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Kingsport #51

In the days following the non-wedding of Will Montgomery and Dr. Connor Windsor, everyone in Kingsport wondered what had actually happened to make Connor run off into the abyss. Were things as bad as the leaked story in the Kingsport Press intoned? Was it true that Will was a spoiled, over privileged monster? Could it be that Connor had been kidnapped by an organized crime syndicate? No one knew for sure, but everyone had theory. The Montgomery family wasn’t speaking to the press while the Windsors were hounded day and night for comment. It was in this moment that Raquel Windsor decided that she had to speak to Alison and Charles in order to clear the air. Although Alistair Windsor advised his wife against her impulsive decision, he accompanied her to the Montgomery Estate as a throng of photographers chased them through the quiet lanes of Kingsport.

“I have nothing to say to either of you,” snapped Alison Farrell Montgomery. She stood near the window of the Smoking Room as Charles Montgomery, IV surveyed their errant guests over a glass of whisky. “I always knew your son was an egomaniac, but for him to abandon my son at the altar on their wedding day…! It’s exceedingly cruel!”

Raquel could feel sweating pouring down her body. “We didn’t know Connor wasn’t going to show up, Alison! You have to believe us!”

“I don’t have to believe anything you say, Raquel!” roared Alison.

“Alistair, we’ve been trying to console Billy for days, but it’s impossible. We both know you and Raquel are not wholly responsible for Connor’s actions, yet I don’t think it’s best for us to meet in this manner when emotions are so raw,” intoned Charles. He scanned Alistair and Raquel before adding, “What’s done is done. We’ll have to find a way to move on.”

“And to think we gave Connor a second chance after everything he did to India,” growled Alison.

“Hold on, Alison,” interrupted Alistair. “Nothing was ever proven. We all know your daughter lives in a reality of her own.”

“I won’t…” began Alison.

Alistair took Raquel by the arm and led her towards the door of the Smoking Room. “We’ll never know what really happened between Will and Connor. Something made Connor decide that he couldn’t go through with the wedding. I’m sorry for the shame it’s brought to your family and the scandal it’s brought to mine.”

Charles watched Alistair and Raquel leave the Smoking Room as he released a heavy sigh. “You needn’t’ve been so forcefully with Alistair and Raquel.”

Alison rolled her eyes. “The Windsors are not my concern; Billy is my concern, Charles.” She collapsed into an overstuffed chair and buried her head in her hands. “I can’t believe we let this happen to our little boy.”

“He’s not a little boy anymore, Alison. Billy will recover. Actually, Alistair had a point: Neither of us know what happened in Billy and Connor’s relationship which caused Connor to run off.”

“I can’t believe you’re taking their side!”

“Alison, I’m not. However, you and I both know that relationships are complicated. Connor may have had a very good reason to leave Billy at the altar. We’ll never know for sure. In the meantime, we have to be there for our son. We can’t abandon him now.”

“Go away. I don’t want to see anybody.”

India Montgomery closed the door to Will’s bedroom before she said, “I told you Connor is a very bad man. You should have believed me.”

Will wiped his eyes as he turned to his sister with stunned irritation. “Not everything is about you, India! God! I don’t even know why you’re here. Just go away.”

“You need to listen to me, Billy!”

“Get out of my room,” hissed Will.

“Billy, Connor is a bad man. What he did to you is…unforgiveable…but, you will forgive him because that’s who you are, Billy. You forgive bad people all the time.”

“I’ve never forgiven you for making my entire life a living hell.”

“I only tried to love you,” simpered India. “When you took Connor from me, I didn’t hurt you. I…I didn’t hurt Connor, either. I let you have him…now it looks like karma has done the rest for me.”

“How can you say that to me?”

“Because your feelings don’t matter to me. Billy, you need to wake up! Connor never loved you. He’s said he’s loved me for years…”

“Get out of my room, India!!!!”

“And no matter how much Connor says he loves you, it will never be true! He humiliated you! If I were you, I wouldn’t be sitting in my room crying over that man. I’d thank my lucky stars I avoided a lifetime of misery with that man.”

