A/N: Hi, new story alert. This story in particular shows an array of broken marriage(s). I was going to make it Bonnie centric but bringing in other characters would make it more interesting. Please tell me what do you think. The married couples would be/are; Bonnie/Damon, Stefan/Elena, Klaus/Caroline and Elijah/Katherine.

Chapter One: Different Day, Same Schemes

Bonnie huffed and puffed like a teenage girl in front of her grand mirror. Her lovely grandmother bought it for the woman's 18th birthday and Bonnie had ever since held on to it. Even when she got married at the tender age of 24, she begged her husband to move it into their newly, married home. A home that was once full of laughs and love. He was never there and she had her devotions to her law firm.

Quite simply put they fell out of love.

She remained in front of the mirror giving her best face, one after another waiting for the man who actually gave his time to her. That relationship was longer than her marriage and to be fair she'd ended it when she met her gracious husband. It wasn't like they were a serious relationship from the get-go, but Bonnie's previous lover was hurt when she chose her husband. Sometimes, she believed she made the wrong decisions in love.

Her career decisions proved the opposite; she knew from her first year of high school that she wanted to major in law. People say that college should be thought of all four years of high school and she listened to those people closely. She got accepted to all the universities she wanted. Bonnie had drive and ideas; who would be crazy enough to reject her impressive high school resume? So by the time she graduated, she had a lengthy and thorough resume to submit to law firms in the area.

Bonnie brushed her hair, legs crossed in her full-length silk robe. Underneath was a black, lacy corset paired with heels. Her husband complained that she never wore lingerie anymore in an argument. So, in honor of him going a business trip, she was wearing it in heir bedroom, intending for it to be on their bed or the floor depending on where her longtime companion would throw her minimal amount of clothing. She was sick of waiting, she threw her brush on the counter and double tied her robe.

If he wanted that robe off he would have torn it off of her viciously and quickly with no remorse. Bonnie looked up when she heard a knock and then saw his welcoming brown figure walking in her bedroom. Wasting no time at all, he went up to her and kissed her feverishly for a moment and dropped to his knees, becoming eye level with the tie pulling together that pesky robe. He planted kisses against her legs, which were still clothed and ran his hands down her calves and stopped when he could feel the heels on her feet.

"Heels? You know I love that shit, you're trying to kill me, Bonnie Salvatore."

She grabbed his face viciously pulling it so that he could know she wasn't playing. That was apart of their deal, no talks of the one she vowed forever too before or during sex. Some days she was lenient on the rule other times she was ready to give him the iron fist for even thinking about her husband in times like these.

"Do not say that name, you know better, Marcellus."

He gulped in semi-fear. The once star athlete Marcel Gerard was on his knees proclaiming his apologies to a barely 5-foot woman - in another's main bedroom. He nodded and got back to the task at hand, undoing the tie to her robe with his pearly white. There was a slight breeze as the material pooled to her feet. No ripping the robe at all. Bonnie wished she hadn't bought it so large even with the heels on, it still swept the floor.

"You were taking much longer than expected," She mentioned his lateness while he kissed her belly button.

"Something came up," Marcel murmured and stood back up for air, suddenly kissing the woman before him again. Bonnie understood and didn't need to ask him what exactly came up. They were both grown and had responsibilities, even if he'd cancel because of an urgent matter, Bonnie still had her vibrator in her second to the last drawer in case of wanting certain company. After their second kiss, she put a finger to his lips and he grabbed her ass and she giggled.

"Just say the word," Bonnie said to him in a low yet dangerous voice.

"Get butt ass naked and on all fours on the bed right now."

She smirked beginning to do as told, loving every bit of aggression in his voice. It was a cute demand, really, the two's sexcapades went beyond her bedroom. Bonnie was actually surprised by how mild the request was. She heard his belt drop down to the floor as she reached up her spine to do undo her corset. Seeing that she was struggling, Marcel happily walked over to assist her backside.

"Oh and Bonnie?"

"Yes?"

"Keep the heels on."

Bonnie laughed, knowing her Marcellus well.

The next morning Bonnie and Marcel woke up in each other's arms. She got up rapidly to check the time; it was only 9 am. Marcel looked at her confusedly before leaning back in the bed. Knowing that she had time to spare made Bonnie have dirty thoughts about her lover once again. He looked so scrumptious and still had pheromones glowing off of him from their long tryst from the night before.

