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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 1, 2008 22:20:39 GMT -5
Date: December 1, 2008 Place: LAX
The tall, blond man with the whiskers rubbed his chin contemplatively as he waited for the plane to land. He had never been to California and hated hot weather, but after grieving the loss of his twin for over a year and seeing the pain in his parents' faces, he had no choice but to see his plan through.
It had been over a year since the death of his brother, the brother with a destructive streak. Shane had always been the smarter twin, but he was always in trouble. If it wasn't breaking the law, it was drugs. His parents had always been there to bail him out and send him to rehab, but this last time, his forging his father's signature on a credit card had been the last straw. He had stolen over fifty grand from his parents, and they cut him off. It wasn't the lack of money, as the McGraths were a wealthy family. They had old money, and lived in Greenwich, Connecticut. They had a house in Italy and one on the beach. No, it was the pain at having one of their children betray their trust. However, after a few months, Shane had called Shawn and said that he met a girl. Granted she was young, but Shane was in love. Every time he said the name, Phoebe, Shawn could hear the tenderness in his voice. He wanted a future with her, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen. He even cleaned up. The last phone call Shawn had gotten convinced him to speak to their parents on his behalf. His parents were wary, but Shawn was very convincing. All they had to do was meet with him and they would see that he had changed. Their father was even thinking of changing his will.
That last phone call.
Then, less than a month later, Shane vanished. Only later did they find out that he had been involved in a tragic gun accident and was killed. His death was horrible enough, but the man who shot him and disposed of a body showed no remorse for his part in Shane's death. Every time Shawn thought of the agony his mother and father went through, not hearing from Shane, and how one phone call could have spared them months of not knowing, made him see red.
Ridge Forrester.
Playboy. Designer. Scion of a wealthy family. Murderer. Coward.
He had held the gun that ended Shane's life and disposed of him like garbage, letting his own brother take the fall. Shawn gritted his teeth as he thought of the way the press covered the trial and how the defense tried to gain sympathy for the killer.
And now the killer was planning yet another wedding to a gorgeous woman and the mother of his youngest child. Meanwhile Shane had been cut down right as he was getting his life together.
Shawn looked at the picture of the killer, with his arrogant sneer.
Enjoy your life while you can, you bastard. I am comming to make your life a living hell.[/color]
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Post by sibylle on Dec 2, 2008 12:13:36 GMT -5
Date: December 1, 2008 Place: LAX
The tall, blond man with the whiskers rubbed his chin contemplatively as he waited for the plane to land. He had never been to California and hated hot weather, but after grieving the loss of his twin for over a year and seeing the pain in his parents' faces, he had no choice but to see his plan through.
It had been over a year since the death of his brother, the brother with a destructive streak. Shane had always been the smarter twin, but he was always in trouble. If it wasn't breaking the law, it was drugs. His parents had always been there to bail him out and send him to rehab, but this last time, his forging his father's signature on a credit card had been the last straw. He had stolen over fifty grand from his parents, and they cut him off. It wasn't the lack of money, as the McGraths were a wealthy family. They had old money, and lived in Greenwich, Connecticut. They had a house in Italy and one on the beach. No, it was the pain at having one of their children betray their trust. However, after a few months, Shane had called Shawn and said that he met a girl. Granted she was young, but Shane was in love. Every time he said the name, Phoebe, Shawn could hear the tenderness in his voice. He wanted a future with her, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen. He even cleaned up. The last phone call Shawn had gotten convinced him to speak to their parents on his behalf. His parents were wary, but Shawn was very convincing. All they had to do was meet with him and they would see that he had changed. Their father was even thinking of changing his will.
That last phone call.
Then, less than a month later, Shane vanished. Only later did they find out that he had been involved in a tragic gun accident and was killed. His death was horrible enough, but the man who shot him and disposed of a body showed no remorse for his part in Shane's death. Every time Shawn thought of the agony his mother and father went through, not hearing from Shane, and how one phone call could have spared them months of not knowing, made him see red.
Ridge Forrester.
Playboy. Designer. Scion of a wealthy family. Murderer. Coward.
He had held the gun that ended Shane's life and disposed of him like garbage, letting his own brother take the fall. Shawn gritted his teeth as he thought of the way the press covered the trial and how the defense tried to gain sympathy for the killer.
And now the killer was planning yet another wedding to a gorgeous woman and the mother of his youngest child. Meanwhile Shane had been cut down right as he was getting his life together.
Shawn looked at the picture of the killer, with his arrogant sneer.
Enjoy your life while you can, you bastard. I am comming to make your life a living hell.
