The next day on Doreo Drive, the most exclusive shopping area in Windenburg, Tammy Flo was having the time of her life trying on a selection of furs in Bella’s Boutique. This store catered for the uber-rich, and this is what Tammy Flo now saw herself as after having snared ‘Badam’ Simmington as her husband several weeks ago. With her belief of having a new found wealth came the belief she was super powerful. No longer would anyone look down on her or treat her like trash. In fact, this was her turn to treat everyone else like trash, just like she was doing right now with the hapless store employee.
Whilst she berated and belittled the store assistant, Tammy Flo was unaware that Fathom Simmington, her ‘sister-in-law’, was in the store also. Fathom heard Tammy Flo’s voice before she could see her as she made her way down from the 1st floor of the store and she grimaced upon hearing it. How on earth could this uncouth oaf be in any way associated with the Simmington family name she thought to herself.
As the store employee took away the coat, an outraged Fathom approached Tammy Flo and spoke in a hushed but firm manner.
Tammy Flo smirked as she read Fathom for filth leaving Fathom seething.
With the store manager taking the coat away, Fathom snapped at Tammy Flo.
Tammy Flo was left fuming as she watched Fathom walk away. How dare she to continue to treat her like this! Well, not for much longer Tammy Flo thought.
Later that evening, Clarke Hemmings was in his condo taking a shower when there was a knock at his front door. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he hastily made his way to answer it.
Feeling that he had no choice but to let her in, Clarke sighed and stepped aside. Texas brazenly walked in and looked around the apartment.
Not bothering to ask if she could smoke, Texas lit up a cigarette anyway and puffed on it through her stylish cigarette holder before blowing a smoke directly into his face.
This wasn’t making sense to Clarke. If Burke Simmington was going to offer him a bucket load of Simoleons so that he would divorce Brystle then it would be crazy of him to miss out on a jackpot like that.
So there it was , Texas was intent on destroying the marriage of her former husband. She wanted Brystle out of the picture, no doubt so that she could sink her claws back into her ex-husband. Clarke chuckled to himself as he got a bottle of nectar from the cupboard. He knew exactly what Texas was up to and how she was using him. Well, 2 could play that game he thought…
The smell of her perfume was driving Clarke crazy. Texas might be a lying, vicious schemer but boy did she turn him on!! Clarke was very much attracted to her even though he knew he was being used as a puppet for her. They’d even had a frantic woohoo session one time before that he was hoping would be repeated. Perhaps this was the night…
Hearing what she wanted from Clarke, a lusty Texas spun around and pushed Clarke against the bench. She viewed him as a pawn, someone who would help her get her ultimate aim – to destroy Burke’s marriage – but also she was attracted to Clarke. And right now he was looking mighty fine in the skimpy towel.
With the deal sealed with a slurpy smooch, Texas gazed into Clarke’s eyes. She intended to woohoo with him tonight but had to make it clear to him that it would not be repeated.
Clarke threw her onto the bed and took off his towel. Texas licked her lips at the sight of his glistening nude body and as he stepped forward she pulled him down onto the bed and then rolled on top of him as she was determined to remain in charge of this arrangement…
A couple of days later, Texas had gone to visit Burke in his office. She was aware of a meeting that Burke had arranged with Clarke and wanted to make sure her plan would go as it should. There was also the matter of discussing their ‘son’ Badam (or rather the imposter who they both believed to be Badam) and his recent marriage to Tammy Flo.
Recently Texas had been on better terms with her former husband and she felt it was right to discuss their ‘son’ with him and what they could do to reverse the situation with Tammy Flo. So, wearing a longer wig (for she knew Burke liked her with longer hair), she set about her next plan of action.
Texas didn’t want to alienate Burke especially after getting this close to him again. It was time to play the sympathetic , concerned ex-wife role again, knowing full well that she was the one responsible for Brystle’s recent misfortunes.
That was a relief for Texas to hear. As far Burke was concerned, Brystle had an accident, a clumsy accident that had cost him and Brystle the loss of their unborn baby. Little did he know that his scheming ex-wife had deliberately sought out Brystle that day and fired a hunting rifle that startled the horse Brystle was riding and threw her to the ground. Texas was secretly delighted she had gotten away with it.
