Wooing His Wife: A Pride & Prejudice Sensual Variation

By Laura Wesley

Elizabeth is vexed Darcy dismisses Caroline Bingley's sly opposition to their marriage. Darcy believes his bride should not concern herself with any opinion other than his own.

So commences a battle of wills that shadows their wedding day.

For as Elizabeth feared, Caroline managed to twist truth to lie. . .

. . .and weeks after the wedding, Lizzy is still not Darcy's wife in all ways.

But miscommunication cannot continue to fester. How will they overcome stubbornness and scheming, how fiery will their love for each other finally burn?

Wooing His Wife is a sensual Pride & Prejudice novella variation for readers who enjoy Mr Darcy & Elizabeth at odds, a touch of compromise, an external foe, and spicy wedding night reconciliation. The perfect length for readers who have only an hour or two to journey to a satisfying romantic conclusion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A Longbourn Lady
• Release date: Jun 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201752613

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Chapter 1

W hy really, Mr Darcy, Caroline Bingley said, staring at him. "I am astonished. Marry Miss Elizabeth?" She lowered her teacup, lifting a thin brow in a delicate expression of incredulity.

Darcy did not alter his expression despite a desire to put her firmly in her place. Caroline Bingley was the sister of one of his oldest friends, and for a time he had considered her an almost friend as well. With her acerbic wit, grace, and flawless manners, her company was quite often the only feminine company he could tolerate when out in society. He was well aware she wished him to offer for her. He was also well aware that she would never be so vulgar as to force his hand or otherwise embarrass herself.

But sister of his best friend or not, he did not require her good opinion on his choice of a bride.

I think it is a wonderful idea! Bingley exclaimed, pushing back from the breakfast table and walking around to seize Darcy by the shoulders.

Darcy stood hastily to avoid being hauled out of his chair and endured the hearty hug in long-suffering silence.

Bingley drew away finally, hands still clasped around Darcy’s forearms, and beamed. Now we shall both be the happiest man in the world.

Darcy inclined his head. His pleasure with his bride was no less than Bingley’s, but he would never be one to express his joy so exuberantly.

So, when is to be the day? Bingley asked, taking his seat again.

I must ask her first.

Bingley did not know of the first disastrous proposal or that upon reflection and realization that he would do anything required to regain—if he had ever enjoyed it in the first place—Elizabeth’s good opinion.

Well, you must do so with all haste! Only days until I wed my beautiful bride and I would have you join me in marital bliss. Bingley turned his smile on his sister, oblivious to her frozen expression. You must be next, Caro. We must find you a husband.

Caroline laughed, the sound coming from her throat hollow. Do not speak nonsense, I could never leave you. And Jane will need me to instruct her on how a house such as ours should be run.

I know she will be thankful for your assistance.

Darcy did not share Bingley’s optimism, but then Bingley also did not know of Caroline’s part in keeping her brother away from Miss Bennet. Darcy would not tell Bingley; it was not his place. And besides, whatever harm had been done was now corrected.

Darcy rose. I believe I will go to her now.

A letter was probably not the best choice of communication; this sort of thing should be done in person. But if he was honest with himself, he feared she would reject him anew. A letter, with all the benefits of marriage laid out logically for her to read and contemplate at her leisure. . .

He was a fool. And a coward. He must go to her and ask for her hand. Let her look him in the eyes after he once again expressed his love and desire for her, and turn him away. Perhaps then he could have some peace knowing he had said everything he could to persuade her.

Darcy realised after a moment that he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He paused and turned.

Miss Bingley? Why had she followed?

Darcy, please tell me you do not mean to wed Elizabeth Bennet. She is little more than a—

I will not have you speak against her. He lifted a hand, forestalling a protest. I am aware that there is little love lost between you, and perhaps that is inevitable for you are both strong willed women. But I intend to wed her, and I do not seek your approval. Or disapproval.

Caroline opened her mouth again and Darcy narrowed his eyes at her, allowing a chill to slip into his voice. Miss Bingley, do not ruin our friendship.

She paused, expression tight. I only desire your happiness in a suitable marriage, you know that. You are as dear to me as my own brother.

Darcy softened a little. I return the sentiment. Elizabeth will be my wife, however. If she accepted him.

Caroline veiled her gaze. Marriage is forever, she said softly. If you are certain she is suitable as a wife and mistress of Pemberley despite her unfortunate mannerisms and relations, then I can only wish you joy. Darcy frowned at her,