Situated on the West Coast, many miles away from Windenburg, was the state of Falicornia. It was here that Skankee Dolby had fled to when she divorced Cyril Dolby many years ago. She’d used her settlement from her divorce wisely to set up her own home fragrance empire ‘Skankee Candles’ which had now grown to be a very successful corporation that was on the verge of going global. Also, during the intervening years since she’d left Cyril, Skankee had given birth to and raised her son Giles who was now a world famous football star. Overall, despite the hard work in the early years of being a single parent and establishing her own company, Skankee led a fabulously wealthy and luxuriant lifestyle. But despite all of her own personal achievements, the memory of being married to Cyril, and every evil plan and scheme he had come up with, was hard for Skankee to shake off. Then, of course, there was her own part she played in one of his most diabolical schemes. A plot so evil and cruel that it sickened and haunted Skankee to this very day that she was ever a part of it….
And it was this guilt of what was done all those years ago that prompted Skankee to march into her living room of her mansion and switch on the tv to catch the latest episode of the ‘Sallie Winfrey Montel’ show. She had read who would be featured on the latest edition. And she didn’t like what she was seeing.
The episode was already broadcasting and Sally was interviewing Texas Simmington and her newly returned long lost son Badam. Or at least the man she believed to be her son….
Seeing her lying ex-husband on screen sickened Skankee and also infuriated her. She snatched the remote control and turned the tv off.
Enough was enough. Skankee had carried the burden of this for too long but the recent press coverage of the search for Badam Simmington and his subsequent ‘discovery’ was too much for her to carry on any longer living the lie. Even though it would mean she herself could face serious consequences Skankee was determined that the truth had to come out…somehow. And so in an instant she snatched up her phone and called the airline she used most frequently.
Once the flight was booked Skankee hung up and reflected on what she was about to do.
It was true. There was no love lost between Texas and Skankee. Their distain for one another went back years to when Texas was married to Burke and Skankee to Cyril. Back then Skankee had known of her husband’s ongoing affair with Texas but had turned a blind eye to it all and allowed it to continue. She had been a naive young woman, easily manipulated but hungry with a desire to lead a rich lifestyle. That was why Skankee allowed the affair to continue. But now all these years later Skankee was a strong, confident businesswoman and she was ready to atone for her sins.
Just then the doors to the living room opened and a young, tall good looking man entered.
The confident young man was named Thordon and he was Skankee’s personal lawyer. She had summoned in earlier to attend a meeting at her home.
Skankee had overseen the progression of Thordon through high school and college, paying for him to attend the very best. In fact it was one of the reasons she had relocated to Falicornia following her divorce from Cyril. She had befriended Thordon’s parents and had watched over young Thordon as he grew from toddler to child. When his parent’s died, the young adult Thordon was distraught at being alone in the world but Skankee had taken him in and raised him with her own teenage son Giles.
Skankee wanted so much to tell him the truth just like she had though about doing so many times over the years. Now was not the time. But it would be soon….
The following week back in Windenburg a gala dinner party was being thrown at Siloli mansion by Burke and Brystle to welcome home the long lost Simmington heir Badam.
It had been difficult for Burke to comprehend at first that his son had been found after all of these years after believing he had drowned. But the DNA test results proved that this young man, who had lived his life in obscurity as Brogan Limewood , was in fact his son. And there was no denying DNA results just as it had proved a few months back that Heathen was indeed Burke’s son and not Cyril.
And so Burke welcomed the young man into the Simmington household completely oblivious to the fact that he was being duped – that this was not his son Badam but rather a two bit part time actor hired by Burke’s nemesis Cyril Dolby to fool the Simmington clan. The actor’s real name was Mikey Florrence but as part of the ruse he’d been given a phoney backstory with the name Brogan Limewood, raised by a diotty grandmother who ,upon her deathbed, claimed she had stolen Badam Simmington as a toddler and raised him as her own naming him Brogan. Of course this whole story was a fabrication but Mikey/Brogan/Badam was for now loving the acting challenge of totally living out this role 24/7. And what wasn’t to like plying the part of a billionaire’s long lost son??
