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Generation 3 – Chapter 14

Electra looked up at the ranch with a nervous shudder as she emerged from the limousine her mother had hired for her to drive from the Redcliffe penthouse to Belgrave Ranch. She usually felt waves of happiness when she saw her favourite home, but the summons she had received from Olive made her nervous, clearly she had something to gripe about.

“Anyone home?” Electra shouted as she walked into the main hall.

Looking around the double story room she felt a smile forming on her face as she remembered when she first brought Ryan here, and Olive’s look of horror at seeing such an uncouth boy. Hearing voices in the direction of the kitchen she set off to find her mother, still quailing inside as she thought about what she was going to say.

“Yes Matthew – well transfer 300 million to the secondary account and I’ll have my accountant have a little play around on the stock market. Okay,” She ushered Electra into the breakfast room with a hand gesture as she finished off her call, “thank you. You too, goodnight.”

“There you are.” Olive said as she hung up. Electra stood her ground, looking at her mother as if she hadn’t been sneaking around playing gigs when she was supposed to be at school; as if she hadn’t dyed her hair orange; as if everything was as it always was. “What on earth have you done to your hair?” She came over and twirled a strand of Electra’s hair between her fingers with a sour expression.

“It’s my hair, I can do what I want with it.” Electra slapped her hand away and moved back a few steps. As much as she hated to admit it she was scared of her mother, she had seen what she could be like in a bad mood.

“I saw something very interesting in the paper today.” She paused for effect as Electra continued to stare at her, neither one was willing to drop their eyes first. “It was the most interesting thing. You and a ragtag group of boys, playing a concert.” She spat the words out as if they were poison.

“So what?”

“So what? The ‘so what’ is that you will never see those boys again. We’re going to London to get away, we can stay for a month or two, and by the time you come home this will have all blown over; while we’re there we can go to Nicky Clarke and get that awful orange out of your hair.”

“What?! I don’t think so. You never understand me, why can’t we just talk about it?! I want to be a singer okay, why is that so bad?!” Electra screamed, losing her temper, Olive’s cool demeanor had caught her off guard, she wanted her to scream and shout, it was as if she didn’t even care about her.

“Because that’s not what people like us do. You marry well, you have a few homes, you have children to continue the legacy, and you give generously to charity. You don’t go wild and join a rock band.” Electra was furious, her mother wanted to have the same life as her – but she didn’t want that. Pinching the bridge of her nose in a gesture horribly alike to her mother Electra gave a loud sigh.

“You really don’t understand me at all do you mama?” For a second she felt like a child again, then she snapped. She didn’t want to be here anymore, she realised that however much she loved her mother she couldn’t stand being in her company.

“No I really don’t. Now go and pack, or we can just buy you things in London, god knows you need them.” She looked up and down at Electra’s all black outfit with her favourite cowboy boots and sighed. “What did I do to deserve a daughter like you?” She mumbled to herself.

“I’ll leave then!” Electra screamed, “if I’m such a bad daughter I’ll just go! You’ll never have to see me again!”

“And where would you go? To your little boyfriends, Ryan, isn’t it?” Electra was shocked that she knew about Ryan, as far as Electra knew Olive thought that Ryan was Winthorpe IIII, one of Sebastian’s friends. “Yes, I know all about him, I hired someone to tell me everything I need to know. Apparently he lives in a one bedroom apartment on the wrong side of town. You’re staying right where you are.”

“I am not! I’ll find somewhere to live, anywhere would be better than with you!”

“Be quiet! You don’t know what it’s like out there, you think you’re so different, joining a band and dying your hair orange, you couldn’t begin to imagine what living in poverty is like, how would you survive? I don’t think you could hold down a job.” Olive said, silencing Electra with her hand.

“And how would you know? You’ve lived in mansions since you were born and never worked a day in your life!” Electra screamed back at her, getting angrier by the second that Olive was hardly raising her voice.

“I’ve done more than you know.” Olive replied, looking down as she remembered the years where she lived in the tiny cottage with the newborn Electra after her escape from Miami and Riley; hardly able to pay the bills whilst working in a bar making pennies. She didn’t hear a word Electra said as she felt the memories coming back to her, Riley on top of her, grabbing her, blacking out…

“Mama!” Electra shouted, realising her mother wasn’t listening to a word she was saying. She didn’t even care enough to listen when she was threatening to move out. With tears welling up in her eyes she turned on her heel and ran from the room, she couldn’t let Olive know she cared.

She ran straight through the house and up to her bedroom, as she slammed the heavy wooden door shut she slid to the ground, tears flowing from her eyes. It was a few minutes before she could think straight; picking herself up she headed into her bathroom and locked the door behind her. She had to get out of here. She dialed the one person she knew would care – Ryan.

“Ryan?!” She mumbled, sniffing and wiping away tears as she spoke, “I need you to come and get me from the ranch, I’m leaving but I’m trapped and I can’t drive because mother says that’s what drivers are for – I just need you to come,” She was cut of from her hysterics as Ryan told her he was on his way and to keep calm.

“Get here quick.” She sobbed as she sunk to the ground. Ryan wouldn’t be here for an hour or so, she had to get herself together. She couldn’t let him see her like this; she couldn’t let herself get like this over her mother. Wiping away the tears with the sleeve of her turtleneck she stood up and headed to the mirror, washing her face before applying fresh makeup. She wasn’t going to let Olive see her sweat.

Once she thought she looked ready she settled down on the sofa and waited, checking out of the window for any sign of Ryan’s truck every few minutes as she simultaneously thought what clothes she would need to take with her when she left.