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Post by sibylle on Dec 2, 2008 12:35:19 GMT -5
wow giovana that the writers did'n go in that storyline i'm glad that you did i hope you make ridge pay for al his crimes i look forward to reading more of you're story sorry for any writingsfaults i don't post alot because my english is not that good greetings sibylle
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 2, 2008 14:20:13 GMT -5
wow giovana that the writers did'n go in that storyline i'm glad that you did i hope you make ridge pay for al his crimes i look forward to reading more of you're story sorry for any writingsfaults i don't post alot because my english is not that good greetings sibylle Hi, and thanks for your comments. This is my first official Fan Fiction, so I may not be as consistent as our other writers. But I have every intention of making that creep pay, and pay big time. Shawn is not only as wealthy in his own right as Ridge is, he is also savvy and out for blood.
I also have a thread that involves Taylor dumping Ridge. If you want to read it, let me know and I'll post the link.
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Post by shari31820 on Dec 2, 2008 17:59:16 GMT -5
Please post a link. I'd love to read it, as I absolutely loved this one!
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Post by Donna on Dec 2, 2008 18:13:28 GMT -5
Please post a link. I'd love to read it, as I absolutely loved this one! I'd like to ready anything involving the DUMPING of Ridge!!
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Post by MontanaLindy on Dec 2, 2008 18:54:32 GMT -5
Oh, Gio, I LOVE your start! Can't wait to see someone make Ridge accountable for his disgusting and dastardly behavior! Shane having a twin is a wonderful premise! ;D
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Post by Aeryn on Dec 2, 2008 20:00:35 GMT -5
What a great start. I can't wait to read the next part. I like that Ridge is going to pay for some of the stuff he has done to people. I love seeing Ridge in pain.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Dec 3, 2008 7:45:00 GMT -5
And now the killer was planning yet another wedding to a gorgeous woman and the mother of his youngest child. B R A V O * G I O V A N N A ! ! ! That was A B S O L U T E L Y fantastick--albeit you burst my bubble a bit. I prefer to think of RJ as really being DJ and it just hasn't come to light yet. Keep 'em coming ! What a great beginning to a story! ! !
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Post by tbecker40 on Dec 3, 2008 10:42:00 GMT -5
WOOT! Great start Gio - can't wait to see what happens!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 3, 2008 13:41:42 GMT -5
Ambrosia, in the Garment District The Same Day
Amber Moore scanned her budget with a serious look on her face. Then she picked up the sales report and smiled with satisfaction. It looked like her line was shaping up nicely, after a rough couple of months. Thank God she had interviewed Brooke a year ago to get her advice on business, and thank God she had listened to her words that "High couture had a high overhead" and focused on the teen line. True, she had to modify her taste, but Brooke told her that she needed to make her name first before she designed anything too edgy.
And now that note-taking had paid off. At first Brooke was leery when she called, but after Amber reminded her of the time she had pulled FC out of the brink by advertising on television, she decided to see what she wanted. Amber smiled at the way she had come up with that idea, as the company was ready to take a fall. Her part in that moment of FC history made her proud. Then she frowned at the memory of her husband's company nearly going under, all due to Ridge.
Ridge Forrester. Snob. Bully. Pervert. Bastard. He wasn't even Eric's biological son, yet he STILL wanted the company. How she hated him.
She shivered at the memory of him grabbing her and threatening her with a torch, all for getting involved with his son. And she scowled at his taunts of "Trash" and "Tramp" when he tried to take over the company. It infuriated Amber that memories of the happiest days she had, at FC contributing and helping her husband were tainted by that bastard and his bullying. Every time she thought back at that period, memories of Ridge came back to fowl it up.
Normally Amber didn't think about Ridge because she was so very busy these days, what with her new line. And it looked like Brittney Spears was going to wear one of HER designs for the Glamor photo shoot. But the phone call she received last week brought back some dark memories. The man only identified himself as "The man from the East" and asked her if she had anything on Ridge Forrester. Amber smiled to herself as she did indeed have a glossy of Ridge, kissing Bridgette, the girl he once thought of as his daughter. She had saved it in case she really needed it. She originally used it to get Ridge to leave her alone when she got involved with Thomas, his son, but after that affair ended, she realized that if she wanted true, lasting wealth, she would have to create it for herself.[/color]
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 3, 2008 13:50:46 GMT -5
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 3, 2008 14:18:02 GMT -5
Forrester Creations, Ridge's office The same day
Ridge sighed as he looked at the sleeping model next to him. Then he looked at his watch. It was only one-thirty, he still had time, as the PI he had hired wasn't due for another hour and a half. Then he had to call about installing videos in his Logan's house. True, they were going to be married in six months, but he hadn't forgotten her marriage to Nick and how she left him, Ridge, in Australia to try and reconcile. Even though she had reassured him daily that she and Nick were through, he didn't trust Nick. And he didn't trust Logan, either. He had forgiven a lot-more than most men would-but he could NOT forgive her if she still had feelings for Nick. And now that they shared a child together, so things were very dicey.
