Isn't life like a big complex puzzle which is very difficult to solve when one is young.
But as time passes, pieces start fitting together.
You start realising why things happen and what are their purpose.
You start understanding the meaning of life.
You start understanding your origin.
I wouldn't have even dreamed that Vivian and me will be blood related.
I always longed for a sibling,and see the irony.
I couldn't see that the one I wanted was always with me.
I got a sibling, but I couldn't tell it to her.
I found her, but it was too late by then.
Our father , the man that left me when I was 5 was always a mystery. Mom never talked about him and after asking her a hundred times,I stopped asking.
But I wouldn't blame her for it.
Edward Rogers was not a common man whose identity is to be disclosed on family picnic.
He was one of the most powerful figures in the world with enemies everywhere.
He left me with mom for our safety.
Giving us only one thing in return, the surname Rogers.
But Vivian?
It seems she couldn't even get that. Amelia , Vivian's mother was my father's first love.
He loved her from what I know now, but being a nobody. He couldn't marry her.
Leaving her when she was pregnant with Vivian.
Vivian's mother married another man, Roman Klein who loved her for her. And they had Aliza Klein after that.
Under family pressure Edward married my mother,and just one year later they had me.
A daughter.
Rogers was too big of an empire to be left without a heir, without the birth of a son. And that's when the actual downfall started.
Unable to have a son.
Seeing his first love settled and happy with another man.
He lost himself.
He became weak.
He broke completely.
Making his biggest enemy to rise. The very enemy who was blinded by greed and power, the enemy who killed Amelia to destroy him.
The man who played everyone on his fingers, without anyone knowing.
The second most powerful person in the world.
The actual Plantiff of the case.
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Present
A man sits in a luxurious villa , drinking a glass of bourbon.
His eyes set on the face in the news channel, repeating on the lcd tv.
Those green eyes, mocking him. As he tightens his grip on the glass.
"Mrs Vivian Lockwood was seen rushing from the shoot in a hurry."
"These candid pictures are the only ones we were able to click of this sensational beauty."
"The pictures of the shoot are exclusive and already trending all around to globe."
"Let us know, what you feel about the chemistry between this beautiful couple."
He is interrupted by a voice, but his gaze remains on her face in the lcd
"Sir you called?"
The man asks afraid to only have the man throw his glass on the ground, missing his feet by an inch.
The man flinches, but doesn't say a word.
Going still and lowering his eyes.
"I thought the girl was in jail for life imprisonment."
"What the hell is she doing modeling around like a star!"
"I...Sir....I will check...I...."
"Do it! Now!"
The guard calls someone, and nods. His fearful eyes meeting the man's burning ones every few seconds.
Ending the call he nods.
"Sir... Vivian Klein. She got released 2 years back....she.."
"I can see that you fool! I ask who gave her the damn bail! And why the hell am I knowing this now!"
"Roman Klein....her step father ....he applied for it-"
"Shut the bullshit dammit! He can't! He is fuc*ing too weak to get a bail! "
The guard nods. The next words leaving his words made the man to kick the table and burn in a fire of unquenchable anger.
"Someone...assisted Roman....we were not able to get the name but he pulled some strings to get her released."
Breathing heavily, he clenches his fists. Knowing well, who is powerful enough to mess with him.
Giving a sardonic laugh, he nods to himself.
"The game just got interesting."
"What ...what do you mean Sir?"
"He is back in business."
"Who...who Sir?"
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"Edward Rogers."
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"The bastard is out of the coma I put him in.And he won't settle at anything but vengeance for his dead lover and daughter."
"What....what do we do next Sir?"
"Get the bait and the attacker will follow."
"What...what do you mean Sir?"
And that's when he smiles, placing his hands in his pockets and looking at the lcd tv.
"Get me the girl."
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She couldn't go back to the place he called home.
She just wanted to be left alone for once
Without anyone seeing her, hidden in the shadows.
Away from everyone.
Sitting on a bench in the busy street, she liked being imaginary.
Just her and her old companion.
Silence.
Her thoughts are broken by a young child chuckling, she looks up to see a girl of 4 laughing in her mother's lap as she played with her.
She automatically smiles seeing the cute girls smile.
Her hands moving to her stomach and a sob leaves her lips.
It hurts....it hurts so much that she couldn't say.
Rubbing on the place her scar stays on her face, she removed the make up .
Facing reality.
She looks up to see how the expressions of the side walkers change.
The ones who were first admiring her cringed looking at her.
Pity and disgust.
That was the only thing she could see in their eyes.
They look at her casually, but then when their eyes shift to the ugly scar?
Which manages to take everyone's attention?
Their expression changes.
She even see few call there peers and asking them to look at her.
As if she was a fuc*** statue of pity and sympathy.
Ethan would never understand this.
Nor will Elijah.
Only she could.
People can try to ease your pains but in the end, it's only you who has to suffer them.
Only I know how these looks of pity feel .
No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them.
Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look.
Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it.
Was now just an object of pity.
The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now.
And you know the worst part?
No matter what you do.
