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  A Rival for Mr. Darcy

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  Bestselling Author Lia Fairchild as

  Jayne Matthews

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  ISBN-10: 0-9864153-4-0

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9864153-4-0

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  A Rival for Mr. Darcy

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

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  A Rival for Mr. Darcy

  Elizabeth Bennet is finalizing her master’s degree in psychology, volunteering, and planning her wedding to the charming and sophisticated Mr. William Darcy. Granville Ackerman, handsome banker and past rival of her fiancé, instantly takes to Elizabeth and reveals a secret about Darcy that leaves Elizabeth questioning the foundation of their relationship. Will Darcy’s rival win Elizabeth over before they get to the altar?

  Chapter 1

  “For God’s sakes, Lizzy. You look every bit a miserable wallflower as poor Mary,” Mrs. Bennet said to her second born daughter, Elizabeth. She picked up her crystal wine glass and held it to her bronze-colored lips while fixing a glare on Elizabeth she’d almost become immune to. “Sitting there so solemnly. And at your sister’s wedding. What would Kitty say if she spotted you moping about?”

  Elizabeth snuck a peek at her phone for the hundredth time only to be disappointed once again. Then she glanced over her shoulder looking for Mary. She found her standing in the corner of the room near a large pillar, watching the guests on the dance floor as if they were an assembly of rats apt to scurry after her at any moment.

  “The least you could do is smile and pretend you are happy for Kitty. This is her day after all.”

  Elizabeth was in no mood to accept further nagging from her mother, so she placed a small grin in her view. “Of course, I am happy for her.” Her gaze passed around the spacious ballroom, the perimeter enclosing the party in ivory satin drapery. A dozen tables, adorned with soft pastel-colored flowers and ivory candles, housed the lively guests of Mr. Elijah Marshall and his new wife, Catharine. The newly-wed couple had been the handsomest she’d ever seen—even considering Jane’s much more elaborate and formal affair. Elijah donned a smart, charcoal gray tuxedo, and Catherine exuded grace and beauty in a cream-colored trumpet gown with a laced, sweetheart neckline. “It was a beautiful wedding.” She sighed, wistfully hoping her nuptials didn’t turn into such a grandiose occasion. She would have suggested elopement if it were not for the inevitable heart attack it would elicit in her mother.

  “Right, it was,” Mrs. Bennet said, puffing her chest out and straightening herself in the chair. Her daughter’s weddings were like the Oscars, and she had a hand in every victory.

  She set her glass down and leaned toward her daughter. “And so many eligible bachelors at the reception. We should be scanning for prospects for Mary.”

  Though she was the third sister born, Mary seemed destined to marry last, if at all. Watching her sisters become engaged and then marry, one by one, her staunch pride and fervent desire to experience surrendered to a more complacent, and oftentimes, bitter young woman of barely twenty-one. So apparent to Elizabeth that she not only felt sorry for her sister but was compelled to impede the destiny her mother pointed out too frequently for everyone’s nerves.

  “Mary will look for her own husband when she’s good and ready,” Elizabeth said with her downward brows aimed at her mother. But her homely sister’s bleak future wasn’t the only thing souring Elizabeth’s mood. Mr. William Darcy had been gone for several days back to his family home. And unfortunately for Elizabeth, her mother’s expression clearly acknowledged Elizabeth’s sentiments.

  “Let’s just hope your fiancé comes back...otherwise, Mary might have a shot at beating you to the altar.” A sloppy chuckle spilled out of her like a cough. “Wouldn’t that be mortifying?”

  “Of course he’s coming back.”

  “Well,” she huffed. “To miss such a momentous occasion and leave you so unattended is typical of Mr. Pompous—”

  “Mother! You know perfectly well he had to be away.”

  Mrs. Bennet smirked a reply.

  “His sister is ill. Would you have me drinking and delighting in music and dance whilst one of my beloved family members had taken ill?” As it was, the only thing that kept her mind from missing William was delving into her studies. Marrying a distinguished and wealthy gentleman would not deter her from getting her Masters in psychology. Her independence was just as important as being a wife at that moment in her life—at least that’s what she continued to remind herself. And what she'd told William when she’d decided not to move into the flat in the city he’d secured for them while their dream home was being built.

  “Of course not. But there comes a time when your wife must come first before all others.”

  “Well, we’re not married yet. And speaking of marriages, where has your attentive husband run off to?” Last she’d seen her father had been dancing with Kitty. The two had exchanged such loving gazes, a pang of jealousy had taken over her for a moment until she pictured herself in her sister’s place on her own wedding day.

  “Your father made his escape to the garden for some fresh air.”

  “Yes, I’m feeling a bit stifled at the moment myself.” She meant to slip that remark beneath her breath, but her mother’s scowl indicated she’d heard.

  In a flash, Mrs. Bennet brightened and sat up straighter. She nodded toward a group of chatty women at a table. “Why don’t you take a stroll across the room and see if Mrs. Warner catches sight of your ring? If she does, wave me over when she makes a fuss.”

