Tragedy has struck. Four years after the bloody night that shook London to its very core, Lucas Carrington's whereabouts still remain unknown. His wealth, properties and companies have all been sealed up by the police.
Now, with Natalie finally reco...
*Soundtrack begins when Natalie asks Rocket to sign the papers. ______________________________
"Thanks for coming, Diane." I say to my assistant slash secretary.
"I have something to report to you, ma'am."
"Call me Natalie. What is it?" I say, leading her to my bedroom.
"I kept an eye on Caleb, just like you asked me to. I saw him with another woman in the board room."
"Who is this woman? And what were they doing?"
"I took a picture, but her face wasn't visible. By the time I got to the door, it was obvious they were arguing, but I couldn't make out what it was they were talking about. I saw them kiss." Diane says, handing me her phone.
I can see the picture of a woman with blonde hair and almost my height.
"No one must know what's in this or what you saw. No one, Diane." Apart from keeping her safe, I needed to keep the photo because I would definitely need it. It was a weapon that could destroy Caleb and Kelly. It would be my trump card, the one thing I could have over Caleb's head.
"Sit, please." I tell Diane. I sit and continue, "I'm throwing a party on Wednesday. I need you to organize it. I'll send you a list of names that you'll send invites to. Now, the theme of the party. . ."
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After my discussion with Diane, I am in Luke's room, preparing everything I'd need to expose him on Wednesday. His pictures and pictures together. I couldn't wait to see the look on Rose's face.
I didn't have anything against Rose, but the fact the she was with my man, and the fact that she was being so smart mouthed, angered me to my very core. I just wanted her to get out of the picture, to go as far away as possible.
There's a knock on the door. "Hold on a minute!" I get up and head to the door. I didn't want anyone entering the room.
"Hi, Ashley."
"Hi, um, your. . . Husband? He's here, and he wants to see you."
I sigh. "Let's go."
* "Natty."
"Hello. What is it?"
"I miss you. When will you come home?"
"This is my home, Rocket."
"Natalie, seriously! You are hurting me, my love. I've waited since we were teenagers for this moment. Why are you so cruel to me? All I've done is love you." He says. He looked completely disoriented and unkempt. He hadn't shaved, his hair, rough. I turn around to leave, not ready to be a part of his craziness, but I stop. I scoff, irked. "Have you had something to eat? I'll fix you something."
*
"Here," I say, handing him two homemade burgers. "I really don't know how to cook, so manage that. You look miserable."
"Heh. I always knew you cared about me. You just confirmed it. Thanks."
"Why do you still love me, Rocket? I mean, I'm not the same Natalie you once knew in college. I've become manipulative, selfish amongst other things. I really don't care about anyone except myself and my son."
"I made you become that. Lucas made you become that— but it's a half truth. Yes, you might've become manipulative but I don't think you're selfish. I don't think you don't love others. You made me food, didn't you?"
I look at him, unsure of what to say. Alexander wasn't crazy for sure, but maybe Rocket was. Maybe he was the crazy one, for still holding on to the fact that we could be something more— that I loved him.
"Grant me a divorce." I state. He doesn't respond. The room is as silent as a graveyard.
A few minutes later, he responds, "Why should I?"
"Because, you're better off without me. I guarantee you, you will never be happy with me. You will be unhappy for the rest of your life and I'm sorry to say this, you might die of loneliness. Set me free, and go find the woman who's there specifically for you alone."
He gets up, eyeing me viciously. He begins to walk out on me. I rush behind him, hoping to make him see sense. "You know deep down in your heart, I'm telling the truth! Why are you so stubborn?" I grab his hand, but he jerks it off.
"Rocket!" I yell.
"I don't want to hear it!" He barks at me, making me flinch in fear. It reminded me of when Lucas would get upset. He moves closer to me, and I take a step back, my heartbeat, increasing. Suddenly, he kisses me, and I stand there, frozen. He breaks the kiss, and I look on in shock.
"One night with me, and I'll do as you please. Whatever you ask of me, I'll do it."
"Bastard." I respond, quivering. The look in his eyes scared me to my bones. He turns around, and I watch him leave. I rush inside and hold the staircase railing for support. Rocket must've lost his mind.
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Laurel's POV
I take off my beret and scarf as I slight from the train. I take in the fresh scent of the air.
"Oh, I missed you." It was good to be back home, after fleeing for my dear life. Laurel had fled London, fearing for her life after trying and failing to kill Natalie. However, this wasn't Laurel returning. This was Natalie.
"I'm Natalie. Natalie." And who could do a better job murdering Natalie than me, Natalie herself.
I walk out of the train station and hail a cab. "Lantern's inn, please." ***********
A/N : In Laurel's POV, she's clearly pretending to be Natalie. She's crazy.
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