Will’s eyes narrowed on his sister. His sister. How he hated this woman. His first conscious memory of India was of her trying to push him down the grand staircase. It only got worse from there. And now, at his lowest moment, his sister was trying to insist that he move on from Connor when she was the one who was obsessed with him. “India, I know exactly what you’re doing. You are one of the most selfish people I know!”

“I’m not selfish,” gasped India. “Billy…”

“Enough! God, I hate you. You’ve been obsessed with Connor for years. He’s never returned your sick obsession with him and now you’re trying to get me out of the picture so you can – what? – get him to love you all over again? You are twisted, India! Quite frankly, if I never spoke to you again, I’d be the happiest man alive. Now get out of my room before I do something I won’t regret!”

India stood in stunned silence that her usually meek mannered and easy to manipulate brother had bared his claws. She quietly left her brother’s bedroom suite, started down the corridor, and stopped. Maybe, just maybe, she could use this situation to her advantage. Connor was gone, but it didn’t mean he didn’t love her; it meant he didn’t love Will. And, in that moment of clarity, India knew that one day she would have the man she loved because he had shown her that Will wasn’t the Montgomery he wanted; it was her.

 

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Kingsport #50

“All of Kingsport, Manhattan, London, Paris, and Hong Kong are a twitter with the news of today’s wedding of Montgomery scion, William Harrison Montgomery to Dr. Connor Lorenzo Windsor, both of Kingsport, Connecticut. The wedding ceremony will take place at a private chapel on the Montgomery Estate for close family and invited guests before the reception which is rumored to be hosted in the grand ballroom on the estate for three hundred and fifty people,” explained the Kingsport Press in breathless detail. “William Montgomery, the youngest child of Charles Montgomery, IV and Alison Farrell Montgomery, is the owner of the Kingsport Polo Club as well as the captain for the King’s Polo team. Dr. Connor Windsor, the eldest child of Alistair and Raquel Windsor, is a surgeon at Fairfield County Hospital…”

Jill Stanhope Montgomery tossed the newspaper aside as she took a deep, cleansing breath. Although she tried to block out the events of the other from her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about her moment of passion with Connor. Her body ached for him. He still knew everything that made her quiver, cry, moan, and melt. Warren hadn’t had sex with her in three months. To have a man inside of her…on top of her…and ravaging her made Jill want nothing more than to run off with the man who was due to marry her brother-in-law at eleven o’clock this morning.

“Are you ready?” Warren Montgomery walked into his wife’s dressing room as he fastened his nineteenth century cuff links.

“DeShawn will be here to do my hair in a few minutes. We won’t be late.”

Warren eyed Jill carefully. “We can’t be late for my brother’s wedding,” stressed Warren. “I’m his best man.”

Jill fastened an emerald and sapphire bracelet around her wrist. “We’ll be early,” smiled Jill, lightly.

“We should’ve stayed at the estate last night,” muttered Warren. “With all of the out of town guests coming in today, there may be traffic.”

“We’ll be fine,” sighed Jill. “Warren, I want to apologize.”

“For what?”

“Everything. I know I haven’t been myself recently and I am sorry. I should have put my personal beliefs and feelings aside when it came to Will’s wedding.”

Touched by his wife’s sudden about face, Warren kissed her forehead. “That means a lot. Thank you, Jill.”

Just then, the doorbell rang as Jill’s phone bleated to life. “That’s DeShawn. Showtime,” tittered Jill.

            “I don’t think we should be talking right now,” Nicholas said into his cell phone as he waited to climb into an idling black town car. “What we did the other night…”
“We didn’t do anything wrong. It was just a kiss,” whispered Will.

“You’re getting married today. I knew it was a bad idea letting myself get sucked into your orbit again,” snapped Nicholas.

“Please don’t be mad at me, Nicholas. I… I was in a weak state and I should’ve known better,” stammered Will. “I just… Help me make sense of what to do, Nicholas.”

“I can’t, Monty. You’re on your own.”

“Nicholas…”

“Monty, I can’t be your talk-to. If you want to marry Connor, marry him. If you don’t, call it off. Either way, the decision is yours. I can’t… No, I won’t be your consolation prize or back-up plan. Whatever you do next, you have to do it on your own.”