As the minutes ticked by Electra began to panic. How would Ryan get in? If Olive had her way he’d never make it up the drive, it was a good job that the house didn’t have gates, if they were in the house in France he’d never get over the high walls or through the electric gates which were watched at all times by two heavy set french-men with rottweilers. Pulling out her phone she sent him a quick text telling him to just run up, the doors were usually left open – the house was too far from anywhere to be worried about robbers. When he arrived an hour later, out of breath from running through the house with Olive’s shrieks behind him, he locked the door behind him and joined Electra on the sofa, letting her nestle into him; she was safe.

As she finished telling him what had happened with her mother they heard a rap on the door and exasperated sounds as someone tried to open the locked door.

“Electra! Open this door right now!” It was Olive.

“Go away!” Electra screamed back, snuggling further into Ryan. “I have to get out of here, I can’t stay with her any longer.” She told him as they faced each other.

“Lets go then, we can make it work.” Ryan replied, sounding a lot more confident than he felt.

“I love you. Now we just have to get rid of my mother.” Electra gave Ryan a quick kiss and jumped up from the sofa, pacing the bathroom as she thought about what to do. There was a lock on her bedroom door, if she could get rid of Olive they could hole themselves up in there until she left.

“Open the door Electra, I’m not joking!” She heard from the other side as Olive paced up and down her daughters bedroom.

Taking a deep breath she went to the heavy oak door and turned the key, throwing it open with far too much dramatic effect.

“Get out!!” Electra screamed, running at her mother who backed off quickly, her cool exterior shattered for a moment as she was caught off-guard. “Just leave me alone!” Ryan stood in the bathroom doorway as Electra let rip, telling her mother everything that she hated about her; how she never paid her any attention; how she only cared what other people thought; how she had never gave any thought to what she was feeling.

“Electra, calm down!” Olive said, finally realising that her daughter was serious. “We can work this out, come to London and we can spend time together, the jet’s waiting for us.”

“Argh! Stop with your stupid jets and trips, I want to stay here with Ryan and Sebastian, with my friends, where I can play my music!” Olive visibly paled as she spoke about the music; she didn’t want her only daughter wasting her life playing in scum infested bars never getting anywhere.

“Electra please!” Olive threw up her hands in despair, genuinely scared that Electra may lash out and strike her.

“JUST GET OUT OF MY LIFE!” Electra screamed, her face contorting in anger. Looking at the eyes blazing with fury, the mouth twisted in an ugly expression of rage Olive was reminded of Riley, Electra’s father, and the night he had attacked her. She backed away from her daughter, who wasn’t herself anymore, it was Riley all over again and she had to escape.

Turning on her heel she fled from the room, jumping into the waiting limousine which had been meant for her and Electra. An hour later she was on her way to London.

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“I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve missed you.” Sebastian told his girlfriend Liberty as they embraced in front of the ranch. He hadn’t seen her for almost a week as she had been away with her parents, then had to attend her cousins wedding on the day she got back. She had drove through the night to reach the ranch and was looking ridiculously overdressed as she hadn’t had time to change since the wedding.

“Lets go inside.” Liberty said, shivering a little in the autumn breeze.

Sebastian was glad his mother had left for London the night before, he didn’t want to deal with her questioning who Liberty was; although dressed like this she could pass for a Redcliffe socialite any day. Standing in front of the blazing fire to ward off the draft they held each other and caught up on everything that had happened in the past week; they had never not spoke for so long. Sebastian found himself thanking god (even though he didn’t believe in him) that he had persuaded Electra to take him out that night; the night he met Liberty.

“Wanna dance?” She asked, turning on the stereo and beginning to groove around him as he laughed at her spontaneity. These were the moments he loved, just dancing, talking, laughing.

“We should go out.” Sebastian said as he danced to The Rolling Stones. “I think you might be a little overdressed though.” He continued, laughing.

“I’m not going out in this dress, lets just stay in.” Liberty replied, switching to Björk and coming closer to Sebastian.

“I’m sure my sister can lend you something…” He trailed off, not really interested in going out anymore, wanting to spend the day with her all alone.

“I’m not even sure if she’s here.” He said, trying to think if he had seen her last night or this morning. He had arrived at the house just after Olive had left for London, passing her in his car as her limousine flew past him. Electra’s door had been locked when he arrived but she usually locked in when she wasn’t here, he could have sworn she said she was coming to talk to Olive though.

“What are you thinking about?” Liberty asked, noticing the expression on his face.

“Just wondering about my sister. Come upstairs? She’ll give you some clothes while we’re there, I suppose you don’t want to chill around the house in this?” He said, fingering the chiffon material of part of the dress before holding her hands.

The two of them headed upstairs, walking along the wood paneled hallway to Electra’s bedroom. The door was still locked, but he could hear voices inside.

“Hey, sis? Open up!” He shouted, thumping the door with his fist. He heard her shout back and a few seconds later the door was thrown open for him to find Electra staring at them and Ryan in the background furiously packing suitcases.

“What’re you doing?” Sebastian asked as he stepped into the room.

“We’re leaving.” Ryan replied, throwing some of Electra’s jerseys into a suitcase which was full to bursting and zipping it up.

“What do you mean? Where’re you going?” Sebastian asked, confused. He thought they might have been going on a trip, not leaving home forever.

“I’m leaving Sebastian. Me and Ryan are gonna find a place. I’ve had enough of mom.”

“You can’t! I mean I know she’s not the best mother -” Electra gave a snort of laughter as he spoke, “-but she’s still our mama, you can’t just go…” He said, looking down at the floor nervously, he was worried for Electra.

