All Is Fair In Love and Revenge

Chapter 3: Dreams

A/N: This is where the story actually begins. The proglogue, chapter 1 and 2 were all leading to this point. And Im Sorry!!! for taking so long to post this up :(. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! take the time to tell a friend about this story and spread the word I would sincerely love it if I had more views, it would be so inspirational and it would sure help me post more often. Also I would also appreciate it if someone would message me and tell me how to get more views on my own part as well :P. Enjoy Remember to VOTEMENT( Vote/ Comment).

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Chapter 3: Dreams

4 years later:

I watched as rows beyond rows of tall buildings faded past the darkly shaded windows of my black stretch limo. The dark granite of sidewalks zoomed past alongside of me, piled with an endless sea of people dashing to their destinations.

If you haven't guessed by now I was currently in Manhattan, the island of endless dreams and hope. Where hundreds of people journeyed to make a name for themselves but the sad sadistic part of it all is that usually it is the land that crushes them all to the cold hard grovel. Leaving nothing but bits and pieces to drift away soundlessly as it proceeds to take on a new victim.

If I were to give it a name I would proudly call it the city of broken dreams.

You see only a few people actually make it big starting from nothing. And then there are those that already come from a wealthy family and have the money, the connections and the pedigree to be successful. They pick up where their family left off and work twice as hard to make a name for themselves, to outshine their predecessors, to be known....

To be acknowledged not as the person who inherited their parents company. but as a business icon that made their parents legacy 100 times better than they ever had.

I used to dream about the day that I would make a name from myself. Not through my fathers company, but on my own. I wanted to be one of those remarkable people that started with nothing and then made that nothing into something.

I always asked myself, why was I so easy to give up my dream? It was only one rejection but why did it hurt so much? I blamed it all on the indignation. The feeling of thinking you're failing. Admitting to myself that I was foolish to think I could actually go out into the world without a clue as to how it worked and assume that I could make it work. It was the realization that I was a hopeless dreamer and a failure at that.

Although all of that cryptic crap had some truth to it. None of it compared to the feeling of wanting revenge.

Revenge is crippling and its time consuming. It gives you a purpose, a foundation and a blame. Although I knew the reasons for all of my problems weren't based solely on Hunter Henderson, he is still the man that plagues my dreams. And the man who crushed everything that used to keep me together.

I watched as the buildings kept blurring by and I wondered how many people would come out of those same steps with a broken dream and how many of them had a chance to prove to everyone their self worth.

I remember looking at my bedroom mirror. I pictured myself surrounded by success, a huge office with floor to ceiling windows. The woodsy smell of a desk made out of black wood and the leathery puffs that came off of a leather swivel chair. Walls decorated with awards and achievements. Piles of paper dictating my next move.

As a child I was a big dreamer. But now in the real world, as I faced the window I saw myself being reflected back at me and through that I saw one thing and that was sadness.