The chapel on the Montgomery Estate was last used on the occasion of Warren’s wedding to Jill. Outside of that, the chapel sat dormant except of weekly cleanings and the off times when the Montgomery family would use it to repent for sins of the past, present, and future. Sheila Davenport, Dylan Davenport, Lisa Davenport Collins, Jackson Collins, Oliver Collins, Elijah Davenport, Faren Davenport, and Nicholas Davenport made

their way into the chapel past the assembled press dressed in their finest wedding couture. Eli led Faren towards the holding area where she joined her cousins, Hannah and Kate Montgomery, the other flower girls in the wedding party.

“How tastefully done,” Sheila said to Dylan, who walked by her side.

“I suppose,” muttered Dylan. “I’m surprised Charles allowed the press to attend.”

Sheila pursed her lips. “Raquel Windsor begged for press coverage. People like Raquel think the Montgomerys are a royal family.”

“Aren’t they?” mused Dylan.

“Royalty doesn’t have this much money,” tutted Sheila.

“I didn’t think you’d come to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding,” Lisa whispered to Nicholas as they made their way to their pew.

Nicholas lowered his eyes before saying, “If I didn’t come, people would talk. I’m happy for them.”

Lisa gave Nicholas a curious stare. “All right. If that’s the story you want to tell…”

“Drop it,” Nicholas ordered his sister. “Let’s enjoy the wedding.”

In a small sun drenched waiting room, Will waited calmly as Warren finished tying his bow tie. “Is everyone here?” worried Will.

“Yes,” said Warren, calmly. “Uncle Walton and his brood just showed up.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“Jill texted me. Everything is going to be fine, Billy.”

Will forced a smile onto his face. Despite everything that had happened, he could feel the clouds lift. He was getting married today to the man he loved! Will couldn’t think of anything more wonderful. A second later, the clock stuck eleven. Without a word, Will drew a deep breath before leaving the room and walking towards the altar.

It had been agreed that Will would begin the processional with Alison and Charles followed by Connor and his parents. After what seemed like years of stress and worry, Will cast a confidant eye over the his wedding guests. They were dressed in their finest morning clothes just for the occasion. Even his sister, India, and his sister-in-law, Jill, looked good. Will smiled confidently at Nicholas Davenport because he knew his future was with Connor. As Will took his place at the altar with Warren by his side, they faced up the aisle to await Connor’s entrance. The music swelled and…

Nothing.

Silence.

Three seconds (which felt like six years) ticked by.

More silence.

Someone coughed.

Silence.

People looked at each other with mounting concern coupled with polite society smiles.

More people coughed.

Will turned to Warren with pensive dread in his eyes.

Alison grabbed Charles’ hand with a heavy squeeze. Their eyes locked ever so briefly before they both cast them to the stone floor.

Suddenly, the door to the chapel opened.

Everyone turned around with eager anticipation.

Alistair Windsor stepped into the chapel with a worn look on his face. “We… He’s gone. We don’t know where he is. Will…I’m so sorry.”

Will let out a scream so deafening, it sounded primal. His blood ran cold before he collapsed into Warren’s arms in front of the entire congregation. A second later, everything went black.

 

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Kingsport #46

The ballroom on the Montgomery Estate was a feast for the senses. On this, the occasion of Alison Farrell Montgomery’s birthday, only people from the most salubrious backgrounds and carefully crafted lineages were invited to share in the festivities. Dignitaries the world over chatted with royals, aristocrats, and the great and good of Kingsport. Although Alison never liked to make a fuss about anything, she always allowed others to create a fuss about her birthday. This was the first time in years Alison had celebrated her birthday in Kingsport. Unbeknownst to everyone else, she was secretly happy to have her family around her during this wonderful time.

“I see India and Will are keeping their distance from each other,” said Sheila Davenport over the rim of her champagne flute.

Alison fiddled with the ruby and diamond bracelet, a birthday present from Charles, on her wrist. “I spoke to them this morning. I don’t want a scene in front of a prince or an ambassador.”

