I never expected to fall for Daniel Grayson. He was supposed to just be a means to an end, my way into the Grayson family so that I cold exact my revenge on them for what they did to my father.
Maybe I should back this story up and explain to you who I am and why I hate the Grayson family. My name is Amanda Clarke but for the majority of this story you will hear me referred to as Emily Thorn. When I was 9 years old the Grayson family namely Victoria and Conrad framed my father for the downing of Flight 197. My father was convicted and sent to prison and I was forced to spend my childhood being bounced around from foster home to foster home, because nobody wanted to raise the child of a terrorist. For a while I still believed in my father's innocence but as I read and heard the media coverage of the case it became harder to keep that faith. I ended up in a juvenile detention center after burning down one of my foster homes. I stayed there until my 18th birthday. Upon my release I met Nolan Ross. He's the man who helped me renew my faith in my father's innocence. You see my father before he was framed invested in Nolan's company and so in return Nolan visited my father while he was imprisoned. And when my father was murdered in a courtyard brawl Nolan took all of my father's journals and held onto them for me. When I was released from juvie Nolan handed me a box filled with all of my father's journals that explained what he think happened to him, how it happened and everybody he believed was involved. Nolan also handed me information to a bank account that held $500million dollars, the equivalent to the 49% stock my father owned of Nolan's company after he invested in it.
After receiving the box and the money, after finding out about how my father was framed I went off to plan a path of revenge, starting with switching identities with my juvie bunkmate, Emily, after her release. From there I trained in Japan in martial arts so that I could always get out of messy situations no matter what.
After my training I moved into the beach house my father used to own in t Hamptons. The beach house was directly next to the Grayson beach mansion and owned by one of the many people who knew my father was framed but did nothing. Lydia Davis, who I knew to be sleeping with Conrad Grayson. So after outing her and getting her socially exiled from the Hamptons I bought and moved into my old house.
While on the Grayson yacht for their annual Memorial Day kick off the summer event I "accidentally" spilled my drink on Daniel Grayson's jacket. As I hoped he was a real gentleman about it and he got me a new drink. After he returned with my new drink we started talking, small talk, corny jokes nothing too serious but then he let his guard down just a bit and allowed me to see the real Daniel. While my internal reaction to that should have set off my first warning signal I held onto the moment.
"You don't drink?" I asked knowing the reasons why he didn't. "Used to… Epically." He replied looking somber for just a brief moment before adding " I forgot what it was like to be with somebody who doesn't already know the old me" and he flashed me a dimpled smile. "I know what you mean" I smiled back before we were joined by his parents.