It will never....be like it was before.
What's lost can never return.
Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.
Tired of everyone's weird looks ,she goes to a restroom and upturns her bag, taking out the make up kit and applying it again to hide her true self.
With tears streaming down her eyes , she stared longer in the mirror .
Her phone keeps ringing continuously and she sees Ethan calling.
Putting it on silent, she sighs putting the things back in her bag and leaving .
She continues to walk down the streets , not caring of where she was going.
Just walking.
Tieing a scarf around her neck, trying to hide her face, her steps stop in front of a retro club.
The loud music blasting from the inside, making her wish to forget her pains for once.
And that's what she did.
She no longer has to worry of her child getting hurt by it, or her father scolding her for being out late.
She can do whatever she wished, without hurting anyone.
"Get me your special"
"Right up ma'am"
Gulping the throat burning liquid ,she relaxes. Showing him the empty glass again.
"One more"
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2 hours later...
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She was half drunk now, but still fully aware of the group of boys on the chairs to her right. Checking her out.
Their disgusting comments, boiling her blood.
Yet,she only focusses on the drink in her hands.
"She is alone. I bet her boyfriend left her."
"Shut up. Just look at her. Which fool will leave her?"
"I bet she must be too good in bed."
"Man I am already getting hard thinking about fuc**** her"
She looks up from her glass to stare at them this time.
"Man! She is looking! Is she interested?"
Vivian just scoffs, staring at them with narrowed eyes. Trying to give them the warning without showing them.
But it seemed the boys were too stupid it understand it.
"She is looking furious. But damn man, she looks more hot with it."
Her phone again vibrates in her pocket and she casually places it on her ear.
"What?"
"Vivian?"
"Oh so it's you? What do you want now? You already got that stupid shoot of yours done ? What else do you want?"
There is silence for few seconds, before he speaks up in surprise.
"Are you drunk?"
"No shit Sherlock. I am high on water. Happy? Now get lost."
"Vivian! Where the fuc* are you?"
She smirks, liking how he sounds so concerned.
"Away from you. At peace, finally happy. Any problems?"
"Vivian! How can you be so stupid! You are not a normal girl dammit! You are Vivian Lockwood now! The press can be anywhere stalking you! How can you be so irresponsible!"
Her grip on the phone tightens.
"Even now you are only concerned about your image?Thanks for your care dear husband but I can take care of myself."
He sighs on the other side, taking in a deep breath.
"Please Vivian, tell me where you are. You will regret it later."
"Regret? Don't worry Ethan, I can't regret anything more than loving you."
"Now don't you dare call me again!"
"Viv-"
Ending the call,she nearly throws her cell on the bar counter, holding her head.
"Definately a break up."
The same men say chuckling and she breathed heavily.
Control Vivian control.
"I love the fiesty ones."
"Look at those curves. Man I am already turned on. I can't wait to fuc* her pu-"
He couldn't continue,as she picks up the drink and approaches them.
Having had enough of them.
Eyes narrowed in anger.
"What did you say ?"
She says approaching the one who said the last line or was rather going to.
He still doesn't get the warning, trying to give her a flirtatious smile.
"Will you like a drink sweetheart?"
He asks to only have her smirk and throw the liquid in the glass at the space between his legs.
He curses as his friends chuckle at it.
"I guess your little buddy there needs it more."
He sends daggers at her, as she side steps him. Her next words, making him lunge at her to be only stopped by his friends.
"Hope your heat got quenched. Bitch."
He screams at her, catching everyone's attention.
"You bit**! I won't leave you!"
She doesn't mind him cursing, walking out of the club. She silently walks down the road.
Rubbing her arms, feeling cold suddenly.
She can't remember where she parked her car and she walks alone on the pavement.
Her body swaying lightly with the amount of alcohol in her system.
And she holds the wall, feeling light headed.
Something comes up in her throat.
And that's when her body rejects the alcohol she just had.
"What a mess".
She exclaims, feeling the world spin around her. Holding the wall tightly, she tries fighting the gag reflex in her throat.
Breathing heavily she feels strength leaving her body and suddenly Ethan's words resonate in her mind.
Maybe she should have listened to him.
It feels so bad! Sh**! I am never going to drink again in my life!
She says feeling very sick ,to only have it worsened by a taunting voice behind her.
"What you did back there wasn't a very nice thing to do sweatheart"
Her dropping eyes took notice of the figure standing behind her, leaning on the wall.
And she felt a shiver run down her spine.
The bast*** from earlier who she humiliated in the bar, was looking at her with a sick cocky look, tilting his head to a side.
His eyes scrutinizing her from top to bottom, to make a smirk linger on his lips.
"You bast***"
She manages to whisper, leaning back on the wall for support.
When he steps closer to her, smiling wickedly.
"Just wait to see what a true bastard I am sweatheart."
And that's when she tries to push him back with her tired arms, to only have him pin them above her head.
On the wall.
It seems the night got turned from bad to worse,and Vivian couldn't help wish.
That she could pick the vibrating phone in her pants this time.