There was definite spark between them, Texas could just feel it! The passion and love between them was still there, deeply buried. And it was her mission to keep digging until she brought it back to the surface. As they both got up from their chairs Burke had something else he wanted to mention to Texas.
For a fraction of a second there was a stirring within Burke, a remembrance of the feelings he once had for his former wife.
And then it was gone and Burke was back in the present.
Whilst they were having a moment together, outside Burke’s office Brystle had just arrived…
She was meeting Burke here along with Clarke and Burke’s personal lawyer Andre Wayward to see if they could settle the business of the divorce.
Brystle had never really taken to liking Andre. She found him slimy and untrustworthy. However, he was a damn good lawyer and fiercely loyal to Burke. If anyone could get the divorce with Clarke settled it would be him. And so she agreed and they both approached the office just as Texas made her exit from it.
The sight of Texas being here made Brystle’s blood boil! There was nothing but hatred between the 2 women and lately it had been intensified. Brystle was harbouring secret worries that Burke was getting too close to his former wife following Brystle’s riding accident. And she couldn’t help but feel that somehow Texas was involved in it. She even had overheard talk amongst the staff about it but it had been put to rest by Burke.
Texas loved her petty torments of poor Brystle. Making Brystle believe that there was something going on between her and Burke gave her such a kick! Texas could see quite clearly the misery this was causing poor innocent Brystle.
Brystle was distraught! Were her worst fears about Texas and Burke coming true???
Meanwhile, outside the building, a delighted and amped up Texas bumped into Clarke as he arrived for his meeting.
Texas may have been a great woohoo in bed but boy she was a bitch on the streets thought Clarke.
Smiling triumphantly, Texas took a deep breath. Toady was going to be a wonderful day she thought. Little did she know that Clarke was not about to dance to her tune…
Across town, a downbeat Mayhew and Malaudia had returned to visit the burned out shell of their former home. It was the first time for Mayhew to see the damage that had been done to his home due to the fact he had been wrongly imprisoned overseas for many months. And it was almost too much for him to take as he stood in the fire damaged living room.
A home that was built on lies thought Malaudia. For it had been bought at a time when Mayhew was having an affair with Brystle (before she had been involved with Burke) and Malaudia was locked up in the simitarium. Mayhew seemed to be forgetting all of this and Malaudia felt the need to remind him of a few home truths.
Malaudia, whilst relieved to have Mayhew home, had long accepted her marriage was over. Mayhew was in love with Brystle even thought he claimed it was in the past. But even though they’d been separated for all of these months, they still hadn’t made woohoo since Mayhew had returned. Malaudia had put this down to the trauma he must’ve suffered locked up in prison thousands of miles away but now she knew it was still due to his feelings for that damn Brystle!
Outside, a clearly angry and emotional Mayhew snapped as he saw carnage all around him in the ruins of his home and garden.
As they stood in silence together, Detective Noonan and Sergeant Bala, who were investigating the case and had brought them here today as this was still a crime scene, approached them.
Mayhew slowly nodded thought he didn’t quite believe what they were saying. And as they left, Sergeant Bala shared his fears with Detective Noonan.
Back in the garden, Mayhew was trying his best to keep his anger and hatred of Burke from exploding.
Meanwhile, back in Burke’s office, the meeting with Clarke was not going according to plan as he would not agree to Burke’s offer.
Burke glared at Clarke who seemed over cocky. And rightfully so as he did indeed have the upper hand.
Brystle looked on in shock not believing the demands Clarke was making and even worse, Burke was giving into them!
And with a quick signature on the divorce papers, Clarke was handed he cheque and was an instant multi-millionaire! For Burke, it was a small price to pay to be rid of Clarke from his and Brystle’s lives for good.
With a smile Clarke confidently strolled out of Burke’s office with the cheque in his pocket. He was felt a bit bad about leaving Brystle and never seeing her again, it had been good these past few months seeing her again but hey, both she and he were set up for life. She seemed to be in love with Burke so he felt it was best to take the money and run.
