Darcy “Wear the dress, we have a gala to attend tonight, don't embarrass me” Those were Rhys' words once he got home. He dropped the bag beside me in the living room and made his way upstairs.I stared at him wondering why he was so grumpy and if something had crawled up and died in his ass.Regardless, I wore the dress he got. It was a simple armless black dress but something about it made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was the thigh-high slit or maybe it was simply because I was still insecure about how I looked even though my face was a whole new one.I could feel Rhys eyes on me when I walked towards him in the dress. I felt slightly flustered but I didn't show it. He didn't deserve to know he made me feel weird.Without a word, I followed him to the car, and he drove.“Smile and act like you are my wife when you get there. Don't act stiff beside me” , he spoke, barely sparing me an eye as he kept his gaze fixed forward on the road.I nodded my head in response. I wanted to say that
Darcy "What the hell do you think you're doing!" The sharp bark behind me caused me to whirl around too fast, and the mug I had been reaching for slipped out of my grasp and went tumbling to the ground. I let out a startled squeal, jumping away as the mug crashed to the ground. "Darcy, are you alright?" Cora cried, racing forward to pull me away from the wreckage. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," to my embarrassment, tears started to fill my eyes again. I blamed it on the hormones. Ever since I had gotten pregnant, I could go from laughing to sobbing in the space of seconds. I couldn't wait to have this baby and finally be myself again. "It's alright, just take a seat," my husband's stunning business associate said with a small smile, ushering me onto a kitchen stool. I stared at the fragments of ceramic, "I should clean that up before it hurts someone." She stared at me like I had grown a second head, "What are the maids for?" Before I could say a
Darcy"Leave the bitch to rot," a sharp voice said, a mocking laughter following the words. I gasped, shooting up from the bed as I woke up from the horrible nightmare I had been trapped in. Cold sweat lined my forehead and relief swept through me at the realization that it wasn't real. "Mrs. Madigan, you're awake." A woman in light green scrubs approached me from the door, wearing a wide smile, "Congratulations to the newest mother in this ward." All of me hurt down to the root of my hair and I began to lay back down when I realized that something was missing. Panic gripped me like a vise, "Where's my child? Where's my husband?" "Relax, Mrs. Madigan. The child is fine. You had a beautiful baby boy, and he was registered as Christopher Adam Madigan two days ago." My jaw dropped open, "Two days ago?" She nodded, heading over to the machines behind me to adjust them, "After your operation, you lost a lot of blood and passed out. We almost thought that you wouldn’t make it. But we
Darcy"Ma'am, I'm sorry but I can't let you in," the Stony faced security guard at the gate said. "Excuse me?" I asked, brows inching up to almost my hairline, "What do you mean by that? This is my home. It's me, Darcy. Vincent's wife." If I was expecting the man to suddenly start apologizing and opening the gates, I was sorely disappointed. He stared at me with irritation, "We have clear orders from the boss to not let you in. And to remove you through any means necessary if you try to defy his orders." Shock rendered me speechless for a few moments, "No. This is impossible! It has to be a mistake. Call Vincent. Or Cora. Even the housekeeper. They will confirm that I'm supposed to be in there." "You're creating a scene, ma'am." "And I'll continue to create one till this mistake has been cleared up," I said desperately. It had to be a mistake. The guard had to have gotten me mixed up with someone else. Even as I assured myself with those words, a strange feeling had began to se
Darcy "I don't know how she managed to survive," the shocked voice was the first thing I heard as I woke up. I tried to blink my eyes open fully, but I couldn't see out of one of them, and the other eyelid felt too heavy for me to lift. Where was I? Was I dead? Was this heaven? I glanced down at my body and felt bile crawl up my throat. White bandages had been wrapped around me from head to toe. I looked like an embalmed body. With a cry of horror, I staggered out of the bed, almost falling flat on my face. The tray at my bedside crashed to the ground along with a clipboard. The clattering sound caught the attention of the two uniformed women in the room with me. "Ma'am, what are you doing?" The shorter one cried, as they began to race toward me. Determination pumped through my vein like adrenaline and I dragged my exhausted body through a door to the side and shut it behind me, twisting the knob to lock it. "Call Doctor Peters!" I heard one of them bark. "Ma'am, please come o
DarcySeven months later "... The wife of one of the acting COOs of Madigan enterprises has released a a statement defending her husband, Vincent Madigan, and saying that he had nothing to do with the_" "Turn it off," I barked. The car was plunged into silence as the cab driver immediately turned off the radio. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled out my compact mirror to check my reflection for the umpteenth time, reassuring myself that my face hadn't gone back to being twisted up and scarred while I hadn't been paying attention. I raised a hand and touched my new face, still doubting the miracle that Doctor Peters had worked on my face. "We're here ma'am," the driver's voice cut through my musings and I jerked my head up to stare at the intimidating high rise building before me. "Thanks," I handed him some dollar notes and stepped out of the car, bracing myself for the stares and whispers and gasps, but just like it had been for the past few weeks, none of them came. Instead,
Darcy"What?” I stared at the man in front of me with cold eyes . “The hell are you talking about now?”My mouth felt drier than a desert. The only thing that was keeping me sitting was my clenched fists, tightly clutching at the sleeves of my blazer. I fought against all the emotions and instinctual urges to throw them at his stupid face.“9” He began again.“You can't possibly be..”“8, 7, 6, 5, 4…” Rhys kept going on faster than the first time and I looked around as if a miracle would happen.“1…” He wasn't kidding and when I didn't say anything, he was already walking away.I saw my revenge plan slowly slipping away from me.“Wait!” I said it louder than I had intended to. “I will marry you” He turned back to me, smiling like a shark preparing for the feast, “Now.”I wanted to kill him. I really did. What did he mean by now? “Now?” I repeated after him, feeling my blood pressure rising with every passing second, not quite believing what he had just said.“Yes now. Shall we?” And
DarcyThe rest of dinner went in a blur. I couldn't remember what happened, all I wanted was an opportunity to hold my son again , and that's all he seemed to want too; he wanted to be held so desperately it almost hurt me to look at him, but even that wasn't good enough, he just needed to be near me, and I wanted that so badly.Rhys drove me home, I didn't ask him about how he knew my apartment like I had wanted to anymore because it didn't matter now. For two days after that dinner, I was unable to sleep. The sound of my child crying woke me up every single night, and sometimes I even cried as well. Today I got back from work and as I walked into my apartment, it was empty.Totally empty!My heart sank, had I been robbed? No, no. That couldn't have happened. I was told it was the good part of town. I ran over to Mr Albert who lived next door, he owned the house.“I have been robbed Sir, my apartment is empty. They took everything”. My voice quivered as the tears were trying to mak