So he was going to install a camera, and if he caught his Logan with that cigar-smoking bastard, bets were off, because he would look like a fool, something he would never allow to happen.[/color]
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Post by babyblue123 on Dec 3, 2008 15:54:13 GMT -5
Giovanna,love your fan fiction and you are doing a great job so keep them coming.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 6, 2008 3:28:48 GMT -5
An apartment in Century City The Same Day
Taylor Hayes Forrester stretched and ran her fingers through her dark hair and gazed at the handsome man sleeping next to her. It had been several months since the end of her marriage to Nick, a man who she thought would be a change from the monotony of marriage life. Instead, he still had feelings for his ex. Taylor exhaled as she thought of her former rival and how she had hated her for so many years. She shivered when she thought about how much time and energy she had spent, complaining about this woman, and mentally kicked herself. Then she counted to ten. Taylor was seeing a therapist and this doctor had made her do some inventory of her life. It was hard breaking some old habits, but she felt better these days because of it. Oh, there were days when she thought of her former rival, but those days were fewer and far between.
Taylor pushed thoughts of Brooke out of her mind and watched Mark as he lay sleeping. He was younger than she was, but he certainly was handsome. And he was by far more interesting than Ridge. Plus they had similar interests, like medicine and not being born into the lap of luxury. Anyway, she wasn't planning on marrying him, just having some mindless sex as she recovered from her failed marriages. Her divorce from Nick was painful, but not unexpected. Plus she didn't feel the sense of wasted years that she felt after Ridge had left her. She had been married to him for twenty years and given him three healthy children, and with the exception of her one-night with James, she had been scrupulously faithful. Then she confessed her one-night to Ridge and he had dumped her.
Taylor sighed and pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. She stood up and went to Mark's desk. Granted she liked him, but she was curious. She wanted to know more about him. She started leafing through the papers on his desk and froze when she saw a copy of a check, with a note attached to it. The payee was Mark, and the check was for two MILLION dollars, dated over two years ago. She scanned it and noticed the signature, Ridge Forrester. She covered her mouth with her hand and read the note:
"Dear Mark,
Thanks so much for the DNA report, along with the test results. I owe you big for this one. Now that Nick thinks that Brooke's son is mine, he will do the right thing and back off. No way am I letting that cigar-smoking bastard get his hands on Logan's stock. This check should cover your expenses.
Your Buddy,
Ridge."[/color]
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Post by Miette on Dec 6, 2008 6:59:32 GMT -5
OH WOW, GIO!!! Keep it up!!!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 6, 2008 14:33:55 GMT -5
Taylor and Mark, continued...
Taylor felt a chill as she reread the note. This couldn't be true, could it? Then she read the date of the check. The year was 2004, before she came back from Morocco, so it would have been the same time that RJ was born. She sat down, shaking, a million thoughts running through her head. Her first thought was to put the paper back where she found it, which she did. She had to get away from there, if it was true. She then went to the bedroom and looked at Mark. He was still asleep, so she gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed.
Twenty minutes later, at Starbucks
Taylor sat in the booth at the back, sipping her coffee. She had the whole day to herself, which was a good thing, as she didn't think she could concentrate on work after her discovery. Her emotions were all over the map, and she was leery to even get behind the wheel of a car. She laughed dryly, as she always gave herself credit for being composed. But this! If this were true, her new friend was guilty of medical fraud. Not only was Mark guilty, but Ridge was, as well.
Ridge, the love of her life and the father of her children. Oh, God!
Even though Taylor and Ridge were divorced, she still had strong feelings for him. Granted she was no longer in love with him, but she still cared for him, in her own way. And no matter how badly he burned her, she maintained a civil front for their children, as he was their father. But this! How could he? Playing God with lives. She excused his part in Shane's death, as she accepted his version that he was trapped and panicked. Plus there was that old gun charge hanging over his head. But to bribe a doctor to fix the paternity results to get what HE wanted. If it were love for Brooke she might buy it, but that note made no mention of love; it was all about Brooke's shares in the company. It was cold, calculated, and deliberate.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Dec 6, 2008 19:11:43 GMT -5
I am really enjoying "Revenge, L.A.-Style". Thanks for taking the time to do this for us! ;D
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Post by Donna on Dec 7, 2008 10:13:07 GMT -5
I'm so looking forward to another installment!! Great job!! ;D
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Post by sibylle on Dec 7, 2008 12:25:03 GMT -5
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Post by Nickluver on Dec 7, 2008 15:53:28 GMT -5
Great job Gio!!! Now this is worth reading...........
