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Some houses are haunted by ghosts. Pemberley is haunted by its master. When Elizabeth Bennet arrives at the great estate to care for the ailing Miss Darcy, she finds more than shadows behind closed doors. Whispers echo through the west wing. Mirrors reflect memories that are not her own. And Fitzwilliam Darcy—her former suitor—roams the halls with a gaze hollowed by secrets. What tragedy silenced Pemberley's music? Why does the scent of foxglove cling to Lady Anne’s locked rooms? And why does Darcy speak as if his heart no longer belongs to him? Drawn into a web of suspicion, desire, ...

Elizabeth Bennet is my obsession. From the moment I saw her defying society's expectations, something within me broke. When I found her cornered in that library—trapped—I didn't hesitate. I took her. I brought her to Pemberley, telling myself it was for her protection. A noble lie. She fights me. Challenges me. Sees through every mask I've crafted. Each day her captivity deepens something darker between us—something neither of us can name. I leave her door unlocked. She stays. Society calls me a gentleman. They don't see the monster that awakens when another man looks at her. They ...

I am not the Bingley she remembers. Not the affable bachelor with easy smiles and a pliant nature. That man died—if he ever truly existed—the day my inheritance became a burden and every affection a liability. When Jane Bennet came to me, seeking security for her family, I offered her what I thought I could safely give: protection, provision, and nothing more. But Jane is not the quiet ornament society mistook her for. Beneath her grace lies quiet defiance, and a will strong enough to unsettle every carefully ordered part of my life. I offered her safety—she offered me surrender. And ...