Nolan's Daughter (Revenge Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

It was a cold but bright afternoon in the Hamptons the air filled with the salty smell of the sea and the faint smell of money lingering in the air. No one ever seemed to come to the Hamptons without knowing someone already settled in this expensive place, and this certain day was no exception.

Sofia, a tall, slender girl of twenty, her long, thick blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves while her deep blue eyes scanned the area as she parked outside the old home of Nolan Ross, looking for this man. "Wow." she muttered to herself as she took in the sleek glass house, the whole building reeking with fortune. She got out of her car, a red Lexus before making her way down a side walkway and out towards the back yard. There was no one around which she thought was slightly strange, all except a stout, hunched over man who appeared to be a gardener. "Excuse me, but do you know when Mr. Ross will be back?" she asked him, her accent sounding quite posh but very English. The man shook his head then shrugged, before his thick Mexican accent was directed at her as he replied to her query. "No, I'm sorry. He doesn't live here any more. You should try Miss. Thorne's house, that's where he's living now." Sofia asked him where her house was before he directed her on how to get there. She then simply nodded, giving this man a light smile before making her way back to her car.

Along the way, she thought about what she had done to get to this present moment, all the work of trying to track him down, going from place to place looking for himand now, finally Sofia had found out where he was living, but after all that, her nerves began to crack her tough exterior skin. "Right Sophie, you can do this." She repeated to herself before getting in her car and drove off as fast as she could, all the way to Miss. Thorne's, or Emily as the gardener had told Sofia she was called.

When she arrived, before getting out the car, she checked her makeup to make sure it was looking okay and then gracefully got out of the car, her long legs coming out first. She pulled down her plain white loose fitted vest top, her tanned arms on show. She wore a pair of denim hot pants and a pair of reed wedges, a hot pink flower on each shoe. Sofia then made her way up onto the porch of Emily's house before knocking on the door and awaited an answer. Emily came to the door, her blonde wavy hair hung loose as she wore a freshly ironed white shirt, tucked into a pair of black pants, a pair of black kittens heels to finish the look off. Emily's face showed a look of confusion, who was this young woman who was standing in front of her, but she simply greeted her nonetheless. "Hi. Do you want something?" Emily asked, her head tilted slightly to the side as a soft, but possibly fake smile hung across her lips. Sofia gave her an equally fake smile, hoping to convey a happy exterior, her voice changing to her natural voice, a mix between English and a Northwest accent, having lived in both Billings, Montana and Southampton, England where she spent a couple of years boarding in Oasis Academy Lord's Hill but left when her mother ran out of money and also because it wasn't for her. Now, she quickly answered Miss. Thorne, or Emily as Sofia nodded softly to her question. "Actually yes, could you tell me where I could find a Mr. Nolan Ross? See, I'm lookin' for him." She finished her sentence with another smile, hoping that Emily could help. Emily seemed to pause for a moment, almost debating whether or not to trust Sofia, but in the end she seemed to. "Yes, urmm, he'll be back later tonight. I'm sorry, but who should I say was calling?" Emily asked, crossing her arms gently as she lent a little bit forward to talk to her. Sofia gave her an amused smile before she started to go. "Oh don't worry. Just tell him that he's found his little star." she laughed softly to herself like there was some inside joke before she was gone.

She had heard there was a bar somewhere near here, 'The Stowaway' or something like that in the borough of Montauk. In case it was a long way, she decided to drive. Anyway, she couldn't leave her car there on Miss. Thorne's property. She revved her car up once more and went on the look for this particular bar. She wasn't looking long before she found it, the web was right, it was easy to find! She then parked her car in a customer parking space before making her way inside, the faint smell of the fish from the docks lingered inside, but fortunately was disguised by the warm smell of the beer on sale.