  “I’ll do no such thing, mother. Besides, everyone is well aware of my engagement to William. Thanks to you they—“

  “Look, Lizzy!” Mrs. Bennet cuffed her wrist, stopping Elizabeth’s tirade.

  What more could this woman possibly have to rant about?

  “Who’s that man talking to Elijah and Kitty? He’s positively dishy, and just look at the way he carries himself. Held up my money, that one.”

  “Don’t be silly. How could you possibly know that?”

  “Trust me, Lizzy. My radar is buzzing like bees on butterscotch. Let’s grab Mary and go meet him.”

  Just as Mrs. Bennet rose, the tall, handsome stranger locked eyes with Elizabeth. She quickly looked down and away, pushing her chair back to leave the table. “You go ahead, mother. I’m going to check on Mary myself. She should sit down and eat something.”
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  “Nonsense. Mary needs...” Elizabeth hadn’t noticed her mother’s speech trail off. But then she nudged Lizzy’s arm and turned to her with wide eyes. “He’s staring at you, dear.”

  She scoffed and shook her head, pretending to straighten her place setting. But as she did so, she passed her gaze in the mystery man’s direction again. Sure enough, as he continued to converse with the groom and bride, his eyes homed in on her. Elizabeth put on a faux grin and attempted to shake the feeling of being the target in a hunter’s scope. “It’s getting so late,” she said in a low tone, knowing the resistance that would follow. Before she could continue, the man gestured in her direction and a moment later Elijah and Kitty led him over.

  “Mrs. Bennet, this is my cousin, Granville Ackerman,” Elijah said.

  Elizabeth noted his accompanying smile as so curious her brows drew together.

  “Oh, your cousin. Of course,” Mrs. Bennet sang in recollection. “You did mention him once before. Works in banking, I believe?”

  “That’s right, Mum,” Kitty said. “He’s traveled quite extensively in business, and he’s brought us the most beautiful vase from China as a wedding gift. So priceless and delicate he’s having it couriered directly to the house.”

  “My, how lovely.” Mrs. Bennet gleamed a satisfied smile in Elizabeth’s direction indicating she’d been correct about the man.

  A brief silence fell upon the group as Granville eyed Elizabeth, waiting for his proper introduction.

  “And this is my sister, Eliza,” Kitty said.

  She reached out to accept his hand when it came her way. “It’s Elizabeth. Please to meet you, Mr. Ackerman.”

  “Likewise, Eliza.” A playful grin accompanied his cheeky defiance about her name. “Please, call me Granville.” His squinted eyes sparkled as if he were witnessing a glorious sunrise. She caught the distinguished crow’s feet settling at the corners of his eyes. He must have been about ten to fifteen years older than Elijah who was almost thirty.

  The small group exchanged remarks about the successful turnout of guests and commented on reasons some couldn’t attend. Before long, the happy couple was whisked away for chatting and more pictures.

  “Mrs. Bennet, I hope you don’t mind me saying you certainly have a skill in bearing such beautiful and gracious daughters.”

  The flustered woman’s hand flew to her chest. “I wouldn’t mind that at all, Mr. Ackerman. And I thank you.”

  He dipped his head in a slow nod. “And your sister tells me you’re a student, Elizabeth. Psychology, I believe?

  Elizabeth only nodded and smiled.

  “I find that fascinating.”

  “I find it quite peculiar such a conversation about me occurred,” she said.

  Taken aback by her response, he paused. “You clearly have a knack for revealing one’s intentions rather quickly. I have to admit now that I asked about you.”

  “Did you, now?” She gave him a sidelong glance, but it did not appear to affect him and he carried on.

  “Tell me, what field of psychology do you hope to work in?”

  “Gerontology,” Elizabeth replied.

  “Aw, the study of the elderly. Not what I expected you to say but a most pleasant surprise.”

  And with that, Elizabeth finally awarded Granville a genuine smile as she hadn’t expected him to respond in that manner.

  “Yes, I’m aware of the field, and I admire your interest in doing such rewarding and important work. I’m very close with my grandfather and he’s...had some struggles of late.”

  “Oh, dear, that’s terrible,” Mrs. Bennet said.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” Elizabeth said.

  “He’s a strong old goat, determined as a mouse after cheese, so I’m not too worried about him.”

  Elizabeth resisted the urge to comment on the fact that Granville must take after his grandfather. Instead she gazed out to the dance floor to watch her sister and Elijah dance.

  Granville stepped to the side to lure her attention. He held his hand out to Elizabeth. “And would you be so kind as to allow me a dance, Miss Bennet?”

  “Thank you for the offer, but I really should be going.”

  Even as she shook her head “no,” he continued to cajole her.

  “I’m afraid I scarcely know anyone here. I travel too much for socializing.”

  “My sister Mary might fancy a turn on the dance floor.” Her head swung from side to side, looking for Mary who’d disappeared from her spying spot.

  “Surely you have time for one dance, Lizzy,” Mrs. Bennet chimed in.