Sheila let out a small laugh. “Charles has really outdone himself this year, hasn’t he?”

“It’s the least he can do,” teased Alison. “He managed to invite the right people, fly in my favorite chefs, and ensure nothing but restrained elegance filled our ballroom.”

Sheila took note of Alison’s choice of words. “Our?”

“Yes,” bristled Alison, brightly. “It’s our family home.”

“You needn’t get defensive. I think… Darling, you know how I hate to intercede, but maybe it’s time you and the old coot called a truce.”

“We have. We have our lives…”

“That’s not what I mean,” insisted Sheila. She quickly stopped talking as one of the Princesses of Andover came over to wish Alison a happy birthday before being whisked away for a dance by a certain nobleman. “No matter how much I visiting you in Paris, I would love it even more if my best friend came home.”

Alison nodded at Sheila’s words. “Sometimes… Sheila, you cannot repeat this to anyone!” She waited for Sheila to swear her silence before stating, “Sometimes I miss Kingsport. I miss the estate. Yes, it’s very easy for me to visit or have the children visit me, but it’s not the same. Don’t get me wrong, I love Paris. It is my home, but Kingsport…” Alison’s voice drifted off into the ether. “I suppose I’m simply being an old nostalgic,” laughed Alison.

“Mrs. Montgomery!” Barbara Wilkes deftly made her way through the throngs of the rich and the good as her formal maid’s outfit tried to cut off her circulation.

“What?” said Alison, evenly.

“There’s a man here to see you.”

“Which one?” goaded Alison. “There are far too many men here to know…”

“Count Andre du Renault,” Barbara replied in badly broken Franco English.

Alison felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. She caught Sheila’s eye as she said, “I didn’t invite him!”

“Where is he?” Sheila asked Barbara, crisply.

“In the Morning Room,” answered Barbara.

“You may go,” Sheila told Barbara. Once Sheila saw that the little maid had faded into the background, Sheila looked at Alison’s ashen face. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Alison shook her head as she quietly glided out of the ballroom and into the long corridor which led to the Morning Room. She hadn’t seen Andre in months and, quite frankly, she doubted if she would ever see him again after their last confrontation. He was the first man in years who made her feel alive in a personal and sexual way, but India had come between them as she had done to so many people in the past. As Alison pushed open the door to the Morning Room, she saw Andre leaning against the fireplace with a tumbler of whisky in his hand. Before she would speak, he turned to her and said, “Thank you for inviting me, ma chérie.”

“I didn’t invite you,” snapped Alison as she closed the door to the Morning Room. “I told you I never wanted to see you again, Andre.”

“My love, you don’t mean that! If you did, you wouldn’t’ve invited me to celebrate the occasion of your birth.”

Even though she vowed to loathe this man for the rest of her life, his sweet words always made her wet with desire mixed with hot, ripe passion.

“Andre,” Alison said after a moment, “I promise you I didn’t invite you to my home. You must be mistaken.”

Count Andre du Renault procured a gilded invitation from the breast pocket of his tuxedo and handed it to Alison. She studied it with great care. Yes, the invitation came from the Montgomery family office with all of the details concerning tonight’s event. “My love, I came here to be with you.”

“I don’t want to be with you. Not after you were with my daughter!”

“But I wasn’t! She pursued me. She…mixes things up so I don’t know what’s right or sideways. That woman is evil, ma chérie.”

“Just go, Andre. If you love me, leave. I don’t want my husband or my children to see you.”

Crestfallen, Andre placed a small box on an end table before gracefully walking to the door, kissing Alison on the cheek, and leaving the Morning Room.

Confused and shaken, Alison knew she had to regain her composure before she returned to the ballroom. After a few brief moments, Alison screwed up her nerves, checked herself in the mirror, and opened the door of the morning room when she gasped. There, standing in the shadows was India, leaning against the wall. “India! You scared me to death.”

“I wanted to be sure you got your birthday present,” sneered India.

Alison’s eyes went wide at the callous tone her daughter directed towards her. “You…” stammered Alison, quickly. “Why would you do something that like that, India?”