However, waiting for him outside was Texas and she did not share his happiness upon hearing the news of what he had done.
A furious Texas could not believe how Clarke had double crossed her! Just who the hell did he think he was??!! There was no way he was for getting away with this. So, as he walked away from her, Texas snatched her phone from her purse and called up her sleazy private detective Horgan Mess who she had on speed dial.
Texas glared at the disappearing figure of Clarke amongst the crowds. He’d thwarted her plans and now she would make sure he would pay…
Later that day, Devonique Domino was getting ready to leave on her trip overseas to Monte Vista. Her son Frankie was escorting her out to the waiting limo.
Frankie remained silent for he had been internally struggling with a lot of feelings that he had never experienced before he had met Heathen. And sensing she had hit a nerve again, Devonique tried to smooth it over with her son.
With a tear in her eye, Devonique reluctantly got into the waiting limo. She knew her son was denying his true feelings for Heathen and she dreaded to think what could happen whilst she was gone. Heathen was still vulnerable as he grieved for Fred and she didn’t want to see either him or her son get hurt.
Meanwhile Frankie watched the limo pull out of the driveway. With his mom and sister out of the house he was free to make a decision on something he had been struggling with for a while without any interference…
Heathen was by the pool when a call from the house was transferred to his personal phone. Whilst he didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now he reluctantly took the call.
It was Kris Fleegan, Heathen’s former roommate and good friend from San Myshuno.
A torn Heathen didn’t know what to say. Hearing his friend’s voice again after all this time reminded Heathen of the carefree life he once led back in San Myshuno. But too much had happened since those days and Heathen was not the same person anymore.
Kris could always talk Heathen around and right now, getting out and just living again was exactly what Heathen needed. Little did he know what was lying in store for him that evening….
Back at WindenburgSimmington, a frustrated and stressed Mikey Florence, the hired fraudster faking his way through life as Badam Simmington, was struggling to comprehend his workload. He’d more less forced to take on a role here at his ‘father’s’ company and as he had no experience in the business world , none of it was making any sense! Right now Mikey was beginning to regret ever taking on this role, this acting challenge, that Cyril Dolby had recruited him for. It was a role that he was going to be stuck with for the rest of his life and if it involved working here, Mikey was considering cutting his losses and running.
Just then, he caught sight of Thordon Gompson, the relatively new lawyer who had joined the company at the same time as him. Perhaps he could help him understand some of this paperwork! Mikey got up and ran after him, eventually catching him by the elevator.
Thordon, who had recently learned that HE was the real Badam Simmington but had not yet revealed this truth to anyone, ignored Mikey. And this enraged an already stressed out Mikey.
Thordon tried his best to continue to ignore Mikey, the fake Badam, the man who was masquerading in the life that Thordon should be leading.
That was enough for Thordon. Hearing this fraudster refer to Burke as his father caused his anger to explode and he grabbed Mikey by the throat pushing him back.
With super strength, Thordon threw the snivelling Mikey to the floor.
Thordon released Mikey and stood up. He casually straightened his jacket sleeves and called for the elevator again. Meanwhile a shaken Mikey slowly sat up in a mixture of shock and confusion. How had Thordon rumbled him??
Later that evening Clarke, feeling rather pleased with himself, had arrived back at his apartment building for what he believed would be his final night. He’d resigned from job at the gym and had made flight arrangements for first thing in the morning to take him to Sunlit Tides. It was there he intended to build a new life for himself using the 5 million Burke had earlier paid him. And as he got out of his car in the underground carpark in his apartment complex, Clarke smiled at the cheque he still held in his hand not quite believing his luck.
But it was short lived for from behind a column stepped 2 masked mean looking thugs who stopped Clarke in his tracks. Seeing they meant business, Clarke slid the cheque back into his pocket.
Quick as lightning one of the thugs threw his fist straight into Clarke’s face before following it up with a punch to the gut.
Clarke, although powerfully built himself, wasn’t standing a chance as this thug laid into him.