In the ballroom of Siloli, Burke had taken to the stage, along with ‘Badam’ Texas and Brystle, to make his speech to the gathered guests.
All eyes were on the stage as Burke spoke so emotionally. In the crowd of gathered guests stood Heathen and his attention was not on what was happening on stage but instead was focused on Frankie who stood across the room.
He looked EXACTLY like Fred and it hurt Heathen to even be in the same room with someone who was the double of his dead husband. Meanwhile Tammy Flo observed intently what was going on.
On stage, Burke continued with his speech.
‘Badam’ ,aka Mikey, smiled inwardly. He’d fooled the lot of them. Damn he was a good actor he thought!! And as the cheering and clapping subsided Burke took to the microphone once again.
A stunned crowd gasped and cheered as Devonique made her way into the stage and was publicly accepted and acknowledged as a Simmington family member…..much to the outrage of Texas.
Fathom was not overly impressed with this revelation that her father hadn’t included her in on.
Back on stage Burke hugged his sister as the clapping continued.
Devonique gave Texas a look over her shoulder with her parting shot before stepping down into the clapping crowd and joining her children Frankie and Brackie along with Brackie’s boyfriend Oliver.
Burke’s third and final announcement brought the house down with clapping and cheering and good wishes. The goodwill didn’t extend to Fathom however.
Fathom had had enough. Not only could she not stomach the thought of a Burke and Brystle off spring abomination but her husband Seth was really getting on her nerves! She turned on her heel and left the ballroom as the celebrations from the crowd continued. Meanwhile the crafty Tammy Flo was at once both overjoyed and secretly potting upon hearing the news of her aunt’s impending pregnancy.
On stage Burke tenderly held Brystle close to him. His ex-wife Texas also stood on the stage next to ‘Badam’ and she didn’t know where to look.
The party continued on into the night and the crowd was split into various parts of Siloli mansion. A large group had gathered in the grand hall way. Looking down on them from the upstairs landing was a morose Heathen. He stared intently down into the crowd at Frankie and his heart was breaking. It was as if Fred was standing there and it was killing Heathen that it wasn’t him. How he wanted to go to Frankie and hold him and be held and be told that everything was going to be ok…but that would never happen….
As he stood staring down at the party goers, Heathen was joined by houseguest Malaudia. She had decided against attending the party and was spending the evening alone in her room.
Malaudia looked over the balustrade at Frankie, the subject of Heathen’s attention.
Whilst Heathen admired Malaudia’s strength and courage to face adversity head on he himself remained unconvinced he could do the same.
Down below Devonique had introduced her daughter Brackie and her boyfriend Oliver to Burke and Brystle and was now doing the same with her son Frankie.
It was a shock for Burke standing so close to Frankie. He looked too much like his brother who had fallen to his death during an argument with Burke.
Later as the party progressed Fathom was getting more and more angry and annoyed with everything and everyone. It annoyed her that the brother she never knew she had had miraculously returned and was now having so much attention and focus lavished on him. It annoyed her that she was locked into a marriage that she did not want to be in because of a deal she’d made to get her father off the hook during his simslaughter trial and now her father hardly noticed her because he was so wrapped up in Badam. But what really irked her was the fact that Brystle had managed to get herself pregnant and thus secure her position within the household – even though she wasn’t technically legally married to Burke!! Fathom was stewing on all of this as she knocked back another shot of booze at the bar when Heathen approached her.
Heathen went quite at the mention of Tammy Flo. They had grown close over the past few months and had even woohooed once. Heathen was fond of her but not in that sense. But he knew she had deep feelings for him. And after what Malaudia had just said to him about loving someone again Heathen was beginning to wonder if Tammy Flo could possibly be the Sim for him.
‘Badam’ gave his ‘siblings’ a smile before walking off into the crowd with a cocktail in his hand. Heathen turned to his sister.
Back in the corridor Texas spotted Brystle chatting with Devonique and her family. Never one to pass up on the chance to deliver a put down to Brystle, Texas smirked to herself and honed in on her target.
Devonique eyed Texas with contempt as she could see that Texas was clearly enjoying tormenting poor Brystle.
Devonique had heard enough and decided to intervene.