  “I’ve got exams to study for,” she said to her mother with a brow lifted; her mother’s meddling wasn’t appreciated. Though if she were being honest, the thought of being held closely by such a powerful and charming, yet equally intimidating man, caused much of her hesitation. She turned to Granville. “And I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much of a partner as I’m simply exhausted from the day. You understand, don’t you?”

  “Right, of course. At least let me offer you a ride home.”

  Would his assertiveness know no end? There was only one way to deal with a man who thought he could get anything he wanted. “Mr. Ackerman, I can assure you that I’m neither delicate nor priceless, so I shall not need a courier. But thank you for the offer.” Elizabeth strode away, leaving Granville and her mother with their mouths hung open.

  ***

  Sometime later, Mrs. Bennet wandered out to the garden to look for Mr. Bennet. She stopped next to a bench facing a large cement pond and waterfall. She felt a presence behind her and turned.

  “Mr. Ackerman. Hello again.”

  “Hello, Mrs. Bennet. I saw you walk out and hoped to have a word, but if you wish to be alone I can take leave.”

  “Not at all. I was only looking for Mr. Bennet. A duty that need not be executed with any urgency.”

  Granville stepped closer to the woman as if he were to reveal his trade secrets.

  Her eyes widened in anticipation.

  “I’d like to know more about Elizabeth. She’s the most fascinating creature I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

  Mrs. Bennet clasped her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Ackerman. In truth, I’m a bit disappointed myself. But Elizabeth is already engaged to be married. I would have thought such a worldly man as you would have noticed the ring on her finger.”

  “I make it my business to notice things, madam. I’m also highly successful in acquisitions,” he said with a wink and a smile.

  “I see.”

  “I’m always up for a good battle—as long as the prize is worth it. I hope my words don’t offend you.”

  “On the contrary. I admire your determination, but you don’t know my Lizzy. She’s not one to be trifled with. As you mentioned yourself, I do have an abundance of lovely daughters, and I happen to have one who is completely available.”

  A crooked smile took over his face. “You prove to be a worthy opponent, madam. Yes, I’ve met Mary. A...let’s say, sweet young lady.”

  “Yes, let’s do say that. And tread carefully, my good man.”

  “No disrespect to Mary, but when one finds their destiny, no one else will do—no matter how brilliant or gracious or sweet another might be.”

  “Good point, sir. I can see why you are so successful. Your powers of persuasion are exceptional and endless. However, like I mentioned, Elizabeth is not worth your time and efforts. She’s mad over Mr. William Darcy. Do you know him?”

  His eyes darted away for just a flash. “I know of Mr. Darcy. I also happened to notice he didn’t accompany Elizabeth to the wedding.”

  Mrs. Bennet suddenly felt his prying could prove dangerous. “He’s out of town—expectedly.”

  Their eyes connected in challenge a second before Granville relented. “Ah. Well I thank you for your time. I’ll leave you be.”

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Ackerman.”

  He moved to leave, stopped short, and made a half t
urn. “You know, I’m sure Mary will find a companion someday.”

  “A mother can only hope.”

  “Well, a mother can do more than hope. And I’d be willing to wager you are one such type of mother.”

  Mrs. Bennet sighed. “If you’ve got something to say, sir, let’s have it. I’m growing tired and that’s not a state that bodes well for Mr. Bennet when I find him.”

  “I apologize. I just thought of an amazing coincidence. My younger brother, Patrick, also finds himself in a similar situation as Mary.”

  Mrs. Bennet narrowed her eyes on the man as he looked toward the reception area before continuing.

  “You see, Patrick has had his own troubles finding a suitable mate.”

  She didn’t know where he was going with this, but the report didn’t please her. She folded her arms.

  “Mind you, he’s a respectable young man. My family would have chucked him had he disgraced the Ackerman name. He only finds challenge in matters of the opposite sex.”

  Granville went on to talk about an extremely shy child who grew into an awkward teenager who grew into an equally awkward man, burying himself in studies and work to avoid facing female rejection. Unfortunately for this young man, the society in which he had been brought up only afforded him the most discerning prospects to which he never measured up.

  “What exactly are you proposing, Mr. Ackerman. Be out with it at once.”

  Granville revealed his intentions which amounted to a simple business agreement of the heart. If Mary and Patrick could spend time together and grow to be fond of each other, then the same possibility could exist for him and Elizabeth—with some assistance from her mother to provide opportunity and support.

  Wanting nothing more than seeing her daughters married off, she considered his offer. After all, Mr. Darcy hadn’t appealed to her from the start. His family and his self-important attitude set her off in ways she couldn’t ignore. This could be a brilliant win for everyone all around. Especially considering an ally might be exactly what she needed for a secure future given the hopeless financial situation with the Bennet estate. According to Mr. Bennet, they simply couldn’t afford their home since his position at the firm had been reduced, and he could lose it all together. Their already modest estate was badly in debt, and his only recourse would be to turn the property into a tourists’ rental, an utterly unthinkable prospect for Mrs. Bennet. Still, no matter how appealing Mr. Ackerman’s prospect was, her savvy instincts had her holding back. “Why don’t you bring your young man to my house for tea, so I can see for myself what kind of prospect he is? And then we can see what Mary thinks of him.”