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 8, 2008 3:07:45 GMT -5
Forrester Creations The next day
Brooke stood in her office, packing a box. So I'll be retiring, she mused to herself with a smile. Not that she wanted to, but Ridge was adamant about her spending time at home. She protested at first, but he was so persuasive, telling her that they didn't need the money and didn't she want to spend time with the children? Then he told her that she could return at any time of she got bored. She thought about it, and then decided, what the hell, taking time off would be nice, after all the years she had spent working. So she agreed, and then Ridge came up with the idea of dividing her shares among her five children. She owned fifty-five percent of the company, and entrusting the company among her children seemed like a good idea. So she had drawn up the papers and given each of her children eleven percent, with the agreement that if she were ever incapacitated, they would take over when they turned twenty-one. Since Hope, RJ, and Jack were still babies, she had a codicil that stated if she were unable to return, their fathers would step up to the plate. She doubted that that would ever happen, but if it did, then maybe Ridge and Nick could bury the hatchet. She wasn't worried about Deacon, as he had no interest in the business, and she could probably buy him out. And she trusted Ridge to take care of RJ's shares.
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Post by lalogan on Dec 8, 2008 4:10:16 GMT -5
Ooohh...this is delicious.
How I wish DumbBell had anywhere near the brains to have something like this happen on the show -- for Ugly Rapist Mama's Boy Pantywaist Pervert Felon Widge to pay for his innumerable crimes!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 8, 2008 13:25:21 GMT -5
Memorial Hospital of LA, the doctor's lounge The same day
Brigette Forrester sipped her coffee as she checked her watch. Just one more round and I head home, she thought. I intend to rent a DVD and relax, then think about the shares of the company that Mom gave me.
It had been three months since she filed for a divorce from Nick, and since then, she had thrown herself into her hospital duties. She enjoyed her job, but after talking to another doctor, Marissa, she was starting to seriously think about going into private practice with her.
Marissa Nguyen, her new friend.
They had met in the delivery section and hit it off. For Bridgette had never really had a true friend before. Sure, she had her family, but their dramas were so damn time-consuming. She was expected to be the good daughter/sister/niece, and it really kept her from developing outside interests. She was a bright, pretty, nice girl and she wanted more for herself than being the Forrester princess. So she had forged ahead with her duties and gotten an apartment in Century City. It wasn't very big, but it was all hers, away from the family drama.
Bridgette Forrester, private physician. She smiled, liking the sound of that. Of course going into private practice cost money, which she now had, with her shares. She was seriously thinking of selling them to her brother, Rick, who had always been interested in the business. Plus they were very close, and even if she changed her mind, she knew he would be fair to her if she decided to buy them back. She wasn't going to sell them to anyone else in her family, as other than her mother and Rick, she didn't trust them. Thorne never noticed that she was alive, Stephanie would use them to mess with her mother, Flea was a nasty bitch, and Ridge would always be taken care of, thanks to the way Stephanie and Eric doted on him. Then she would use the money to start her own practice.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 11, 2008 3:26:03 GMT -5
An Apartment Complex on Melrose Avenue The Same Day
Deacon Sharpe kicked his shoes off as he sat on his custom-made sofa from Italy. It was black, of course, and leather. Deacon loved leather, and the color suited him. He cracked open a club soda and put it on the coffee table as he gazed at the walls of his new apartment. It had been over a year since he was in LA, and he felt damn good now that he was back. He had been in rehab for the previous year, and he felt better than he had in a while. It had taken him that long to sober up and he felt like a real heel for the people he had hurt. First there was his son, Little Deacon, the boy he had used as a bargaining chip, then there was his young bride, Bridgette, whom he had used and cheated on, with her mother. He shuddered at the way he had screwed her over. And he HAD screwed her over, there was no doubt about it. No more blaming other people, no siree Bob. Granted Brooke was a beautiful woman, but Bridgette was his wife, and he had been a real bastard to betray her like that.
He took out his picture, the one with him and Bridgette when they had gone up to Big Sur on his motorcycle.
His sweet little Budge. She had loved him and forgiven him his affair, but when she found out who it was with, she had burned his clothes and divorced him. Sure he had had a lot of women, but Bridgette had touched him in a way the others hadn't. She had believed in him.
She had loved him and seen something worthy in him that no one had seen.
And now he was worthy of her. Not only had he cleaned up, but he had taken the money he inherited from Macy, his former wife, and invested it in stocks. Then he had sold enough to have the capital to buy his own hotel. It was located in Vegas, but he had decided to open another in LA. His location scout had found the perfect location, and Deacon was there to meet with builders and realtors.
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