Meanwhile outside the front door, a crowd of party goers had gathered in the courtyard under Burke’s instruction as he was due to give ‘Badam’ a surprise gift. Fathom and Tammy Flo watched from the front porch steps as Burke led ‘Badam’ towards the surprise with his hands covering ‘Badam’s’ eyes.
This whole scene sickened Fathom and she didn’t mince her words.
Tammy Flo was stung by Fathom’s scathing remark. She didn’t want to show any weakness but she had to turn away from Fathom.
Sensing that her prey was wounded from her comments, a smirking Fathom leant in close to Tammy Flo and delivered a parting shot before heading off inside.
Back inside Frankie was getting a drink from the bar when Heathen happened to walk across the room. Heathen froze unsure what to do. Frankie was aware that Heathen had been avoiding him all evening despite staring at him from afar. He needed to talk to Heathen and so he moved forward.
A visibly distraught Heathen made for the door but Frankie didn’t want for them to part the evening in this way so he reached out and grabbed Heathen’s wrist.
Hearing Frankie say this in a voice that was identical to Fred’s was too much for Heathen and his emotions got the better of him.
Frankie was lost for words. His silence spoke volumes to Heathen and he knew he’d crossed a line. He quickly made his exit. Frankie watched him go but did not call after this time.
Frankie knew that Heathen was confusing his feelings for Fred and projecting those feelings onto Frankie. But there was nothing Frankie could do about that. So perhaps it would be better if he left Heathen alone and not contact him to allow him time to grieve.
But even though Frankie knew that was the smart thing to do there was something in the back of his mind telling him not to leave Heathen….
In the ballroom a bored Tammy Flo decided to liven things up. She decided to prove that she deserved to be here and that she was the centre of attention, not Fathom. After having a word with the band to play something more up-tempo Tammy Flo took the dance floor by storm as she gyrated her body in a provocative manner.
The crowd were loving her Tammy Flo thought to herself as she heard the claps and cheers mainly from the men in the room. The more they whooped and cheered the sexier her dance became. In her mind she’d made it, this was her moment.
As Tammy Flo entertained the crowds, Texas and ‘Badam’ made their way into the ballroom, unaware yet of what was happening.
Seeing Tammy Flo putting on a show like this was like holding a red flag to a bull for Texas. She was livid!! How dare common trash like Tammy Flo act this way on tonight of all nights?! Texas was having none of it and pushed her way through the crowd as Tammy Flo continued to dance to the merriment of all the men in the room.
That was it! Texas decided there and then to put a stop to it. She signalled to the band to stop the music and then marched herself onto the dancefloor to berate the young woman.
The band obliged and started again with a slow waltz. Having successfully said her peace, and humiliated Tammy Flo, Texas marched off leaving Tammy Flo hurt and embarrassed.
Meanwhile in the gym of Siloli, Fathom had dragged football superstar (and part time woohoo buddy) Giles Scott in. She’d purposely added his name to the guest list for her own enjoyment and after the night she was having Fathom needed to have some attention.
As if on cue, the door opened and in walked Seth! He didn’t quite see what had happened between Fathom and Giles as they were super quick to pull apart from one another. But as they stood in front of him looking very guilty, Seth knew what had happened between his wife and his star football player.
Giles was not afraid of Seth despite him being the boss of WindenburgUnited. Battle lines had been drawn between the 2 men and as he walked past Seth, Giles glared angrily at him. This was far from over. As Giles left the room Seth stood perfectly still staring at Fathom.
Not wanting to hang around any longer Fathom made to exit but Seth had a question for his wife.
Fathom knew she had said too much. Her marriage to Seth was a sham, something he was rapidly discovering. However, Fathom didn’t want to hurt Seth. He had been her boyfriend once and for a long time he was the most important person in the world to her. But that was years ago and Fathom had long since moved on.
Pushing her way past Seth, Fathom made it out into the corridor where the party was still going on. But Seth was not about to let this go and he persisted after her. As they argued in the corridor they were unaware of Burke and Brystle approaching them.
After she had blurted out the truth Fathom immediately regretted it. In an instant she had totally destroyed Seth. And further more, her father had heard everything!! Quickly she tried to make amends.
