Hello this is a brand new fanfiction. Hope you all like it. Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or Characters, but the plot and words are mine!

I was sitting home in my master bedroom on my king sized bed in the penthouse of our building in Las Vegas. To be honest we have many homes all around the world other buildings in New York and Chicago; vineyards in California LA and flats San Francisco and London; an estate in Italy; lofts in Spain; cottages in Greece and Portugal; vacation getaways in France and Australia; cabins in the Alps, Alaska, and even one in Greenland; Inns in Ireland; Palaces in Egypt and India; Islands in the Pacific and Atlantic all the same; and one place that will always be home Mystic Falls, Virginia where I was born and raised and met the man who consumes me. Damon Salvatore.

I wasn't always this way, drinking when I woke and drinking before I went to sleep. Actually I hated drinking and when people would drink in morning and before bed. I used to party but then when I lost my parents I stopped it wasn't the same. As I got older I had a drink here and there, but when I met Damon everything changed. We met, fell in love, married, had a child, grew apart, and now it's as if we are strangers. We would only have sex after we fight and now we don't even do that anymore. Our marriage was over before it began.

Were we ever really happy? To this I can't tell you. I have no idea if I could even remember a time when we were honestly happy or even made love. Damon is always at work and I'm always at home drinking. I would be with my daughter, Olivia, but Damon wanted her to learn about other cultures so as of now she's with her Uncle Stefan traveling. I wanted to go with her so much, but Damon said it would be bad for publicity for his new campaign for his company Salvatore and Son passed down to him by none other than Giuseppe Salvatore.

I hated that bastard he died last year after Olivia turned two. When we first met, he disliked me instantly something about only being after his son for money, but then I told him my family has their own money and that my Uncle John has a Pharmaceutical company and my Father owned his own Medical Practice that was handed down to my brother. He never apologized to me, something about manly pride. And when I became pregnant with Olivia he wanted a DNA test to prove it was Damon's and that he was the grandfather, and when the test was positive and Damon was indeed the father he was nicer to me and then he let go of some of his hated just a little bit. But got along when he was sick and dying though, because I brought Olivia to him every day to cheer him up and he loved her, I mean who wouldn't.

Olivia has long brown curls like my own expect her hair is much shorter to her shoulders and brown eyes that resemble my own except they are deeper almost stunning, just like her fathers. She also has his charm and personality down to the smolder of his eyes and signature smirk. She is three years old and I feel as I am missing so much of her life, and my life as well.

If it were up to me I'd be with my baby girl at this moment, but it's no longer up to me it's up to Damon, ever since my Uncle John got mixed up with gambling and spent my inheritance after buying the medical practice from my brother Jeremy. I have no family money and Damon just loves to use it against me. When we fight he makes sure I can't leave with her because I have no money and if I did leave he would fight me for full custody, which is why I'm drinking away my life now as it is.

I have a plan, but I just have to wait to carry it out, and to carry it out I have to play games and manipulate some people, but I'll do whatever it take to get out of this marriage and life I don't want and take my daughter with me, but for now I'm just going to sit back and wait for the right time to spring my plan into action.

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