India slowly walked over to her mother, grabbed her by the shoulders, kissed her cheek, and whispered into Alison’s ear, “Because I can.”

As Alison stood frozen in horror, she watched India glide down the corridor like a figment of her imagination. It was in that moment that Alison finally understood something she’d denied for years: India was capable for anything. Anything.

 

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Kingsport #43

“Engagement of the Century Called Off: Behind the fights, battles, and brawls which ruined Will Montgomery’s chance for happiness!”

The headline blared across the front page of the Kingsport Press with such immediacy no one could tell if the headline was a cruel joke or a vindictive attempt at the truth. From the confines of the country club to well-appointed breakfast rooms to the docks of Kingsport, everyone (even those who claimed they had no vested interest in society) was shocked by the headline which assaulted their mundane breakfast and morning commutes. Even the most intrepid gossipmongers couldn’t believe their eyes which made them call the Kingsport Press only to find that their telephone lines were jam packed with reporters from around the world wanting an exclusive of one sort or another.

There was one person who knew all too well that while the headline dripped of truth, it didn’t represent the facts of Will’s engagement to Connor. Yes, he knew that Will could be terribly passive and wholly difficult, while Connor liked to have things his own way, lest everyone else suffer the repercussions. However, this person also knew a hit job when he saw one. He could feel…sense…that there was one person behind this story…and as he stood on the precipice of confrontation, Warren Montgomery knew that if he didn’t confront the culprit behind this story once and for all, there would never be peace in his family.

“Thank you for meeting with me.” Warren Montgomery let out a jagged cough before saying, “I take it you’ve seen this dreck?”

India Montgomery watched as Warren dropped the Kingsport Press on a marble coffee table in the Morning Room of the Montgomery Estate. Her eyes flickered over the overwrought headline before she said, “Oh. No. I haven’t.”

Warren eyed his sister with intense scrutiny. His sister was someone most people couldn’t bear to be around due to her unpredictable nature. He, however, knew her for exactly who she was. After all, he’d known her since the day of her birth in a way no one, not even their parents could claim. “India, please tell me you didn’t go to the press with this…gossip…”

“Warren, please don’t look at me like that! I… I didn’t do… This isn’t my fault!”

“Then you admit it?!? You always say that it isn’t your fault before you reveal that you’re behind it.” Warren let out a furious growl. “I can’t believe you would do this to Billy!”

“I didn’t mean to do it! I… Warren,” India began, desperately, “it wasn’t my fault. I promise.” Her dark eyes flickered with unknown mystery. “I don’t know what happened. One minute I was…and the next…” Her voice cracked with hopeless resignation as the tears began to flow. “Warren, you have to believe me!! Everyone else has written me off…but you…you’re the only person I can trust!”

“I can’t believe you would do this to Billy! He’s getting married in two weeks!”

“But Connor doesn’t love him, Warren!” stated India with grave intensity. “Connor’s a very bad man!”

“Not this again,” groaned Warren. “Connor has been far too patient with you over the last decade. You’re lucky that Mom and Dad have the resources to keep you away from legal action, India. If you were from some trailer park or something, you’d be in jail right now.”

“Warren, please, listen to me. I only…the reason I told the newspaper about Billy and Connor’s fight and the drama surrounding their wedding is…well, it’s true!”

“He’s our brother,” thundered Warren. “You’ve betrayed him in the worst way!”

“But I didn’t!”

“You just admitted…”

“I told the papers, but I only told them what I heard!”

“What?”

“Warren, I didn’t… Jill was the one who told me about the big fight Connor and Will had the other week. She told me.” India lowered his eyes as she said in a low, dark voice, “I’m sorry, Warren.”

“You’re lying,” seethed Warren. “Jill would never…”

“She did!” interjected India. “And she did it without any help from me. She gladly told me about the fight Connor and Billy had when they were looking at centerpieces or whatever. If you want to blame someone, blame your wife,” spat India, viciously.

Warren stared at his sister with dumbfounded disbelief. He knew Jill didn’t approve of Will’s marriage to Connor, but he never would have guessed that his wife would have told India about their ongoing problems. “Jill… India, you must be mistaken. You’ve always had a tenuous grasp on the truth.”