Bonnie pounced on him and they go at it for a good 20 minutes. She'd gotten so used to riding him that he laid back comfortably, just observing her. Though his woman was good working on top didn't prevent him from rubbing a nipple or two. He couldn't watch them giggle and look that lonely. They met their peaks at the same and she was the first one to collapse on the bed, heaving. Bonnie couldn't feel her legs at all and hoped the feeling went away before she had to look after a kid in a few hours.

Marcel wiped the sweat off of her forehead. She lightly laughed still feeling the after-effects of her vigorous movements during their morning quickie.

"Let me make you breakfast, you deserve it," He said, getting up and putting on his boxers.

Bonnie groaned, "Well, shower first, you smell like sex."

"Join me."

"That wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"

"Nothing," Marcel was now sitting on the side of the bed and faced Bonnie and squeezed her thighs, which were numb. "Is appropriate between us. I bet you can't feel your legs right now."

"Oh yeah? Okay, I'll shower with you just to prove it." Bonnie tried to stand up but opted to lie on the bed. That damn Marcel knew her body too well. He chuckled walking away, knowing that he was right. Bonnie checked her phone while he was in the shower and subsequently preparing their breakfast. She saw various texts as she hadn't opened her phone since last night.

One from her mother, her grandmother, her aunt and then from her husband's side of the family. And then came voicemails from clients. She rolled her eyes, these people were inescapable. However, the person she vowed forever too had not contacted her. She didn't expect anything from her husband but the fact he was so balls deep in his assistant and couldn't even tell her he landed in Nevada - which wasn't that far from their home state, California.

Bonnie checked her social media apps and slipped her phone back in her drawer and in the next 20 minutes breakfast was done. Most of the items Marcel cooked were something she could have down herself but she wasn't complaining. The two of them chowed down accordingly. Bonnie may have overdressed her pancakes with syrup.

"I can't remember the last time a man made breakfast for me."

"Well, that's a damn shame."

She chuckled, "I am supposed to keep Jackson until Friday. Elena has to tend to her sick mother in Sacramento and Stefan is going to be swarmed with work, apparently."

"He isn't going with her?"

"They're separated and besides Stefan hates Isobel, she's plotted on the demise of their marriage for the longest."

"Hmm," Marcel sipped from his orange juice. "Like Lily did with you and Damon?"

"I guess," Bonnie semi-agreed, wanting to move on. Marcel knew talks of her husband put her in an awkward position if she was playing house with him.

"I haven't seen Jackson in a while. Cute kid. You'd think you could convince him I'm a good friend? I'm not ready to leave yet."

Bonnie yawned, "I don't want to confuse him and not only is he cute he's smart and could easily piece together that you're trying to take his brother's place."

"Well, I did last night, and this morning if we're speaking honestly," Marcel replied with a seductive tone, staring at Bonnie like he wanted to go for another round on the kitchen table. She gulped looking at her food, finishing the last bit of pancakes they had left. Marcel cleared his throat and announced that he would be leaving in the next hour. He kissed her forehead and whispered in her hair, "One day you'll have enough strength to hit his ass with those papers."

It left Bonnie feeling forlorn, she knew leading Marcel on feeding him scraps here and there wasn't enough of anything in this world to give him what he wanted: her freedom.

Bonnie's house was nice and neat when Elena and Jackson arrived giving her hugs. Jackson's came from adoration of his dear aunt and Elena's were stemmed from her thankfulness. She knew this was a big favor and didn't want Bonnie think that she wasn't taking it for granted. Her mother had been insufferable and wouldn't stop pestering her about coming to tend her.

"Let's hope she doesn't pass that awful flu to you," Bonnie said while getting their glasses out for a healthy dose of wine while Jackson got set up in the guest bedroom designated for him. Luckily he was enrolled in a nearby private school so Bonnie wouldn't have to worry too much about getting him here and there. She handed Elena a glass of white whine and they sat on the stools across from one another.

"You know she would just so I can stay with her. Nevermind about my mother, what's up with yours?"

"Abby is asking for another loan, I already know what Damon's going to say so I am not even going to reply to the message."

"What is the loan for?" Bonnie shurgged, of course her mother wouldn't say. What was more odd that her grandmother had asked for a similar loan. If it was important, then the women would call her instead of sending urgent texts. Actually, Bonnie's folks were the type to infiltrate her sunny suburban neighborhood and huff and puff her door down. She internally shuddered at the possibilities.

Elena placed her hand over Bonnie's, "Me and Stefan really do appreciate this," She quickly glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Does it ever get lonely here?"