“Me and Ryan were thinking-” Electra gave Ryan a look, who nodded back, “-that you could come with us? I know you love mother and everything but think how fun it would be, you should come too Liberty.” She added, giving Liberty, who had stepped out of her dress totally un-self consciously and was putting on some clothes Electra had given her, a smile. The two girls weren’t best friends but they were getting closer.

“I – I can’t, what about school and um -” Sebastian trailed off as he thought about it. What really was keeping him at home? They were almost 18, maybe it was time to fly the nest.

“Come on, we can all get jobs and with four of us pooling cash we could get a really cool apartment nearby, I don’t think we’re going back to Redcliffe. Too close to mom.” Electra was getting really into the idea now, grabbing Sebastian by the shoulders and  throwing her hands around animatedly as she tried to convince him

“Well I guess… yeah… yeah! I mean I can’t speak for Liberty -” He threw her a smile, “- I hope she’ll come though.” He said in an undertone, thinking that if Liberty wasn’t willing to come he probably wouldn’t come either. Now that he was on board he was all for it and ran to his bedroom where Liberty helped him gather a few things into a suitcase and carried his favourite signed football down to his car for him, which they were taking because it had four seats, Ryan would pick his truck up later. They were soon joined by Electra, who looked around as if Olive would spring out from behind the shrubbery and catch them, and Ryan, who struggled to carry all of Electra’s many many bags and trunks. The four of them looked at each other nervously before turning for another look at the house, a place which had given them all so much joy.

The four of them got into the car in silence; they were leaving this life behind, and none of them knew what was going to happen next.

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Generation 3 – Chapter 8

“I’m so bored, aren’t you?” I asked my cousins Alexis and Arabella as we sat on my bed after doing our homework.

“Why can’t we play in the living room?” Alexis asked as she played with her hair.

“I’ll go and ask mama. She has a friend round and said we shouldn’t disturb her.” I didn’t even know these friends she had were, she always had women around having lunch and gossiping.

“Mom?” I shouted as I walked into the living room. Oh! What was this? Who was the man? Was that Dimitri, what a stupid name. I hid behind a column and watched them as they moved closer together, staring into each others eyes. His arm was on her shoulder and she was playing with his hair, gross!

I quickly snuck back to my bedroom, how could she do this to daddy? I hadn’t seen him in months and she wouldn’t tell me why, she just kept saying he was staying in France. But why?! I wanted to go back to France and see him, he’d never spent that much time with me but he was still my daddy! I had to get them to stop it, and luckily I had an idea.

Running back to my room I threw open the dressing up box and pulled a few costumes out. I was the Proper Periwinkle, and Alexis was the Lavish Lavender, it was just Arabella who wouldn’t dress up.

“You guys look dumb! I’m not wearing a princess costume, they don’t even dress like that! I went to dinner at Princess Anne’s house last week in London with mum, they wear normal clothes!” She shouted as me and Alexis paraded up and down acting like princesses. What did she know, she was the dumb one!

“Scaredy cat!” That always got people to do things on TV, maybe it would work.

“Ugh, fine!” She said, rooting around in the box and transforming herself into the Regal Rose princess.

“Let’s go show mama!” Hopefully they would be so distracted by how royal and cool we looked that they’d stop talking and mom would spend time with me instead.

“Look Mrs. Belgravia, we’re princesses!” Arabella told her proudly, taking center stage of course.

“It’s Ms. Elphinstone now Arabella.” Mama said as she finally pulled herself away from stupid Dimitri and looked at us. “You girls look great, but why don’t you go and play in the bedroom? I have a guest.” Her eyes widened a little as she looked at me before her face set into a hard line, it definitely meant ‘get out!’ ugh!

“Why does she have to be like that?!” I slammed the door as I went into my bedroom with Alexis and Arabella, who were looking down awkwardly at the ground.

“Um… What’s up with your mom?” Alexis muttered, she definitely felt weird about the situation. Mama spoiled everything! Luckily the awkward silence was broken by Marie coming through the door.

“Oh les filles! Vous l’air fantastique! Beautiful girls, you look so regal.” Marie gushed as she looked down on us.

“Merci Marie.” I smiled up at my nanny, she was so pretty. And so kind.

“Come girls. We go for a walk in park, yes?” Marie said as we quickly took off our princess costumes and followed her to the elevator, leaving mom and Dimitri behind, ugh!

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“Oh they’re gone.” I said as I heard the ping of the elevator doors which signaled Marie, Electra and her cousins exit. “This has been lovely, really Dimitri. But you should go, I have a friend coming over for lunch soon.”

“Ah, you don’t know how sad that makes me. I wish to spend all day with you.” He smiled at me as he spoke, clearly meaning what he said.

“Well I’d like that too but I want to see my friend.” I didn’t really want to see my ‘friend’, to be honest I had never met the woman. But now that I was establishing myself on the social scene she had invited herself over for lunch, and if I wanted in I had to oblige.

“Come, you must have a few minutes before she arrives.” Before I could get up he’d draped his arm over me, I was about to move away but he was so invitingly warm and comfortable, I just couldn’t resist closing my eyes and feeling secure in his arms.

Although Dimitri was a rich and powerful man he gave me more than a feeling of financial security, he had such presence, which made him infinitely more attractive. I definitely wanted to see more of him. After a couple of minutes of laying together we were disturbed by his phone, why was something always bothering us?! It was either Electra, who couldn’t keep her nose out of my business, new social acquaintances, or cell phones!

“Yes, I understand. I’ll be on the next flight.” He said into his phone as he paced the room. “Olive, it is now me that had to cut this wonderful meeting short. Business problems in Athens, I’ll be flying out straight away.” He came and kissed my hand before pushing the elevator button, and with a final wave he was gone. I sighed loudly and put my head into my hands. Why couldn’t he just be here all the time?