India let out a frustrated chuckle. “Me?? Oh, that’s right. I’m the crazy one. I’m the one who can’t tell her elbow from her ass. No matter what this family thinks of me, I’m not crazy, Warren. Jill told me what she knew and I told the press. Either way, Connor has no business marrying Billy when he’s already told me that he doesn’t love Billy.”

“He told you that?”

India nodded with satisfied glee. “Connor wants to be with me…and as soon as this article renders his marriage to Billy moot, then he’ll come back to me.”

“You really will do anything to feed your delusional dreams, won’t you, India?”

“Warren,” gasped India, “I’m telling you the truth!”

“No! You’re telling me what I want to hear. I pray to God that Billy and Connor are smart enough not to let this story ruin their wedding day.”

“You’re not going to tell them that it was me, are you? If you do, I’d just die, Warren!” India’s eyes flashed with shades of horror and fear. “I don’t know what I’d do… I… Please, Warren,” pleaded India, basely, “don’t tell them it was me!” Her eyes filled with cold, salty tears. “Oh, god! If Jill hadn’t told me then none of this would’ve happened. I hate myself, Warren. Please…please…”

Warren cast a disgusted eye on his sister, who was sobbing on her knees in the Morning Room of their family’s estate. He didn’t know what to say to her, but he’d seen this act many times before. In that moment, Warren knew that the only thing he could do was walk away from his sister. He had to ensure that Billy was all right and that Connor wasn’t taking him for a ride. Moreover, Warren had to confront Jill about her alleged role in India leaking this story to the press. If his wife was behind it, then Warren had no idea what to do next. However, he knew all too well that India lived in a world of fantasy and delusion, but, on occasion, that world collided with that of truth and reality…

 

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Kingsport #37

Kenny Wilkes chugged the last beer in Barbara’s refrigerator before devouring what was left of his sandwich. A mighty belch escaped his gut as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed his protruding belly with a heavy sigh and sank deeper into the sofa. While he missed his trailer back home, he did like the fact that his little wife made good money working as a maid for that rich family on the edge of town. He didn’t care if she liked it or not because she always had food, money, and now a good place to live by his standards. For Kenny, life was sweet. The sound of Barbara opening the front door prompted Kenny to remain seated as he flipped on the television. “Hope you got more beer,” he barked at her.

Barbara Wilkes glared at Kenny with marked contempt. How she hated this man. She hated everything about him from his yellowing teeth, unkempt toenails, and vile smell. Barbara wanted nothing more than for this waste of flesh to vanish from the face of the earth. She still couldn’t figure out how he’d been able to track her to Kingsport, but Barbara had a plan. No matter what, Kenny Wilkes wouldn’t stand in her way of obtaining her singular goal…the only reason she’d come to Kingsport. “You need to find yourself a job,” snapped Barbara.

“Why’d I do that?” Kenny glowered at her with seething contempt. “You’re my wife, girlie.”

“I am not a girl!”

“You’ll always be my sweet little girl… Sweet as the day I showed you how to have sex. So pure. So innocent.”

“I was a child!” retorted Barbara. “If my mother hadn’t been drugged out of her mind, she never would’ve allowed you to marry me.”

Kenny smiled cunningly. “Give ‘em pills, booze, cigarettes…and never stop. Perfect way to get someone to do whatever ya say.”

“I want you out of my apartment, Kenny. I mean it.”

“Ain’t for you to say. I’m your husband. It’s as much my place as yours. As a matter of fact, think it is time you started giving me your pay like you did before. You know you’re bad with money. Can’t be trusted. Probably go out and buy something fancy the likes of you don’t need. What ya got in your wallet?”

Barbara saw nothing but a flash of red as Kenny lunged for her purse. She quickly grabbed it, held it tight, and backed away from him. “No! I’m not giving you a cent!”

“You’d better do what’s right for you!”

“Or what?”

Kenny narrowed his beady eyes. “I’ll knock your ass into next year. You choose.”

Barbara held her ground as she stared into his blank eyes. “No.”

