Beauty and Power
My favorite storylines that The Bold And The Beautiful created have been the many love affairs of Brooke Logan Forrester Forrester Forrester. My all time favorite was the Brooke/Thorne/Macy triangle. I will be continuing the show in chapters as if Brooke and Thorne were still together and as if they are happily married. I will be introducing the return of Macy, and I will also be fitting in Ridge and Taylor.
CHAPTER ONE
Lying in her Beverly Hills mansion on her bed Brooke Logan slept by her husband, Thorne Forrester. Waking from the ocean air coming through the open window Brooke opened her eyes, ready to start a new day. She took her hand and rubbed her husbands back in a circular motion. She had never thought that the day would come when she would finally find true love. No more lies or secrets, she could finally be happy. Memories of her past Forrester husbands, Eric and Ridge went through her mind. How badly the Forrester's thought of her. The only Forrester that had a big enough heart to forgive her was Thorne. For that she new they would always be together.
"Awake already?" Came her husband's tired voice.
"It's nine o'clock, we should get ready for work. We have a board meeting with your brother about promoting the lingerie line in half an hour."
Brooke didn't have many accomplishments, but her fashion house Forrester Creations was something she always had to keep her sane.
"Work, Hun? Well I have a better Idea…" Thorne's voice trailed off.
"Thorne!" Brooke giggled getting up from the bed. "I'm having a shower, and no you can't join me," she laughed walking into the bathroom.
"Suit yourself!" He called out as she closed the door. Thorne closed his eyes and started to dream. He dreamt of the night he and Brooke had fallen in love, and how far they had come since then. His dream soon turned into a nightmare when visions of his first wife, Macy Alexander entered his mind. He shivered, still asleep as he saw Macy's bleeding face crying out for help as she lay on the road beside her car that she had driven into the bridge entering Los Angeles. She cried out begging for him to help, but he could get her leg out from the smashed in car. It was his entire fault. That night Macy had found out about his affair with Brooke. He and Brooke had told her about their undying love for each other, and she had gone off the deep end. She died because he didn't love her.
Sweat poured off Thorne's face as he tossed around in the satin seats in his bed as he cried out for Macy. He couldn't make himself wake up; his mind just kept going back to Macy's bleeding face. Feeling the gentle hand touching his face, Thorne reached out to touch Brooke. When he opened his eyes, and wept the sweat away from his face he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Macy stood beside him whispering that it would all be okay.