Seth’s silence made everything worse and Fathom didn’t know what else to do but to lie and pretend she had made it up. But Seth wasn’t buying it. However, instead of exploding in a fiery temper, he just turned and walked away.
Burke adored Seth and had done for many years. To see him look so angry and broken because of Fathom hurt and angered him. And the look he gave his daughter told her she was in a lot of trouble.
Fathom reluctantly followed her father and Brystle into the study and it wasn’t long before an irate Burke exploded in anger at his daughter.
Brystle was shocked at Fathom’s hostility towards her, afterall she was trying to help her. Burke got even more wound up when he saw Brystle being disrespected like that.
Fathom could see that she would not win this round with her father. Instead she got up and walked out of the study.
Towards the end of the party Tammy Flo walked out into the front courtyard to get some fresh air. She was still steaming mad from her dressing down in front of everyone by Texas earlier. How dare she belittle her in front of everyone like that Tammy Flo thought. After all Tammy Flo was only dancing.
As she stepped out in to the cool night air she was pleased to see ‘Badam’ alone by his brand new sportscar. He smiled at the sight of her.
Tammy Flo’s heart was racing. Not only was she extremely attracted to ‘Badam’ but she had been thinking that hooking up with the elder Simmington son was a much better idea than waiting on Heathen. Sure she had genuine feelings for Heathen but it was obvious he was more interested in male Sims and besides, Tammy Flo’s desire to bag her self a mega rich boyfriend was looking to come true. But she didn’t want to come across as a floozie for she knew that could be off putting so instead she played coy.
The sexual tension between the 2 of them was electric. Tammy Flo knew for certain that this was her chance and she went for it pulling ‘Badam’ close in a tight passionate kiss.
As they smooched and sucked face on the driveway, upstairs from a bedroom window Heathen looked on as his his new found ‘brother’ made out with someone he had conflicting feelings for. Seeing Tammy Flo and Badam locked in a passionate embrace unexpectedly stung Heathen. He had remained unsure and confused over his feelings about Tammy Flo but seeing her now with someone else left him feeling more alone in the world than ever.
And still feeling hurt from what he had witnessed the previous evening, Heathen left his bedroom ready to go back to work at WindenburgSimmington. He’d hardly slept at all there was so much on his mind concerning Frankie and Tammy Flo. And whilst thinking about her, Tammy Flo came out of ‘Badam’s’ bedroom opposite Heathen’s, dressed in a shirt belonging to ‘Badam’. She had spent the night with him and she wasn’t afraid to show it.
Tammy Flo was herself hurt by Heathen’s reluctance to pursue a relationship with her and months of anger directed at Heathen came flooding out.
A near naked ‘Badam’, dressed in only a towel, joined them in the hallway.
Ignoring the fact Heathen was stood there Tammy Flo and ‘Badam’ began another round of forceful kissing leaving Heathen feeling very uncomfortable. The sounds of their slurping tongues as they kissed revolted him and he quickly turned and walked away.
The 2 lovers were so wrapped up with one another they didn’t even notice Heathen had gone. Instead they got further carried away with their passion. ‘Badam’ lifted Tammy Flo up and made his way back to his room but not before his towel dropped to the floor.
Later that morning a furious Burke had gone to his arch rival’s home to confront him what he now knew about Fathom’s deal. He barged his way in past the servants and demanded that Cyril come face him. Momentarily a smirking Cyril appeared and Burke unleashed his fury.
Burke stared down in hatred at Cyril who was knocked to the floor by Burke’s right hook punch.
An equally angry but bruised Cyril got to his feet and wiped away the blood from his mouth.
Feeling cocky again, Cyril decided now was the time to play his trump card.
Burke had suddenly gone from feeling confident to rather shaken. He hadn’t expected the confrontation to go like this. The dangerous reality of the situation Fathom had got her self into by making the deal with Cyril was fast becoming apparent.
Burke had heard enough. He wasn’t prepared to stand around any longer listening to this. He needed clarity to think on his next move and so he made his retreat from Cyril’s home.
As Burke stormed out Cyril felt quite content with himself at seeing how much Burke was suffering. Outside, Burke’s heart was racing and for the first time in a long time he was experiencing fear.