Before Kenny could strike her, Barbara pushed him with such force, he tripped over his feet before crashing into the coffee table. Stunned, Kenny touched his forehead to find it covered in blood. “You little bitch! I’m a kill you.”

“Go to hell!”

“Oh. I see. The little whore thinks she’s above herself now. You ain’t nothing, girlie…’cept my wife.” Kenny rose with a wobble, started for the bathroom, and said, “This ain’t over.”

As Kenny walked into the bathroom, Barbara felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew that today was the day for her plan to come into effect. Barbara calmly walked to the kitchen, opened the bag from the pharmacy, and examined the little bottle. The cure to all of her problems resided in this anonymous plastic tube. Little did Kenny know, but his days of tormenting Barbara would soon come to an end…as would life as he knew it…

India Montgomery waited in the parking lot of the hospital until she spied Dr. Connor Windsor coming out of the building. She watched him for a moment as a wave of desire crushed her heart. Despite everything this man had done to her, she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t. There was no way in the world she would lose him to Billy. “I need to talk to you,” called India as she raced over to him. “You can’t go through with the wedding!”

Connor glared at India with marked contempt. “Get out of my face, India.”

“No. I know about your fight with Billy.”

Connor shot India an incredulous look. “How on earth…”

“It’s okay,” whispered India. “You don’t have to marry him.” She stroked his beard with a small smile. “I can be everything he can’t be for you, Connor. Billy’s a fool to let you go.”

Connor swatted away her hand before saying, “You need to understand that I have never…and will never…love you, India.”

“Yes, you do! What we had…”

“We had nothing,” seethed Connor. “You’re crazy. Everyone says so.”

“Connor, don’t… Please don’t be mean to me,” India said as she battled back tears. “I know you love me!”

He took a step towards India, stared into her watery eyes, and deftly ran his hands down her thighs. “You like when I do that…” Connor leaned close to India as he exhaled on her swan like neck. “Remember when,” he said in a low, terrifying voice, “I would…well, you remember…”

India could feel herself begin to quake under his spell. “Don’t marry Billy. You…you can’t do that to me, Connor.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, India. I always have…and I always will.” Connor unlocked his car with a vicious laugh. “I love Billy. He believes it. The world believes it. No one will ever believe a word you say, India. I made sure of that a long time ago. Maybe one day…we can remember when…”

India watched Connor drive away, but in her heart of hearts she knew that he would keep his word. If Connor didn’t love Billy, then she would make sure that their wedding never happened. Yes, she didn’t have much time, but if it’s one thing India Montgomery knew how to do, it was how to ruin her brother’s life in order to get what was rightfully hers.

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Kingsport #36

“Ali, you didn’t!!!” exclaimed Sheila Davenport.

Alison Farrell Montgomery sipped a chilled glass of wine in the comfort of her award-winning English garden. “Billy needed to hear the truth, Sheila,” reasoned Alison. “Connor is all wrong for him.”

Sheila cleared her throat. “Ali, you told me weeks ago that you wouldn’t insert yourself into the middle of Will’s relationship with Connor.”

“I haven’t!”

“You have!” Sheila refilled her wine glass. “If you keep this up, Will is going to end up alone and he’ll blame you for ruining his chance for happiness with Connor.”

“Sheila, what am I supposed to do? Connor is so weak-willed that he can’t handle the fact that I want to buy my son a house as a wedding present! It’s not my fault Alistair Windsor squanders whatever income and assets he has on cheap booze and even cheaper teenage girls!” Alison fingered the white tablecloth. “I can think of fifty well-bred men in Europe, Asia, Australia, South America, and Africa who would be perfect for Billy…but he wants Connor.”

“Yes, he does. Besides, Will won’t make a bad decision. He’s not like Nicholas.”

Alison nodded in agreement. “Is Nicholas still trying to find himself?”

“Worse than that,” sighed Sheila. “He wanted to sell his shares in Davenport Technology to Elijah…for all people…”

“How did you stop him?”

“I’m the trustee on Nicholas’ trust fund. He can’t do a thing with those shares without my consent.”

Alison pondered Sheila’s words carefully before saying, “I wonder why we have such a hard time letting our youngest children live their lives without our interference?”