Oh well, time to serve the tea. I definitely needed Marie here, she made the best tea, but I had to get Electra out of my hair for the timebeing, and with Sebastian staying with Arielle for a few days I could have a civillised meeting with my new friend, instead of screaming children running around.

“So nice to finally meet you Evelyn. I must say your picture in the style section last week did you no justice.” I poured her tea and joined her on the comfortable chairs which faced the fireplace. Now what on earth was I meant to talk about?

“Oh thank you, you’re a dear. I have to say what a beautiful apartment you have, and I love the work your mothers doing for cancer, such a good cause. I’m actually doing some charity work myself, save the whales it is.” She seemed a little fake and full of herself but I needed her on my side if I ever even hoped to throw another party.

“Oh how nice. I’m looking for a cause to support myself, charities so important.” I said as I took a sip before replacing my cup on the tray.

“I’m on a wonderful board at the Diamond Museum, I’ll see what I can do about getting you a seat. We don’t usually accept one so young and new to the scene, but for you I think an exception could be made.”

“Oh thank you!” Putting down my cup I clapped my hands together, getting quite a dirty look from Evelyn, clearly clapping with joy was a no-no.

“It’s my pleasure. I hear your party was quite the occasion, people have been talking about it all over town. You simply must throw another, I’ll invite a few of the girls and you can meet my husband.”

“You’re too kind, I actually have one planned. My brother’s daughter Constance just got engaged. I was thinking a family affair but my sister-in-law insisted on a big party, and of course you’re invited.” In the back of my mind I couldn’t help thinking Constance was a little young to be getting married, but it was her life.

“That’s so lovely of you.” She finished her tea before dabbing her lips with the napkin I’d provided. “I should go anyway, I have to interview new housekeepers. It’s so hard to find good help these days.” I showed her to the elevator with the required kiss on each cheek as she left, quite a good first meeting I thought, I was definitely getting myself on the radar, now I just had to plan a party.

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“And make sure it’s baccarat, I can’t have the Countess drinking from a cheap glass. Yes, thank you.” Mama’s voice reached my ears as I stepped out of the elevator, back from my first day of my new school.

“Hi.” I said as she hung up the phone and started typing on her laptop.

“How was school?” She mumbled as she typed something and began making notes on a pad next to her.

“Well it was okay, my teachers are actually really nice and I made some friends. But I have homework already, look, its maths. So hard!” I hopped onto the big Missoni chair and pulled the footstool closer so I could lay out my work on it.

“Mom what’s 7×12?” I asked, scratching my head with the pencil. “Mom!” I shouted after she didn’t respond.

“What?! Electra what are you doing? Do that later, go and get your brother for now, and bring something for you two to play with, I’m going to get ready. Go, go.” Do my work later? Fine by me. And she wanted to spend time with us! I quickly ran to Sebastian’s nursery.

“Seba-aa-stian!”

“What you up too?” I asked as I saw him playing with the blocks, well more chewing the blocks than playing with them

“Bwocks!” He giggled, drooling all over one.

“You’re so cute aren’t you. Mama wants to see us, would you like that?” I leaned down at the block table and looked at him. He seemed as shocked as me that mama wanted to play, but he soon forgot and put a block back in his mouth.

Taking Sebastians hand and picking up the light plastic block table with the other we settled down in the living room and began playing together. Soon mama joined us looking very glamorous, she’d even changed her hair. She looked so pretty, she was even prettier than Marie, and she was playing with us! She did love us after all.

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Where was he? Hopefully I wasn’t being stood up, his secretary had told me he would be here at 6, he was in New York for a meeting on his way back from Athens and hadn’t been able to contact me but his secretary had told me his plans to take me to the opera. So exciting!

“Mama, bwocks! Pway mama!” Sebastian threw a block across the room, narrowly missing my face.

“Sebastian! Watch it!” I checked my face, thank god he had never hit me, I couldn’t look a mess for Dimitri.

“Anyone home?” I heard as the elevator doors opened and the deep voice of Dimitri echoed around the apartment.

“Oh Electra that’s a wonderful tower!” I yelled as he came around the corner. “Dimitri, you’re here. I was just spending some time with the kids.” I jumped up and hugged him as he came towards us.

“You’re such a caring mother, you never fail to impress me.” He smiled at me, looking down at the kids. “Let me look at you.” He stepped away from me looked me up and down. “Stunning Olive, perfection.” I should hope so, the dress and diamonds had cost me enough.

“You flatter me. Goodbye kids, I’ll see you later.” Waving to Electra and Sebastian I made my way to the elevator, I was so excited for the opera, and I planned on inviting Dimitri back afterwards. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, it was time to seal the deal.

“That was a wonderful evening.” I said as we walked back into the apartment a few hours later after the opera, it had been an amazing show, people had told me I’d fall asleep but I thought it was wonderful.

“It was. Thank you so much for coming with me.” He was such a gentleman, it was only the money that made him similar to Max. He was so different in every other respect, so confident, so sure of himself, so powerful, with influence and connections spanning continents.

“Why don’t you go and… wait upstairs?” I looked at him from under my lashes as I spoke, trying to seduce him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, I was sure. This is what I wanted, Dimitri could really make me happy.

“Definitely.” I moved in and planted my lips on his, the first kiss. It wasn’t like a movie, I had learnt long ago that the world didn’t melt away when you kissed someone, but it was nice.

