I don’t know why, I’ve always tried to be a good little girl, at least when anyone else was around. And I’d always done his bidding.
Mainly because even as a very little girl I’d known that if I wanted to stay in the fancy house and wear fancy clothes, then I’d have to be kind to him and do the things that pleased him.
But this little princess, who was so loved and had such an enchanted life, was living the life I should’ve had.
Every time I screwed her father I thought of how it was going to destroy her life when it came out.
Not about me of course. I never let them know that I was the woman in the pictures. I had my ways of concealing my identity as well as doctoring pictures to make them tell the story I wanted.
I’d learned it last summer when I’d been sent away to some retreat because stodgy old Howard had caught me doing a few lines and lost his mind.
Of course I needed something to take the pressure off; my whole world was coming undone. He and mom were constantly fighting, and there were threats of throwing us out of the house.
I could never go back to living the way we were when I was a child, and though there might be alimony involved, there was no way it was going to be enough to keep me in the style I was accustomed to.
Here I had an allowance at least, and didn’t need to touch any of my blackmail money, which had been set-aside for a rainy day.
Not to mention the prestigious address and the family name, though he’d never seen fit to formally adopt me.
Something he’d promised to do before the whole trying to drown the brat thing had happened, and he seemed to dislike me immensely ever since.
Life wasn’t like the movies, where the man out of the kindness of his heart took care of the cheating ex-wife and the darling stepdaughter that he’d grown so fond of.
No, reality was him yelling about what a little conniving bitch I was, and how I was no better than my mother, whom he called things I blush to think of, farther more say.
I slipped up to my room without being seen and headed straight for my stash. Removing my little black book, I thumbed through the pages from the past few months.
“Not bad for three months work.” I pawed through the jewels he’d given me. At last check there was a quarter of a million dollars worth there, plus the new bracelet he’d brought me tonight, that should be another fifty grand at least.
Along with the others that I’d acquired over the years, plus the hard cash that I had squired away, I had a cool two million.
Not bad for a seventeen year old who started with nothing, but still, not nearly enough for what I had in mind for my life.
I could still picture it; Jace and I, the parties, the nightlife, jet setting around the world. Me reigning over all these fools as I should.
Anyone who gets in the way of my plans for me will regret it. With the thought firmly planted in my head I felt better.
I went through my gains meticulously, as I do every night, before hiding my little stash away again.
Now it was time to put on my thinking cap. Alone in my bathroom, I ran a nice hot bath with extra bubbles, before slipping into the tub.
With my head on the headrest and my eyes closed, I cleared my mind of everything but what was at hand.
I weighed the pros and cons, but in the end I couldn’t take the chance. I had no doubt that she’d waste no time in trying to destroy me, it was the only way she could hope to keep Jace after all.
No, the question of whether or not she had seen us was moot at this point; besides, I would be taking care of more than one problem at a time if I do this.
First, I had to get the players straight. There could be no room for mistakes, and no time for self- doubt. If I wanted my life to go exactly as I’ve envisioned it, then I have to do this for me.
Leaving the tub, I dried off and went back to the bedroom to retrieve the clothes I’d just discarded.
I dug through my pockets for my phone with the little recording device and video recorder that I’d had going during my little rendezvous.
I’ll have to look over and edit it later, but for now I had something more pressing to see to.
Before I could make my call the phone went off in my hand. I didn’t recognize the number but that never stopped me before.
“Hello.”
“You stay away from my dad you bitch or I’ll make you sorry.”
“Who is this? I think you have the wrong number.” Of course I knew who it was, funny, I never thought she had the guts. I wonder if that bitch had gone running to her.
“No, I don’t, I know what you’re doing but I’ll kill you before I let you destroy my mom.”
“Poor, little rich girl, is daddy not showing you as much attention as he used to? Aww, sorry, that’s because daddy’s found something else he likes more and it’s right between my legs.
I always suspected you knew, now I’m glad that you do, makes it that much more fun.
Do you remember all those missed recitals and other stupid shit your dad used to come to then he was suddenly too busy for? Well he was with me.
I knew every time you had something special planned and made sure to keep him away, he’s my daddy now.
If you tell your mother or anyone else, especially that nosy bitch Sian, it’ll only go bad for you and your family.
You see, I’m underage yet, and your dad will be in so much trouble.
Imagine what will happen if I sue him in court for fucking me, I can do that you know.”