“I wish I knew,” reflected Sheila, honestly. “I don’t want someone to take advantage of Nicholas…in much the same way I’m sure you don’t want Connor to take advantage of Will.”

“Exactly! This is why we’re best friends,” smiled Alison.

“I do hope Will and Connor get married. I’m having the most delightful dress made in London,” cooed Sheila.

Alison smiled, lightly. “I’d be surprised if Billy went through with the wedding, but, I suppose, anything is possible.”

“Oh. Hello, Mama. Mrs. Davenport,” said Jill Stanhope Montgomery as she walked through the English garden. “It’s a lovely day.”

Alison forced a tight smile on her face. “Jill. What brings you to the estate?”

Jill stood her ground because she knew her mother-in-law would love nothing more than to see her falter. “Hannah and Kate wanted to see the new puppies. Warren called ahead. I merely wanted to enjoy a cool drink inside…if that’s all right with you, Mama.”

“As you were,” Alison stated with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Jill smiled pertly, walked into the main house, and took a deep breath. She knew that neither Sheila nor Alison realized that she’d overheard most of their private conversation. Jill couldn’t stop from giggling at the thought that Will might call off his wedding to Connor. It would cause a scandal among their set, but it meant Jill could avoid that wedding. Jill couldn’t believe her luck. As Jill walked into the Morning Room, she ordered a drink from the kitchen, sank into a chair, and felt like everything was going right for the first time in a long time.

“You’re here a lot.” India Montgomery eyed her sister-in-law with great contempt as she picked up a long-forgotten book on a side table.

“It’s nice to see you, too, India,” said Jill, lightly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” snapped India. “I hope you’re not staying long.”

“I’m Warren’s wife. I have every right to be on the family estate,” huffed Jill.

India eyed Jill carefully. Even though Jill was married to Warren, India felt nothing towards her. To India, Jill was just a woman with too many high ideas and little substance. “Tell your husband to come see me. It’s been years.”

“Then come by for dinner tonight. I’m sure Hannah and Kate would love to see their Auntie Indi.”

“Some other time,” India replied, stiffly. “If you’ll excuse me…”

Just then, a brilliant thought flooded Jill’s mind. She knew she had to act fast, so she said, “I suppose you haven’t heard the news.”

“The lives of the masses do not interest me,” sniffed India.

Jill felt like a cat toying with its prey. “Oh. I thought you’d like to know about Connor and… Oh, never mind.”

“Connor?” The name fell from India’s lips with such passion she felt like she’d erupt. “What about Connor?”

Jill sighed, lightly. “Oh, it’s probably nothing. Anyway, the masses don’t interest you, so…”

“Tell me, Jill.” India’s eyes darkened with hot anger. “If you don’t…”

Jill could feel the hairs rising on her arms. She knew India was unpredictable, but she had never seen it for herself. She’d never seen India go from pleasant to terrifying in the span of a few seconds. In all truth, Jill was frightened. “I heard…that Will…is considering calling off his wedding to Connor.”

“Who told you that?!?” India demanded to know.

“I can’t say!”

“Tell me, Jill!!!”

“I heard your mother tell Sheila,” Jill said, quickly. “Apparently, Will and Connor had a fight the other day and…” Before Jill could finish her thought, India was gone. Jill tried to catch her breath just as one of the servants brought her a perfectly chilled glass of iced tea. However, Jill couldn’t think about anything in the moment except for the fact that she’d given India a loaded gun. Everyone knew how India felt about Will and Connor. It was only a matter of time before India did something to ensure Will called off the wedding. However, no one could blame this on Jill. Alison and Sheila didn’t know she’d overheard them. No one would ever believe India. And, in that moment, Jill realized she’d played this just right. Her hands were clean. Whatever happened next wouldn’t be her fault because Will was already having doubts, Connor was fiery, and India was unstable. No, Jill told herself, whatever happens next won’t be my fault…It’ll be God’s will. And, with that realization, Jill Stanhope Montgomery absolved herself of everything that would transpire from this split decision…

 

In our next installment, Kenny demands more of Barbara…

 

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