As we held hands and walked upstairs to my bedroom I wondered if I was making a mistake, getting together with someone so soon after Max, it hadn’t even been a year. There could be a scandal, people talking… but then again he was so powerful it probably wouldn’t matter.

“I’ll see you in a minute, I’m just going to the bathroom.” I planted another kiss on his lips before walking into my en suite. Standing in front of the mirror I took a deep breath. It had been a long time since I’d had sex, what if I wasn’t good enough for him?

What was I thinking?! Of course I’d be good enough for him. I looked amazing, I was beautiful, thin, rich, and he’d seen me spending time with the kids, so in his eyes I was a caring mother. How could anyone resist?

“You are so beautiful.” He said from his position on the bed as I came into the room in my underwear, my hair let lose from it’s constraints. The lust in his eyes was almost tangible, I knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist me. It made me feel so good to be wanted, my insecurities melted away when he looked at me like he was now.

“You know Olive,” he took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes, “we haven’t spent as much time together is as socially acceptable, and I don’t expect you to feel the same way, though I hope you d0…” he laughed sheepishly, “but I just want you to know… that I love you.”

“I -” this must be love, a feeling of being wanted, being secure in his arms, it had to be. “- I love you too.” It felt good to say it again, it felt more real than when I said it to Max. This had to be the real thing.

“Olive, I have to go to China for a meeting in a few hours, why don’t you come with me?” He said as we laid on the bed together in each others arms, his question jolting me out of the semi-nap I had fallen into. China? Could I really just pack everything up and go with him? The kids… but I’d never been before, and they’d be fine with Marie.

“Okay.” I told him. And a few hours later we were ensconced in his private jet en route to China.

Generation 3 – Chapter 3

Giving birth was the worst thing I had ever done in my life. I never imagined it would be so painful, the nurses had thought I was dying the screams were so loud. Electra Belgravia came out of the womb with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, which the doctors had thankfully fixed. I hadn’t chosen her name until the moment I saw her, when I thought of the tumultuous circumstances of her conception, and of her delivery, Electra had came straight to mind.

She was the most incredible thing, with her sweet smiling face, bright blue eyes, and lovely blonde hair. Strangers would remark how alike we were ‘she has definitely inherited her mommys hair!’ they would skquark as they leaned over the stroller to inspect her. If only they knew it was Riley’s hair, not mine.

She soon became adapt in everything a toddler needed, learning to walk, talk, and poop in quick succession. Watching her making those first tentative steps towards me was one of the proudest moments of my life, and from that moment on I knew I’d never sleep safe again unless she was safe.

Money brought safety. Being a Belgravia had taught me that much at least, which was why I had been on several dates with Maxwell ‘Max’ Elphinstone. He was actually rather interesting, totally not my style, but he had money, and I had to make sure Electra was cared for. Tonights date would be our 8th since I had first met him at the bar, which I was still doing shifts at. I knew I had to look great for this one, although it was kind of hard to make sure I looked good when the only mirror in the house was in the bathroom, which had a blown light. Trying to achieve beauty by the moon light was not for me.

When I arrived at Perdrix D’Or an hour later, after putting Electra in her crib and making sure Darcy (who I had bribed into babysitting by offering to cover one of her shifts) had my phone number, I was thrilled to find we had a private room, just my style. After downing three bottles of wine between us my tounge began to loosen, if I was going to marry this man I should at least tell him the truth, shouldn’t I?

“Max, I know you want to know about Electra’s father, yes?” I couldn’t seem to stop myself telling him, I hadn’t told anyone about my brutal rape, I just had to get it off my chest.

“If you’re ready to talk about it yes.”

“Well the truth is…” Could I really say it out loud, it all began to feel so real, it felt like a distant memory if I just focused on the good that came out of it, the birth of little Electra, but now that I was about to say it I wasn’t so sure, “…I was raped Max. Sorry to just blurt it out, but I had to tell someone. I’m so ashamed.” I was tripping over my words in nerves, my hands shaking so much that my glass fell out of my hand and shattered to the floor, staining the Persian Rug with red wine.

His mouth dropped in horror for a few seconds before he regained his composure, oh god he was going to run out on me, then Electra would grow up with nothing. “Mary, don’t be ashamed. It should be the despicable thing that did that to you that should be ashamed.” He looked down gravely for a few seconds, “I assume this man is Electra’s father?” I nodded back slowly, wiping away a tear that threatened to spill onto the dress I had stolen from Carlie’s wardrobe before I left Miami.

“Max while I’m telling the truth I have another confession,” he was going to think I was a nutcase, with all my lies, “my name isn’t Mary, it’s Olive. I changed it when I ran away, I didn’t want anyone to find me, I was just so embarrassed and ashamed…” what had I gotten myself into? Saying things out loud made me realise the severity of my situation. I was a single mother, working in a bar, trying to raise a child who was the result of a rape in a one bedroom cottage while living under a false name. How had this happened?!

“I know.” he said, throwing his arms up. He knew? What?!

“What do you mean you know?” I asked, deeply confused.

“I know that you’re Olive Belgravia. You’re far too beautiful and cultured to be common Olive. I had my PI do some research on you, and now that you’ve told me the truth…” He jumped out of his chair and got down on one knee. Was this really happening?!

“Olive. You told me the truth, about everything. You are a beautiful woman that I now know I can trust, I can give you the life you left behind back. Will you marry me?” He opened the box, flashing the huge diamond in my face. I hesitated for only a second.

“Of course I will!” I screamed as he slipped the diamond onto my hand, my plan had come together even better than I expected.