Head cook Mrs Bummerson was busy in the kitchen of the mansion preparing the lunch. With her was housekeeper Nanette and Mrs Bummerson was doing her usual routine of making out how important she was to the running of the Simmington household and everyone else, including Nanette, were second fiddle to her.
As Mrs Bummerson wittered on she was unaware of Texas who had slipped in through the rear kitchen door.
Texas did enjoy seeing Mrs Bummerson squirm. She bore no malice to her former employee but knew exactly how to play her.
Whilst Mrs Bummerson stumbled over her words, Brystle walked into the kitchen. She was on her way out for her morning horse ride when she overheard Texas talking to her employee. She didn’t want another day of bickering but Brystle wanted to make it clear that Texas had no right to enter the main house as she pleased.
Brystle turned to her housekeeper Nanette.
An annoyed Texas made her way out the back, getting angry that the former stenographer had humiliated her in front of the staff. Everything Brystle said or did annoyed Texas and despite her efforts to get rid of her somehow Brystle still remained. There had to be another way. And as she walked out she thought on this. Outside, groundsman Terry was watering some plants. Seeing him reminded her of the other week when he was helping Fathom do some skeet shooting. A sudden evil idea then came into her mind….
A half hour later over in Forsythe Fields, about half a mile away from the main house, Brystle was riding through the meadows on her mare Valez. She loved the tranquillity of this vicinity and would come here often on her horse. Little did she know that the sinister turn of events that were about to befall her….For in the trees out of sight stood a vengeful and armed Texas….
Texas took a step back behind the tree and raised the rifle close as she deliberated if she could go through with it. But she didn’t take too long pondering before turning and crouching down in the long grass. With Brystle on her horse in sight Texas raised her gun and took aim…..
There was a slight tremor in her hand as she aimed and when she fired the gun it missed Brystle but the noise from the gun reverberated around the meadow. Birds squawked from the trees and Valez, startled by the sudden impact, reared up on her hind legs violently flinging Brystle into the air.
Under a watchful eye, Brystle fell with a thud on the ground and her horse galloped off.
Satisfied the damage had been done, Texas quietly slipped away unnoticed.
A severely injured Brystle whimpered in pain as she clutched herself. Her thoughts were of her unborn baby before everything went black and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Silence fell upon the meadow once more and a lone Brystle lay unconscious with no-one nearby to help her….
The fire started by Mother Drysdale was now a raging inferno consuming all of the Drysdale family home. Flames tore through very room destroying everything in sight and making escape for Detective Morelli, who lay unconscious on the attic floor, impossible.
Emergency services were quick on the scene, alerted by concerned neighbours. Fire and ambulance crews raced to the scene along with several police cars as they knew their fellow office had gone to the house to bring in Mother Drysdale.
As the fire crews bravely tried to tackle the blaze another car arrived on the scene. It was Morelli’s partner, Detective Alanna Noonan. Sergeant Juan Baya saw her arrive and he quickly approached her to give her an update on the situation. He knew that Noonan was close with Morelli and he had to handle this as best he could for he’d been told to expect the worst by the fire chief attending the blaze.
Noonan had a reputation for being tough. She knew Sergeant Baya hadn’t meant anything by saying there was little hope on saving Morelli but he was her partner and friend and she refused to accept anything else even though the reality was her partner would not survive this. Before she could say anything else they were approached by fire chief Jared Evans. He was known to Noonan and she had a lot of respect for him.
There it was – the worst was confirmed. Detective Marco Morelli was dead. Killed by a mad woman who’d shot him and then set the house ablaze to finish the job. Noonan was numb with shock upon hearing her partner was dead. But still she wanted to make sure just in case there was a remote chance that it was someone else.
Noonan slowly nodded as she reluctantly accepted what Chief Evans was telling her. She raised her hand and vigorously rubbed her temple in a state of anger, rage and grief as she contemplated on what to do next.
Chief Evans returned to help fight the blaze. Noonan and Baya stood in stunned silence as they took in the loss of their fellow officer. It was the noise of the roof caving in on the house that broke the silence and Sergeant Baya spoke.