Bonnie tapped the outside of her empty glass and pursed her lips, thinking about how she should opted for the truth.

"From one Salvatore wife to another, it does get very vast in here." The olive skinned woman nodded, knowing the familiar feeling.

"Atleast you have your degrees," Elena threw her hands up, "Don't worry about school, I'll take care of you,' he said. God, I am such an idiot."

"Hey, you're not. You chose your child first and that's all that matters and college has no limit. I'm sure Damon would have done the same thing if he knew me pre-college."

Elena said with a smile, "You're too headstrong and certain, he wouldn't have had the chance and I didn't even know you back then."

Bonnie looked down, smiling and reminscing on the early stages of her and Damon's relationship. How he always asked her for the notes after an hour long lecture and how bad it annoyed her that he was paying attention to the professor the whole time and did that just to gain hers. They went on a date at the Olive Garden and the rest is history. There was a more natural progression to their marriage.

Pulling Bonnie from going fully don memory lane Elena followed up on the college suggestion.

"It isn't too late, I need to stop being so hopeless."

"Or you could come work for me."

"You're kidding."

"I am going to begin renovating my office - here."

"Law.." Elena trailed off pulling up bittersweet memories, "I wanted to be a writer."

"I know," Bonnie said, "You were so good."

Bonnie told Jackson that Damon would be home anytime and for him to watch the door while she went over some paperwork in her bedroom. All he did was nod and continued his schoolwork. The little boy did notice the lack of enthusiasm missing from her voice. He knew wives were supposed to miss their husbands dearly and that wasn't the case with Bonnie.

There was a doorknob being unlocked and front door being set ajar. Damon was home. Jackson was the first one to hear it and came out of his room flailing his arms in glee because his uncle was home. Someone in that house had to miss him. It was 6 o'clock in the evening and Jackson had put his homework on hold to greet him. Damon gave him a hug and spun him around.

"Ah, my little bambino, how you been?"

"Good! Me and Auntie Bonnie made sugar cookies," Jackson then whispered in his uncle's ear, "I had to tell her I'd start my homework if we made cookies before."

"You're a smart kid, taking pages out of your crooked old uncle's book." He patted Jackson on his shoulders telling him to go run and finish his homework before his aunt Bonnie got suspicious. Damon looked around, examining his house. It looked the same minus Jackson's presence finding its way to spice up the place. The kitchen smelled like the glorious smell of freshly baked cookies but there was none in sight, at least none for him.

He pulled his luggage up the steps to finally be in bed with his wife. There would be questions on his late arrival and he was prepared for it - the next day. Now he just wanted to show how much he missed Bonnie after a long weekend with minimal to no contact. That was his doing but stated as before he would deal with answering those questions the next day. Tonight was about them which is why he was going to put on the schmooze of his life.

Damon stood in the doorway looking at Bonnie engrossed in her paperwork. She had her hair tightly wrapped in a silk black scarf and satin pink pajamas. He chuckled to himself, even after all these years she still treated her profession with this much caution. Law was written in the stars for her. He undid his tie dropping it on the floor and jumped into bed with Bonnie, making her lose her place in her reviewing.

"Damon!" she yelled, annoyed with his entrance.

He placed his face in his hand staring up at her, his baby blue orbs were popping at her. He kissed her hand. "Well, you seemed to be ignoring me so I made myself known."

"You ignored me your whole weekend," Bonnie snatched her hand away. "Please let me go to sleep, I have reread that tomorrow."

"Sleep? Bonnie, the night is way young."

She turned away from him and lied on her side. He sighed, taking in her appearance. Bonnie's beauty never faltered, even in her early 30s. He wished he wasn't so foolish and appreciated her more. His dalliances with the other woman hadn't ended yet - he was still working on that. Damon laid on side too, itching closer to wrap his arms around her waist. "Come on, Bonnie," Damon whispered.

Hot breath caused moisture in Bonnie's ear, she shuddered at her husband's desire. Bonnie's eyes shot open when she felt an erection pressed against her butt. Damon could be so demanding when he didn't deserve to even sleep in the same bed as her. She released herself from his hold and sat up on her knees and bit her lip, seductively. Damon's eyes widened in anticipation, his member was still rock hard watching his wife undress. She was in her lacy black bra - the lingerie he liked was back.

"Prove how much you missed me."

Damon grinned before pinning her down to the bed, attack her body with sloppy impassioned kisses fulfilling her request.