Prologue
"This just in, playboy billionaire, Charles Bartholomew Bass, and princess to be, Blair Cornelia Waldorf have just been in an accident. We have no word on their
condition, with the exception that the driver who was driving died on impact. Ms. Waldorf was scheduled to marry and is carrying the child of Louis Grimaldi, the
heir apparent to the Monaco throne, however cheating and break up rumors have followed the couple around. Based on recent events it is safe to assume that
a break up was imminent if it has not already occurred, which makes us wonder, is the child really a Grimaldi or is he a Bass in disguise, however no
confirmation has been given by the Grimaldi family. We will keep you updated on the conditions of our New York Princess and Charles Bass."
Louis turned off the television unable to keep watching it. Every channel was currently showing news reports on the accident that both Blair and Chuck had
been in. But what infuriated him the most was not that they were reporting on the accident or the conditions of the victims; no they seemed more interested
on the status of his relationship with Blair and her tumultuous affair with Chuck. They went so far to assume that the child was not even his, when in reality he
to doubted his paternity until he saw the DNA test. How could she fall so low and end up going back to Chuck. The truth was, all Louis felt at the moment was
anger, anger at being blinded for so long. He always knew that Chuck and Blair were magnetic, and the little whore was just bidding her time living her
fairytale. Unable to control the rage of having been cheated on, Louis grabbed his scotch and threw it at the television, as his mother came in the room.
"I see you have seen the news. Is it true was she leaving you for him," asked his mother.
"Yes, I believe she was on her way to break the news to me when the car crashed."
"I see, and is the child yours."
"Yes, maman, the child is mine." Unable to contain it any longer Louis chuckled and sat down on the floor, "she was at least truthful in that regard."
"We are in quite the predicament then." As Sophie approached her son she knelt down to his level and looked at him with the stare that only those who are born to royalty know how to perfect.
"Listen to me my son, you are in pain but now is not the time for you to pity yourself. Take this opportunity and use it to your advantage. We cannot afford a scandal. You are Grimaldi never forget that, and never forget your duties to your country. Go to her and pretend if you must, but you must act like the doting fiancé and let the media destroy her for her loose morals. We will then regroup and find a solution to this mess."
As Sophie straightened her stature and walked out of the room she paused for a second and looked at her son, "Next time, I expect you to find a Kate Middleton as your bride and not a Sarah Ferguson," and with said she left her son alone.
Meanwhile all Louis thought off was to use the years of schooling to show concern for Blair, but to use the time he did spent with the Queen B to plan his revenge.