Clarke’s pockets were ransacked and the cheque was found. It was then they stepped back allowing a wounded Clarke to slowly and unsteadily stagger to his feet.
As the 2nd thug gave Clarke a severe bloody beating the 1st thug heard a noise from outside and tried to hurry his buddy along.
The thugs laughed as they walked away leaving Clarke a bloody mess on the floor. Badly injured, Clarke groaned and coughed as he rolled over. Burke Simmington sure had done a number on him he thought before passing out…
Outside the underground carpark the thugs were met by Horgan Mess, the sleazy PI that Texas had hired to orchestrate this whole thing.
At Siloli, a drunk Mikey lay passed out on his bedroom floor. When Thordon had went for him earlier that day Mikey had gone into a state of panic knowing his secret could be exposed at any moment. Cyril Dolby was not returning his calls and right now he felt dangerously alone and full of regrets for ever having agreed to this lie.
As he lay on the floor feeling sorry for himself, Tammy Flo walked into the bedroom having searched the house looking for her ‘husband’. And she was disgusted to see him in such a state on the floor.
An inebriated ‘Badam’ rolled over and began muttering.
Mikey sat himself up, as the room spun around, and tried his best to say what he had to say without throwing up.
Tammy Flo refused to believe what she was hearing. Surely this was just the ramblings of a drunk man?
The horror of what she was hearing had sunk in and Tammy Flo did not like it one bit!
Mikey was already passed out snoring loudly giving Tammy Flo time to reflect on what she had just discovered.
Heathen had met up with his old friend Kris and was having the time of his life on the dancefloor of Studio 45, a fabulous gay nightclub in Windenburg docks that was frequented by visiting sailors. In fact there were seamen all over the place and Kris was loving it!
It was Frankie….and he’d come for Heathen….
Heathen turned around and his jaw almost hit the floor as he saw a smiling Frankie standing there.
With his heart racing, Heathen followed Frankie outside. Once they were standing in the fresh night air, Heathen needed to know what was going on.
Could this be true Heathen thought? He wasn’t sure but right now he was beginning to well up with tears.
With a trembling hand, Frankie reached out and slowly caressed Heathen’s cheek.
It was the most perfect kiss for them both. As they finished, Heathen needed to know something for sure.
After successfully getting the divorce from Clarke finalised, a jubilant Burke and Brystle had a celebratory grand banquet meal at the mansion followed by brandy in the study. As they prepared to retire to their boudoir for the evening, Burke gently kissed his wife’s hand.
Wrapping his arm tightly around Brystle, Burke led her out into the corridor and they slowly meandered to the stairs.
Before they could ascend the stairs they were stopped by Joseph Flanders, the major-domo of the house.
As Joseph showed in the detectives’ Mayhew was at the top of the stairs. He’d been unable to sleep and was about to go out on a late night stroll to help focus his mind. Seeing the same detectives from earlier coming in, Mayhew stopped and watched the scene below him unfold.
Burke was outraged at what he was hearing and he wasn’t shy in letting the detectives know how he felt.
It was very satisfying for Mayhew to see his former boss being arrested and taken into custody. Burke Simmington had it coming he thought. Brystle however was beside herself seeing Burke being led away.
With Burke gone, the waspish Joseph gave Brystle a glare as he shook his head as if it to say this was all her fault. He offered no comforting words to the mistress of the house and instead walked off. Seeing her alone in the hallway, Mayhew made his presence known causing Brystle to spin around and look up at him.
Mayhew let Brystle ponder on that question. She always had her concerns about Burke and what he could be capable of but had always seen the good in him. But with Mayhew’s question ringing in her head, Brystle was already having serious doubts that Burke was innocent of organising this assault on Clarke.
Mayhew hated seeing his former lover so upset but she had been in denial about Burke for far too long. As hard as it seemed, he had to let her deal with this on her own. With that, Mayhew left Brystle and went to his room.
Downstairs Brystle stood alone as she fought back tears, the enormity of it all becoming too much. If Burke had organised this, could she justify staying married to him? And at what cost….