Returning home in a daze I found Darcy asleep on the sofa. Quickly shooing her out and running upstairs I grabbed Electra out of her bed and swung her around the room in joy. “Mommy’s getting married sweetie, you hear me, we’re moving out of here!” As happy I was that I could now buy my own Chanel, I was happier that Electra had some security, Max would take care of her, I knew he would. Besides, I had a plan to make sure he couldn’t leave us with nothing.

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Three weeks later I went to meet Max’s parents, which I was actually nervous about. I’d never even had a boyfriend before, and now I was engaged to be married, it was surreal. As the taxi pulled up outside the gates of the ancestral Elphinstone manor I felt the nerves getting worse. What if they hated me, what if they refused to allow Max to marry me? What on earth was I saying, he was 52 years old for god sake, he could do what he wanted.

In the foyer I was met by Elizabeth Elphinstone, an overly made up woman in her eighties in a pink Chanel suit who reeked of old money, supposedly a great beauty in her day although I didn’t see it, and Albert Elphinstone, Max’s ruthless father, who had clawed his way to the top of the business, destroying anyone who got in his way.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” I said, extending a hand, which Elizabeth ignored and Albert shook so hard I thought my fingers may break.

“Come dear, lets leave the boys to talk. I want to show you the grounds.” Elizabeth hurried off ahead of me. I was impressed by the gardens, especially the pond, but I had to admit the house was a little daunting. It was a true manor, grand and imposing, whereas my childhood house was really a home, cosy and friendly.

“Now dear I hope you will agree to be married here, just I as was, and my mother before me, and her mother before her. This house has been in my family for generations.” It was becoming clear that this was the woman who ran the show. Her husband had taken her ancient family name when they married, Mrs. Rom wasn’t a name that had appealed to stuck up Elizabeth.

“Yes of course, I couldn’t think of a better setting. I was thinking of doing it over there by the pond.”

“Yes, I think that’s doable…” She mused, looking around her perfectly manicured gardens.

“Maybe have a band over there, and a whole bunch of doves released when we exchange the rings.” I hadn’t really thought about the wedding, I just wanted to get it over with.

Darling! Doves? You simply cannot, now I know you’re relatively new money but you must have some class.” New money? I was a third generation heiress, or I would be if I hadn’t ran away. Now why don’t you just leave everything in my very capable hands, I’ll make sure it’s the perfect wedding.” She spread her arms wide in what I guessed was supposed to be a caring gesture, god she was definitely going to make things hard for me.

“Oh and darling, I took the initiative and booked you a dress fitting, it’s at 5.” She began to walk back to the house before spinning around with a last thought, “Oh, and I do hope you’re not hiding any post-baby weight under that black jumper. A fat bride is most unbecoming.” Yep. Definitely trouble.

Generation 2 – Chapter 9

“Tommy will you get back here?!” I shouted as I ran after Tommy through the house, “and where on earth is your sister? Tommy!” He was turning into a real handful, Oriana’s doll didn’t seem to entertain him as much these days.

“There you go sit here. Yes, yes you can play with my necklace, I’ll be right back.” I settled him down in the high chair, where on earth was Kitty?

“Oh my God Kitty get away from the pool!” What on earth was she doing?! Thank God I had found her, she could have fallen in. “There there, come here.”

“Mommy I want water! Water water splash splash! Mommy I want claw! CLAW! CLAW!”

“Okay, okay, raaarrghhh!”

“Phew.” I exclaimed as I set her down in the kitchen and took Tommy out of the high chair to play with her, wiping the loose strands of hair out of my face. I had to get dinner started, Noah should be back from work soon.

“Mommy juice! Juice now!”

“Tommy what did you forget?”

“Umm- NOW NOW NOW!”

“No, the word is please!” God I hoped I was doing this right, I needed them to have some manners.

“PLEASE! He screamed, throwing his hands in the air and sending my necklace flying across the room.

“Okay okay, here. Now why don’t you and your sister both play a game while Mommy makes dinner?” Please let them play for an hour while I got dinner ready.

“With Kitty? She stinks! I no play with girl!” Kitty carried on with her doll, oblivious.

“Your sister does not stink, play, now!” He huffed reluctantly as I handed him his doll, he thought they were for girls lately, against my many attempts to explain that this was a unisex doll.

I started preparing the hamburgers warily, I had only made them a few times and I wanted everything to be perfect for Noah’s dinner, not that he would ever complain but still. After all, I guess I was a housewife now… wow, a housewife. I had those fleeting moments of doubt where I wondered what it would be like to have a different life, if I had stayed in the past, a party girl… but then I looked around at the children playing with their toys and that all washed away, I loved them so much.

After the gruelling process of trying desperately not to burn the burgers I ran the children up to bed, for now they slept in the same room (much to Tommy’s annoyance) but I was working on rooms of their own, interior design was a big thing of mine lately (I redid most of the house due to my post-natal depression after Kitty’s birth). I could barely keep my eyes open as I sat in the living room reading The Art of Feng Shui after brushing my teeth and changing into a comfortable tracksuit, I seemed to be getting fatter lately… it wouldn’t matter if I just closed my eyes for 5 seconds would it?

“Arielle? Ari…” Someone was shaking me, God it was Noah, how long had I been asleep?!

“Sorry Noah, I fell asleep for longer than I thought.” I said as he pecked me on the cheek. I snuggled into his arm as he sat down in his dirty overalls on the sofa. What on earth was he wearing? Who cared, I was too tired to ask. “Your burgers are in the kitchen by the way.” I told him as I relaxed in the groove of his arm, it was so great having him around, we were living a proper life, so different from my old one, and actually better. I couldn’t wait to get him up to the bedroom.