For a moment Baya thought he was going to see Detective Noonan cry and that would be a first. However, Noonan seemed to quickly snap out of her momentary grief. There would be another time to cry for her partner. Right now she was determined to find Mother Drysdale who had now become a cop killer.
Across town Mimsy and her boyfriend Luca were leaving school for the day unaware of the carnage that her grandmother had caused.
Just then a shrill voice called across to them.
Unaware that everything her granny was telling her was a lie, Mimsy was shocked to learn that she had to leave immediately. However, her father had been wrongly imprisoned overseas in Shang Simla for months now and Mimsy was desperate to see him again.
Mother Drysdale, although old, moved lightning quick around to the driver’s side of the car. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the roof of the car as she watched Mimsy and Luca hug and say goodbye.
A distant sound of sirens prompted the evil old woman to hurry along her grand-daughter.
Mimsy gave Luca a kiss on the cheek and with mixed emotions she got tearfully into the car. Once seated she looked out of the window at her boyfriend. Luca could see the uncertainty in her eyes. Under her watchful eye Mother Drysdale gave the teenage romeo a smirk as she too got into the car.
With that, Mother Drysdale put her foot down and she and Mimsy sped off. All Luca could do was watch the car go.
Luca’s heart sank as the car vanished from view. He had a terrible feeling about what had just happened.
Heathen was slowly starting to come around from fainting and he lay cradled in the strong arms of man who looked EXACTLY like his supposedly dead husband Fred.
Heathen opened his eyes and gazed at the oh so familiar man in front of him. A flood of emotions swept through him again as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The man he loved, the man he thought he’d lost forever, was standing right in front of him. His touch, his scent, his voice….Heathen KNEW it was Fred. He didn’t know how it was possible but Fred had returned. Heathen wrapped his arms around him and held him close.
Heathen shook his head. What had come to light in the courtroom following Fred’s death, about how he had conned his way into their lives, Heathen no longer cared. It now seemed trivial. All that did matter was that he was reunited with the man he loved deeply.
And in a split second all that had seemed impossible was indeed impossible. Heathen’s heart sank. This was NOT Fred.
Tears of joy had soon turned to tears of anguish and it distressed Frankie to see Heathen so clearly upset.
The emotions were to much for Heathen. He couldn’t control him self as he quickly grabbed Frankie and pulled him close locking lips with him in a passionate kiss.
And then realising what he had done, Heathen quickly turned away in disgust with himself. How could he have done that he thought as he stood next to his husband’s grave?
Having Frankie be so nice him…reaching out and touching him was all to much for Heathen. He had to get away.
Frankie’s voice calling after him did not stop Heathen from fleeing the simetery. That voice it could’ve so easily pass for Fred’s voice. But it wasn’t him. Fred was dead and yet he lived through his twin brother Frankie. And it was more than Heathen could take right now.
A few days later a bored Fathom was out on the grounds of Siloli taking out her frustrations with a spot of skeet shooting.
It was still quite early in the morning and the sound of the shotgun echoed around the estate. Fathom had deliberately stationed herself by the pond which was adjacent to the studio where her mother had infamously moved herself into a few months back. She’d chosen this spot in the hope that the sound of the shotgun would annoy her mother. Relations between the two of them was still very strained as Fathom had never forgiven her mother for how she’d treated her father. And she had no intention of ever forgiving the woman.
As Fathom instructed the groundsman Terry, who was with her, to pull and release the next clay shooting target, Texas came out of her studio and saw her daughter.
Texas decided to cease this moment to try and reach out to her daughter to get her on side.
Terry released the shooting target and it flew high into the air. Fathom took aim, fired….and missed her target.
Another clay shooting target flew into the air and once again Fathom missed the shot.
Texas knew that dig was aimed at her. Fathom, even though she would never admit to it, definitely was as vicious as her mother when it came to insults. However, Texas loved her daughter unconditionally and she didn’t stop trying to get her on side.
Once again Fathom missed the target. Her mother’s presence was obviously affecting her aim.
Texas said nothing to confirm this and instead let her silence give Fathom the answer she needed. If Fathom discovered that Brystle was still married to Clarke then she would go straight to Burke with this and unleash an almighty storm. One that Texas would not be blamed for she hoped. And also if Fathom was to get rid of Brystle then perhaps she would realise that Texas was on her side.
