Summary: Through tantalizing schemes Victoria enacts a plan of revenge. She would make Conrad Grayson pay for everything he had done to her, she would make him suffer, she would make him repent, she would bring him to his knees…and she would make him enjoy every moment of it. Yet will she get caught in her own plan, entangling them both in a dangerous liaison? Lust, seduction and dark, dark temptations. Convict.

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The Plan


Victoria swirled the crimson liquid around the curve of her glass, before bringing the brim up to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as the fiery liquid gushed down her throat, the burning sensation doing nothing to numb the overpowering feelings consuming her. It seemed that no matter how many glasses of liquor she drank (two shots of whisky and three glasses of red), she couldn't erase tonight's memory, which seemed to burn into her brain like a melting, wax stamp.

Ashley's moan resounded throughout the room, the unbearable noise biting into Victoria's ears. His lips hungrily tore through hers as she was hoisted up onto the table, her legs wrapping around his like a common whore.

Victoria grimaced as she wrapped her lips around the edge of the glass once more, tilting her head back as she drained the last of the wine. Even through the smudged screen she could still recall Conrad's eyes, clouded with lust and their cries still rang in her ears like shrilling alarm bells.

Her husband had sunk to an all time low beyond Victoria's imagination. Sleeping with his son's girlfriend. Victoria's fingernails dug into the palm of her hands, her fists clenched in anger and disgust. Anger wouldn't do her any good now. She knew as well as Conrad that their only hope of saving their children and avoiding the jaws of the Initiative was to work together, no matter how much the thought made her stomach churn. But try as she may Victoria couldn't shake away the uncontrollable rage bubbling inside.

Seduction. There was no doubt about it. Ashley had seduced her husband into sex and employment, and the idiot succumbed like a lost puppy, like the fool he was. Seduction. The very same method her former friend had once done. Victoria's eyes hardened when she remembered Lydia, the woman he had betrayed her for. After their promises of maintaining fidelity for the sake of Charlotte and Daniel, of trying to patch things up and give their children the most stable, loving environment, he had slept with her.

Victoria broke out of the distant memories and lowered her eyes onto the empty, crystal glass. She had felt a wave of emotions tonight, rage, shock, repulsion…and hurt. The last one shocked her the most. Because as much as Victoria tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn't deny the hurt she felt, her heart cracking, her chest tightening, her insides freezing when she saw them together.

She didn't love him; those feelings had died long ago. She could never love this possessive, arrogant and ambitious man. Yet she was hurt when she saw the footage, and as much as Victoria tried all night to understand why, she couldn't.

Victoria placed the glass down with a small clang and repressed a heavy sigh. She cast a glance at the clock, 10:00pm, and knew that she should retire soon. But she still couldn't shake off the anger and she couldn't forget the betrayal. Because the truth was she was tired of Conrad betraying her when she had tried hard after their second marriage to stay true to her vows for the sake of their children. No…she couldn't be pushed aside anymore like his second wife. She was tired of his lies and betrayal, and wanted more than anything to get her own revenge.

A devious smile tugged at the corner of her lips, a small glint lit in her eye. Revenge. Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding her judgments, but the idea seemed too tempting to resist. Victoria thought about it. About making him pay for David Clarke, for forcing her to comply with his arrest, for every lie he told about her to their children, for every insult he threw her way, for sending Dominik away, for having an affair with Lydia then with Ashley. Revenge on the man she had once thought that she had grown to care for, perhaps even love, before he slept with Lydia and grew into the monster she knew today. Revenge.

Victoria's smile fell when she wondered what she could possibly do. The two things that were close to his heart, their children and his money, were not an option. Victoria's eyes drifted off to the end of the dark room when she remembered her previous thoughts…seduction.

Her eyes flickered to the cracked, glass mirror at the end of the room. They had temporarily placed it there tonight until one of the maids would dispose of it tomorrow morning. Doing her best in her intoxicated state, Victoria walked over to the arched mirror. She glanced at her reflection and turned to the side.

If she was honest, age hadn't been too harsh on her. If anything, it had treated her rather kindly. Though having maids to cater to her needs and relishing in the privileges that accompanied a wealthy lifestyle helped too. Even so, for age fifty, she looked amazing. Victoria still had the killer figure she had maintained throughout the years, long, slender legs, the typical 'hourglass figure', a slender waist, curvy hips and voluptuous breasts. Dark, luscious curls cascaded down her shoulders, only softening her frame. The finest anti-aging creams and lotions gave her soft, flawless skin and what little wrinkles she had only outlined her previous smiles. A small smile graced her lips; she had often wondered why Conrad had left her for that whore in the first place.

Perhaps seduction was the perfect plan after all. Undoubtedly Conrad completely and utterly despised her, but even Victoria knew that beneath his strong, egotistical façade was a foolish man, weak to a woman's seduction. And Victoria knew exactly what she would do. She would make him pay, she would make him repent, she would bring him to his knees…and she would make him enjoy every moment of it.


So I'm not too sure where I'm going with this, but the idea came to me a few weeks ago so I thought I'd write the first chapter and see what you guys think, if I should continue or not. Seriously though, Madeleine is 54 so Conrad, why the hell would you leave her for Lydia? Anyway I'd love to make this into a series as that was the plan but I'll wait and see if you like it. Please leave a review, tell me what you think, if you want me to write more and, if so, what you're expecting in these chapters. Seriously please tell me cause I really don't know where I'm going with this and your reviews may help me get a direction as to where this fic is going. Anyway, as always, thanks for reading guys! For where would a writer be without her readers!

Lydia :)