Helena walked into her suite, the door closing behind her. Placing her handbag on the desk in the corner, her mouth curved into a wide grin.

Sitting down on the plush couch of the Penthouse Suite, she thought back on all that she had put into place; all those people whose lives she had been toying with. The people that had been a thorn in her side for years were finally getting what they so richly deserved.

Getting up and walking over to the wet bar, she poured herself a large glass of the finest Russian Vodka. Picking up her glass, she walked over to the French doors and opened one, stepping out onto the terrace. She looked out over the view of Port Charles. As she took a sip from her glass, her smile grew even wider.

"All the players have done my bidding beautifully," she said to no one, her focus on the small town laid out in front of her. "Who knew destroying my enemies would be this easy, not to mention, rather fun."

She laughed, softly at first, then her laugh grew louder, almost maniacal. Her head was thrown back. As she quieted down, a sinister look crossed her features.

"All the pieces are in place. My grandson is now devastated, finding out he is indeed not the father of the tiny tot Aidan." She rolled her eyes, "What sort of wretched name is that?" She takes a small sip from her glass. "Now I have the young Spencer thinking he is the father of the child. For now, of course." She breathes in the late summer air and closes her eyes, her smile returning, "Won't he be surprise when he finds out he has been duped as well."

She continued, "Little Miss Webber," she shook her head, "She has no clue about the true paternity of the child." She shrugged, "How could she, really? She has no clue about the little procedure that took place. The girl lost a whole day of her life, and yet she has no idea anything was off." She took another sip and shrugged, "Fortunate, for me, I suppose, since she has no idea that she became pregnant, not because of her promiscuity, but because I deemed it so."

She walked closer to the ledge and placed her glass upon it. Crossing her arms in front of her, her eyes scanning the city below, she continued speaking to thin air, "Now it is just a matter of time before ripping each one of their lives apart. How horrified will they all be when they learn the truth? I already have my grandson on his knees. He deserves it for turning his back on his family, his destiny. Now for the young Spencer, well how horrified will he be when he finds out that he is indeed not the father either. Yes, dear Lucky, your precious Elizabeth has, yet again, had a child with the one man that has been a thorn in your relationship for over a decade. "

She picked up her glass, taking a larger sip before holding it in front of her with both hands, the grin back on her face. "What a surprise they will all have: Luke Spencer, yet again, losing a grandchild; Lucky Spencer, for the third time, not the father of Elizabeth's baby; Nicolas, my darling grandson, losing a son, and any chance at a life with the Webber waif; Elizabeth Webber, realizing that neither of her lovers are the father, and realizing that the father is indeed someone very close to home. " She laughs softly, "Yes, I even get to cause a bit of havoc to the dangerous Mr. Morgan's life. Was rather easy since I had a bit of help from his recent bedmate. Seems Natasha's bastard child has that Cassadine spark. She is as manipulating and conniving as her grandfather was. If I wasn't so sickened by her mother's existence, I might be impressed." She took a deep breath again, letting it out slowly. "Well, Sam did come to me, wanting a child, and insisting that the child was Jason's. She didn't say who the mother should be. So, in the end, I will destroy her as well." She turned and walked back into the suite, her glass held firmly with both hands. "She will get the shock of her life when she realizes what I have done. They all will. Their lives will blow up in their faces, and I will finally have my revenge."

She turns and stands in the doorway on the terrace and raises her glass in a toast toward the town. She brings the glass to her lips and empties it. Bringing down the glass, she smiled again, enjoying the thoughts of what was to come.