The next few weeks were spent preparing for Tommy’s birthday, he was growing up so fast! I continued working on my book, although I couldn’t really get much done! The only time I could get a decent portion of work done was when Tommy was out with Noah and there was only Kitty to watch, who was no where near as loud and voracious as her older brother, and (for now) was perfectly content to play with her doll, although she did make the occasional trip to the pool, so I installed a gate outside.

Tommy’s birthday was a huge success, it was just the four of us, and it was the moments like this that I loved the most about being a mother. The look on his face as he tried his hardest to blow out the candles was so sweet, with all of us around cheering him on. I could tell that he loved the attention, this was his day, and he definitely knew it. Noah had gotten time off work for the day so Noah was, naturally, lavishing his attention on the kids, which they loved. They definitely looked up to him, he was that scary father figure who was at work all day and came home with huge hugs and presents at the end of the day, they would never act out in front of him.

“Tommy will you stop eating that cake, it’s been there for days.” I shouted as I rushed around the kitchen preparing dinner.

“But mom it’s tasty, and you said it needs eating” Tommy replied through mouthfuls of his birthday cake, now going stale because no one had bothered to finish it.

“You’re going to spoil your dinner, now stop eating it!” He had a huge appetite, probably from all the running around he did. No matter how many toys and games he had he loved playing more than anything, I couldn’t wait for Kitty to grow up so they could play together, although he may not want to, he had even enforced a ‘No Girls Allowed’ rule on his treehouse.

“Neeeeeeeeeerrrr!!” I heard him scream as he ran off to the TV room, leaving cake all over the floor. What on earth was he playing now? “Mom, mom, mom, I’m playing cars! Look I’m going to run this old lady over, BAAANG!!”

“Tommy! You are not running an old lady over, that’s terrible” I laughed under my breath as I watched him playing, he was such a happy child, I couldn’t help but let him off for the far fetched games he played, running over an old lady, I never!

“Mom me found rabbit! Pink rabbit!” Kitty shouted as she stumbled through the den (she was running everywhere lately after almost mastering the art of walking) and into the kitchen behind me as I ran to the oven to take out the chicken.

“That’s great sweetie, why don’t you go and play with your brother?” I wish they would just play together, I had too many things to do, and I had recently found out I had another child on the way! How ever would I cope? “Oh and Kitty watch the piles of clothes I don’t want you to fall over!” The house was a complete mess, everyone threw their clothes on the floor without a thought for me, who was always left to clean them up!

Oh thank God, it seemed Tommy had taken Kitty into his game with him, they were astronauts now, although Kitty couldn’t use the dress up box as her brother could. It was wonderful when they played together, I wanted them to all have a strong bond, unlike me, Alex, and Oriana, who barely ever saw each other. They had only came to see the new house once, pshh. The memory of Kitty and Tommy playing together as children was a fond one, and it was one of the only times they actually had played together, maybe I should pull that old tool set thing out of storage, I’d had it moved when I redid the den, they could maybe bond over it again.

“Captain Tommy to the base, alien creature chasing me, repeat alien creature chasing me, I am under attack! Creature has blonde hair and a pink top, repeat, destroy the target!” Kitty ran after Tommy through the den, laughing hysterically as he described her as the alien, God they were so cute. Ouch! That was a hard kick, I had to stop chopping up the rosemary for a few seconds and nurse my stomach, maybe I was going a little too fast for this baby, or maybe it would be just as boisterous as Tommy, and this was just a taste of things to come! I needed a break.

“Yes?” I asked as I opened the door extremely early a few mornings later.

Your son has been very bad!” Excuse me? Who was this uptight woman, I’d never seen her in my life. “I looked out of the window last night to see him running away, leaving a trail of eggs in his wake! He has been throwing eggs at my house!” I almost laughed, it was so like him, he was always looking for fun, there wasn’t many kids in the neighbourhood so this was obviously how he was entertaining himself.

“Oh I’m so sorry- I’ll definitely have a word with him.” I went to close the door before I laughed in her face but she stopped me with her words,

“I’ll sue if he doesn’t stop! This is a disgrace, my Michelle would never be so naughty.” She was livid.

“You’ll sue? He’s just a child, I’ll pay for a window cleaner to come over, it’s not a big deal, again I’m sorry, now goodbye.” I slammed the door firmly in her face, leaving her steaming . Who did she think she was, she’ll sue? Let her try. This new neighbourhood was becoming a real pain, I was beginning to regret ever leaving the triplex. No, I wanted a suburban house, and I suppose this was just one of the prices I had to pay for that. Oh well, I had no time to deal with Tommy right now, I’d just tell him not to do it again when I saw him later, for now I had to get his things ready for his first day of school, I couldn’t believe he was finally starting! I didn’t even remember my first day of school, but it did remember school being the centre of my universe at the time, God it’s strange how school is such a distant memory once you’ve left.

“Mom mom when can we leave, I want to go to school!” Tommy asked as he tied his shoes.

“We’re leaving in a minute sweetie, I’ll be right there.” It took me more than a minute to get up the stairs, especially as I had to cart around the baby inside of me, which was getting heavier by the day.

“Come ooooooooooooon!! Mission school commencing in 5 seconds mommy!” he shouted as he ran out of the front door and I waddled behind him.

“Did you remember your backpack?”

“Yes mom, you’ve already asked, I put it in the car earlier, now GO GO GO!” Geez, he was excited, I hoped he actually liked school. I had went to look at the school he was going to and I wasn’t impressed. It was right in the middle of the dense city centre with an apartment block overlooking it! I was trying to convince Noah to let me send them to the local private school (which thank God wasn’t a boarding school) but he was adamant that his children should grow up with everybody else, even if they lived a more privileged life at home.

