The Wicked Game (A Wicked Game Novel)

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The Wicked Game

by Olivia Fuller

This is an original work of fiction by

Olivia A. Fuller

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Copyright © 2012 Olivia A. Fuller

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Epilogue

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Part One

 

Prologue

England, June 1792

 

Angela Bennett never asked to be special, but it seemed from the very beginning that God had other plans. By all accounts her birth was a gift from the heavens and at the news of this miracle her entire family burst into celebration. There were parties and dinners and, for heaven’s sake, poems, written in praise of this beautiful baby girl. At two weeks old a ball was given in baby girl Bennett’s honor. In their ecstasy, the family even commissioned ice figures in the likeness of their new female family member. The sparkling sculptures were placed at the entrance of the hall but no one even noticed. The sparkle in the eyes of the family members as they gazed at her had no comparison.

To anyone who did not know the Bennett family their exorbitant celebrations were baffling. Why celebrate so lavishly for a child who would never be the heir and a mere female at that? The Bennetts had heirs, they even had spares, and every one of them was strong and healthy. To an outsider, the Bennetts were the perfect family; proud, ambitious, and full of males. But that was exactly the problem. They were all males. The only female Bennetts were Bennetts by marriage. There were no female Bennetts by blood.

Since the time of her great-grandfather this had been the case. Six sons for him and four more for her grandfather. Her own father had two sons… And then came her. She was the first female born to the Bennett family in four generations and so, in a time when women were nothing more than wives and mothers, something pretty to hold on the arm, and always there but never
really
there, she became something more.

Something much more.

Though the Bennett family had long prayed and hoped for a baby girl, they had not expected one. So when baby girl Bennett was born, the family did not have any appropriate names picked out for her. For the first month of her life she was known simply as
Sweetness
.

After all, what name could describe the feeling that the Bennetts felt as they gazed at the soft angelic face of their one and only true Bennett girl? In the end it was settled when her nine year old brother, Arthur Bennett, looked into her bassinet as she slept and called her, “Angel, gift from God.” The family realized then what they had always known.

She was named Angela.

With so many male relatives, Angela had no shortage of protectors. There was also no shortage of confusion. Since there had not been any female Bennetts before, none of the males knew what to expect or how to act. The one thing that they did know was that girls were expected to marry one day and then, leave the family. After waiting four generations for Angela, the Bennett men were not prepared to let her go anytime soon. And thus it became known throughout the country that while tradition dictated she was available, Miss Angela Bennett certainly was
not
available. Her brooding male relatives were going to make sure of that.

Her mother, Lady Isabella Cheston, had different plans. Like many others she saw Angela’s birth as a miracle but she also saw something more. She felt that Angela was given to the Bennetts for a divine purpose. Her daughter’s status as the only real Bennett woman had given her and the family great popularity and attention. Lady Cheston saw potential and opportunity in the situation. She saw opportunity to raise her daughter’s status from mere lady to something greater and thus, to raise the status of the family along with her.

Beginning at the tender age of two, Angela was given her own governess. She was a very bright child and had no trouble learning anything that was presented to her. In the morning she studied math and English, history and science. By night it was eloquence, pianoforte, and dancing. Now here was a girl who was well rounded. No one could dispute it. Everyone admired it. And Angela became the most eligible woman that society had ever known.

By the time she had reached the age of one and twenty it was clear that she had become everything that society had ever wanted.

And that was precisely the problem.

Chapter One

England, May 1813

 

Andrew Wilson was the richest man in the world. He wasn’t a prince or a duke. He wasn’t even a lord. He didn’t own any land or have a large stash of money somewhere. Come to think of it, all he truly owned were the clothes on his back and the small bag of silver that The Dowager Countess of Dillard had given him. And of course, most importantly, he now owned himself.

Free…

FREE!

No, he had absolutely no possessions but he owned his own destiny and that was worth more than any worldly riches he could possess.

It was such an exuberant feeling that was pooling inside of him that he began to wonder why he had never said the word out loud. He pondered the idea, only to stop himself; afraid that if he thought about it too much he would wake up from this dream. Instead he would just try to say the word and see how it felt. He felt the sound start soft and slow in his throat. It vibrated across his vocal cords with a slight tickle and moved its way into his mouth. He felt the sound roll smoothly over his tongue and at last, rush through his lips.

“free.”

But the word was no more than a whisper. It was strange to him how one word could make him feel. The word felt foreign to his body, alien, as if he had suddenly sprouted a third arm. He had long since set his mind to know that he was free, hadn’t he? It seemed his body was still having trouble accepting it.

He cleared his throat, squared his shoulders, and tried again.

