Scarlette Ravenswood's world is thrown into turmoil when her sister, Meredith, elopes on the day of her wedding, endangering their family's honor. In a desperate bid to salvage their reputation, Scarlette agrees to marry Darius Kingsley, a wealthy a...
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I still can't believe I'm married to Lord Darius.
My mind is still reeling from the events of the past few days. I still don't understand why my sister ran away from her wedding. But right now, all I want to do is talk to him.
As we sat together in the horse-driven carriage on our way to our new home, I couldn't help but feel numb. Lord Darius sat next to me, staring out the window in silence. I tried to read his expression, but he seemed lost in thought.
As the carriage pulled up to the house, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. The house was built grand and imposing structure, reflecting the wealth and status of the mayor and his family. It was situated in a prominent location at the end of a long driveway, with a large yard or garden surrounding it. I was left awestruck by the place when I didn't even notice the hand before me.
It was Darius.
I was embarrassed when he patiently waited for me to take his hand and get off the carriage. My face turned red because I was caught gawking at the place, while I dismissed his chivalry.
I reached out to let him help me down. My small hand felt even smaller in his big ones, separated by the fabric of our gloves, and I felt a strange sensation.
I felt shy as he held my hand gently and helped me down from the carriage. As the horses galloped away, I looked back at them, but then I realized Lord Darius had already walked straight into the house. I followed him inside.
He wasn't even talking to me.
But I could understand.
I thought that he might be in the same situation as me. I was still in shock that my sister had run away, and I had been forced to marry him in her place. Perhaps he also had dreams and hopes for Meredith, but like me, he had to marry someone else for the sake of our family. I wanted to talk to him, to let him know that Meredith wasn't a bad person.
As I entered the house, I looked around. The house was lavishly decorated, with fine furnishings and artwork throughout. There were multiple rooms, including a formal living room, dining room, and perhaps a library or study. I couldn't figure the rooms out as the doors were closed but rather than spending my time gawking at the house I looked back at the room only to find him gone.
That's when a man in his mid-age approached me.
"Lady Scarlett, I am Ralph, Lord Darius' butler," said the middle-aged man with white hair tied back, dressed in a black suit and white gloves. He informed me that Lord Darius had left for work and wouldn't return for a month.
My heart sank at the news.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked him.
"Well, you are the lady of the house now," he replied. "You could explore the estate or perhaps get to know the staff."