“And you remembered your lunch?” I asked as we drove up the hill to the school, I had to take a detour and pick up some groceries.

“Yes! Now come on, can’t you move this thing any faster, you drive like a woman!” I couldn’t help but laugh, he was on the edge of his seat, desperate to get to school.

“I drive fine thank you very much! Just because I’m not a speed freak like your father!” We both laughed, and settled into silence as he watched the roads go by, getting closer and closer to the school.

I was definitely more nervous than him as we pulled up outside the school, which I still hated. They had tried to make the front acceptable, but all you had to do was look around and you’d know that some of the kids at this school would be rough, it was definitely not a desirable area.

“Now are you ready?” I lowered myself down so we were face to face. “I want to hear all about it when you get home, give me a kiss.” I moved in to kiss him when he heard a few children giggling behind him.

“Ew mom no!” He jumped back quickly and ran off,

“See you… later” I trailed off as he disappeared into the school, I knew it was just a part of growing up, and I could bet in a few weeks he’d want to take the bus so he didn’t look like he relied on his mother, but I couldn’t help but be a little upset that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me in front of the other kids, ah well, he had to start growing up at some point.

When I picked him up he was raving about his day, telling me how brilliant the kids in his class were, he even complimented one (only one – he hated the rest) of his teachers, saying she was ‘cool’! Success! I was so glad he was enjoying it, he had made a couple of friends, and even asked me to let him join scouts, could it get more perfect?! I was sure the time would come when one of my children began to hate school, a few days would be skipped, teachers calling the house, but for now he loved it, and I was so grateful. Mine and Noah’s third child was born just after Tommy had told me about his great day at scouts and rushed off to play in the treehouse, Kitty’s birthday was upcoming and I was about to start baking the cake when I felt my waters break.

Olivia was born a few hours later, after a long and painful labour, the worst one I’d had yet, I wouldn’t have been surprised if twins had came out! She’d inherited her fathers black hair as well as my pale skin and was absolutely beautiful! Kitty called her Olive instead of Olivia one day and it sort of stuck, just like Kitty for Katherine. Tommy, Kitty, and Olive. Was no one called by their full names around here!?

The childhood stage was so much easier with Tommy and Kitty both being in school now, finally becoming a little more independant and starting to make friends. Tommy was barely home, well, he was barely ever in the house. His friends thought our little playground was so cool, they told me it was even better than the one at the school. Whatever, I’d just bought one of everything in the store and had some workers fit it, it was a small price to pay for something that kept the kids occupied for hours. Kitty was still banned from the treehouse under the ‘No Girls Allowed’ rule and would moan to me for hours about getting her own. No way was she getting her own, she’d just have to find a way of getting into Tommy’s, I’d let them work it out between themselves. For now my attention was all on Olive. She learned to walk, talk, and everything else fairly easy, much quicker than my other children. Her main passion was the peg box. She’d sit there for hours on end, easily slipping the shapes into the respective holes, this was a smart one.

I still didn’t see Noah as much as I would have liked, and every time I did we fell straight into bed. I could sense another pregnancy would be on the horizon if we didn’t start using protection, but neither us cared, we both wanted more children, after all we had more than enough space, and more than enough love to give to them. Of course we had problems with the kids, but that didn’t put us off, on the contrary, it was quite exciting, this was the real nitty gritty of being a parent, and I was glad I was finally experiencing it. Kitty’s problems with school were one of those ‘nitty gritty’ moments. However much Tommy loved Public School, that’s how much Kitty hated it. She begged me to move her to the local private where most of the neighbourhood girls went.

“But mother! I hate it there! The area is so dirty, a girl called me a posh freak the other day because you insist on picking us up in that huge Range Rover, which probably cost more than the house she lives in! I want to go with my friends! PLEASE!” She fumed as we argued over it yet again. I would have been happy to send her to the private, I had no idea why Noah was so against it!

“We’ve talked about this before Kitty, the answers no. You can go to Public School with your brother.” I finished the argument, getting back to work on my book and ignoring her fiercely antagonistic expression.

“You’re the worst mom in the world! I hate you!!” She stormed out of the den in another one of her moods, she had changed so much from that placid little child who was happy to play with her doll and enthused over a pink bunny. I walked into the TV room to tell Noah about this latest outburst from our very angry daughter when I heard a few snippets of his conversation.

“…I know – no I can’t get away right now, I’ll call you…” He laughed at whatever the person on the other line was saying, “You know I feel the same, okay bye.” What was that all about?

“What was that about?” I asked as we embraced,

“Nothing – just work stuff, I don’t want to worry you with it.”

“But I want to know, maybe I can -” He made me lose my train of thought by crushing his lips against mine, I forgot all about wanting to help him with work, I only wanted him in bed with me.

“Let’s go upstairs you gorgeous woman.”

It was probably just me being paranoid – after all I was starting to turn into the proverbial housewife, but then again I was still gorgeous, he could never cheat on me. He better not be, because a few weeks later I felt those familiar stirrings once more – our family was still expanding.

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Sorry for such a long wait! I moved the Belgravia’s to a new town in order to have a 60×60 lot and so the family could exist in a suburban neighbourhood – not the celebrity filled hills of Bridgeport. The new town is not particularly important to the story, and I completely rebuilt the house as I was a little unhappy with the layout – with rebuilding comes decorating (which I never think is right so I change it over and over) landscaping etc.

I know this chapters a little slow but don’t worry – drama for the children as they grow up I’m sure – for now I’m enjoying living my idyllic childhood through my sims – hope you enjoy.

– Marissa x