That was enough for Texas. She would let her daughter get away with her jibes only for so long. Right now she’d had enough and it was time to show her who was boss. Texas stepped forward and snatched the shotgun from Fathom’s grasp.
Terry pulled the trigger which catapulted the clay shooting target high into the air. Texas took aim and fired. But not at the soaring target. Instead she deliberately aimed her shot at a hapless innocent duck across the pond…
And in a flash the poor bird was no more!
Texas turned back around and handed the shotgun to her stunned daughter with a triumphant smile. She departed with one final peace of advice.
The WindenburgSimmington private jet was coming in to land at Simatra airport. Onboard was Burke and Devonique and they had flown down to the Simaribbean island to meet with Dom Simmington, the estranged father of Burke and now Devonique. Dom had agreed to meet with Burke even though father and son had not seen or spoken with one another in many years. He was unaware of Devonique accompanying Burke.
After disembarking the jet, Devonique and Burke were driven to Dom’s colonial mansion overlooking the bay.
They were met at the door by a kind looking Sister Nun. She was the same nun whom Burke had spoken with over the phone to arrange this meeting with his estranged father.
Sister Shutt nodded and then showed them into the house. They were led up a grand staircase to a landing with a seating area. A set of grand double doors led into what was presumed to be the bedroom of Dom Simmington. From those doors came a doctor who introduced himself.
Once inside the bedroom, Burke looked upon the figure who lay on top of the bed. Even though he was a large man there was a frailty about Dom Simmington, not helped by the amount of medical equipment surrounding the bed. Burke stood in silence for a few minutes, the sound of Dom’s deep breathing the only noise in the room.
Eventually the silence was broken when Dom Simmington spoke from his bed.
Dom Simmington sat up and glanced at his son, the man he had not laid eyes upon in years. He quickly turned his eyes away.
The senior Simmington rolled his eyes for he’d fully expected his son to come here and bring this up with him. Dom was not having any of it.
Dom got up quickly for someone on his deathbed, his anger was driving him. He stood in front of his son and for the first time took all of him in.
Dom’s attitude infuriated Burke and he unleashed his anger in a firm raised voice to his father.
Burke was left exasperated. There was no getting through to this stubborn old man. He would never admit his failings as a husband or father. Everything negative that Burke had thought about his father over the years was entirely justified in his eyes.
Burke turned and left the room leaving Dom shocked at the news he’d been given.
Back in Windenburg Brystle was making her way along one of the many upstairs corridors to visit her houseguest Malaudia.
After it was established that Malaudia had been locked up in the simitarium under false pretences by both Mother Drysdale and Dr Broscanni, Malaudia was released and put under house supervision with the Simmington’s. Brystle had immediately wanted to help the vulnerable young woman who’d suddenly been left with nothing- no home, husband or daughter. Also there was a huge amount of guilt on Brystle’s part. She had had an affair with Mayhew, Malaudia’s husband, 2 years ago. This was before Brystle had married Burke and was during Malaudia’s first extended stay in the simitarium when that had been a genuine stay. This time she’d been committed and kept there by her evil mother-in-law and supported, albeit unwittingly, financially by the Simmington’s who believed they were helping.
In the few days Malaudia had been staying at Siloli, she’d hardly left her bedroom or spoken much to anyone apart to ask if there had been any update from the police in locating her missing daughter Mimsy. Brystle decided to approach Malaudia in an effort to reach out to her and show her she cared as relations between the 2 of them had been frosty. As she approached her bedroom Brystle met Siloli housekeeper Nanette Bobbins who had just come from Malaudia’s room.
As Nanette made her way down to the kitchen Brystle gently knocked on the door before going in. Malaudia stood near a window with her back turned.
Malaudia turned around and faced Brystle.
Brystle’s presence and her calm demeanour was firing up Malaudia and her erratic behaviour was rapidly manifesting itself.
Malaudia was not for listening and she unleashed a long babbling tirade at Brystle.
Brystle was at a loss for words. She had no experience of a Sim with erratic traits and didn’t know how best to placate her.