“Free.”

This time was a little bit better. The word was no longer a whisper. It was by no means loud but it did sound determined.

Andrew felt a soft wave of comfort run through his body. It started in his head and slowly, but surely, spread over and through every inch of his being. He felt a sensation of lightness and detachment. It was as if nothing could touch him. Nothing could touch him ever. Not anymore. Not ever again. Even if it did, it wouldn’t matter. Nothing could hold him back or bring him down. Nothing could take away this bliss. He was floating now, drunk on the knowledge of his freedom.

Suddenly he felt lightheaded and realized he had been holding his breath. Andrew took two awkward steps towards a tree by the path and leaned fast against its hard trunk. He slid his body down and landed with a thump in a sitting position, his back still against the tree trunk. As his feelings and his awareness of the real world became clearer, Andrew began to think.

Mostly he thought about his mother. He did that a lot now a day. He had not known her at all but she was ever present to him. She was the reason, after all, that he had spent the first twenty-five years of his life in near slavery. He didn’t know all the details of her life, in fact he knew hardly anything at all, but what he did know was enough. His mother had been a bond servant and when she died giving birth to him, her debt passed on to him.

Andrew never knew what had brought his mother to this sad situation. The other servants gossiped and Andrew always listened intently to the hushed voices, praying that one day he might have enough pieces to finish the puzzle of his life. But despite his feelings that there must be more to the story, no one else seemed to know the entire truth either. All he had learned in his years of listening to whispers was that his mother had once been a maid in the house of The Earl of Dillard, surname also Dillard, but one day, she just disappeared. Four weeks later she was back on their doorstep; pregnant, unmarried, and claiming the father was dead. She begged Lord and Lady Dillard to take her back. She would do anything she had to. Anything. In the end the Dillards
did
take her back but at a high price. She agreed to be a bond servant…indefinitely.

Andrew sighed and put his head in his hands. His path had been set the day he was born.

Andrew had never thought too much of Lord Dillard but he had always been fond of Lady Dillard. She was fond of him too. At an early age she recognized that Andrew had a sharp mind and she was not about to let it go to waste. She knew her husband would never agree to educate a bond servant but the Lady Dillard had a sharp mind too and she came up with a plan. Her only son, The Viscount Winthrop, and his only son, Mr. James Dillard, had lived in the Dillard’s home since Lord Winthrop’s wife died giving birth to a still born baby girl. And of course, as an Earl in training, Mr. Dillard received the best tutors possible.

Andrew was only five years old at the time but it didn’t take him long to figure out why every day during Mr. Dillard’s lessons he was sent into the room to watch out the window for a messenger who never arrived. Once he realized what was going on, Andrew took full advantage of the situation. He listened intently and secretly each day, making sure to take in every bit of knowledge that he could. Andrew knew, he just knew, that one day he would be able to put the things he learned to good use. He dreamed about it and when the mood struck him, he prayed about it too. One day he would be free; one day he would be free to use what he had learned.

Then when Andrew was five and twenty, Lord Dillard fell very ill. Within a week he was dead and Andrew had hope for his life. Now that her husband was gone, Andrew was certain that Lady Dillard would free him from his servitude.

Andrew was right.

For the first time in his life Andrew swelled with pride and joy and the ability to do whatever it was that he pleased. As his first free act he went out and did what any man of that age does. He went to a pub and he got drunk. All through the night Andrew felt a tension growing in his body. It was part excitement but also part fear. The more he drank the more tension he felt, until at last he thought he might burst from the strain. Andrew knew these feelings were coming from his head but he was drunk and his head wasn’t working.

His body was working.

So when some other men left the pub to meet certain female acquaintances, Andrew went along.

His companion was slightly plump but in a way that made her truly womanly. She had undone her long brown hair, at his request, and the soft curls pooled down to her waist, mimicking the curves of her body. But suddenly he didn’t care about anything else but the feeling building up inside of him. And so he took her. Oh god, he took her. He had been with women before but this time was different. He was free, free to own her as well as himself. And he did. He made her his. With each rhythmic movement he felt a sense of ease. She shuddered. His tension released and he let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. His body relaxed and he knew that this time, he was truly a man.

So it was no surprise to him that it was this moment and the girl whose name he would never know, that came to his mind as he stood by the trees and summoned the courage to say the word once more. He stood up and tightened his diaphragm. In one swift move he threw his hands in the air and tilted back his head.

“FREEEEEEEEEEE!”

His voice echoed through the sky. Frightened birds took flight squawking, and setting the trees into motion. The leaves swished and rustled. It was almost as if nature was talking to him. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The forest was alive and he was alive.

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