. Too bad he is not one of us. Handsome devils you have chosen. Smile, think of the possibilities, and talk to George."
"Father, please don't say that; George wouldn't understand it, and he would be mighty angry with me. It will be bad enough explaining about us. Besides there is another problem; please don't get mad. I gave William one of my rings. I know, before you say anything, we never ever ever give our rings to anyone, only to our partners and our children. The worst part is it cannot take it off. What does it mean?" Lizzie saw her father's face, he was upset.
"Why did you give the ring to a man that you don't love? Why did you do that? The ring makes your situation possible. You might have been pregnant with George's baby, and now you also carry William's baby; I believe you have two babies. Go to Charlotte and see her today. Two babies might be why you feel ill." Her father shook his head, looking concerned.
"Oh, no, what I am going to do?" Her voice was filled with anguish.
"You know with your ring you can marry anyone, forever. You understand what it means, and the implications. You gave him one of your rings, so you accepted him and married him that day, not by the marriage in Las Vegas, which means nothing. Now, I think he doesn't want to take it off, that is the reason it won't come off. Perhaps, if you can get it back from him maybe everything would be fine, but I have no idea." He exhaled. "It might be too late; maybe you have no choice. It is good you have more rings, you have the most. Maybe you should be careful and remember you will have children; you have two on the way. Don't cry, think." Lizzie's father held her while she cried.