Realising that her presence was causing more unnecessary distress to Malaudia, Brystle decided to leave the room.
With Malaudia’s screams still ringing in her ear a shocked Brystle paused on the other side of the door.
A calm Devonique sat quietly in a chair by the bedside of Dom Simmington. He sat in silence too albeit uncomfortably so. Time passed and Devonique waited for the man who was her father to talk. Eventually he did.
Everything Devonique told Dom was true and he knew it. That’s why he squirmed and twisted as he sat.
Upon hearing this Devonique’s calm approach quickly vanished and she let Dom know exactly how she felt.
Devonique paused and then got out of her chair.
Dom’s refusal to either look at her or acknowledge Devonique exasperated her.
Dom was not for budging and Devonique knew that. But she was not giving up just yet. She made her way to the door.
Burke and Devonique stepped back into the room and together they faced the cantankerous old man.
Dom had heard enough. He sprung up quickly on unsteady legs. And bellowed at them both.
The door opened and Sister Doris came in alerted by the raised voices. She asked Burke and Devonique to step outside while she attended to her patient.
Outside in the landing Burke sighed.
Before Burke could reply they were re-joined by Sister Doris.
Burke smiled for this told him all he needed to know.
And with that a united brother and sister made their ay out of the home of the man who denied them as a father and they never looked back.
A few days later back in Windenburg at the Domino residence Brackie and her new boyfriend, former bodyguard to her estranged husband, Oliver Clozov were larking around by the pool. Keeping a close eye on them was Brackie’s older brother Frank who had also quickly settled into the household.
As Oliver swam laps of the pool Brackie began to mix a pitcher of cocktails for them all to enjoy.
Frank smile and gave his little sister a hug. As Oliver came swimming back around again Frank had a mischievous idea.
Brackie laughed as she watched her older brother and boyfriend play around like they were kids in the pool. It felt so good to be leading a normal life away from her controlling superstar husband Shaun Peruse. She only wished she’d been able to break free from him years ago.
As she made her way inside she heard the front doorbell ring. There was no sign of the butler and as the doorbell rang again Brackie made her way to open it.
Brackie, although shocked to see her husband, was not all that surprised. Shaun had many connections and it was inevitable that he would track her down.
Just then the door opened and Oliver stepped out. The two men eyed one another with suspicion.
Brackie felt sorry for her husband despite everything. He was a weak man despite his on screen tough guy persona. Before she could say anything else the door opened and Frank stepped out and then Oliver started to kick off at his former employer.
Shaun saw that there was little point at this stage in trying to reason with Brackie. Especially not when she had Oliver and her tough guy brother stood by her side. There would be another time to get to Brackie. So without another word Shaun turned and made his way back to his car.
Whilst Brackie was dealing with Shaun at her front door, over at the studio of Texas on the grounds of Siloli, her mother Devonique was taking a seat. She had been back in Windenburg for a few days now following her trip down to Simatra with Burke. And it was this trip that Texas was dying to know about. That was the reason she had got Devonique to come over. There was no love lost between the two women even though they hardly knew one another. For her part Devonique knew that Texas was after something and so she decided to play along.
Texas took a long puff of her cigarette and blew the smoke eloquently into the air as she eyed the woman in front of her.
Texas opened the bottle of Shimpagne that had been chilling in the ice bucket and poured two glasses of the drink. She handed a glass to Devonique who proceeded to read her for filth.
Devonique smirked in triumph. She had obviously rattled Texas. She raised the glass of Shimpagne to her lips and took a sip. However something was immediately wrong.
Texas was getting rather annoyed as this was not going as she expected. Devonique was obviously not a pushover.
Devonique stood and made her way to leave satisfied in the knowledge she had totally won this round. An infuriated Texas leapt to her feet.
And with that Devonique walked out leaving Texas alone to drink her burnt Shimpagne.
Later that evening Brystle had the chauffeur swing by the WindenburgSimmington building to pick up Burke. They were meant to be going out for dinner that evening but Burke had failed to arrive home on time from work. Brystle stepped out of the elevator and made her way towards his office doors just as they opened and out stepped Fathom.