"I didn't do anything". A voice screamed as I felt someone sit up beside me and tightened the blanket around me.

"Who are you?" I asked the guy beside me, he was relatively attractive and I remember meeting him but not his name.

"Who are you?" He countered before continuing "and what are you doing in my room?"

"Are you married?" He looked dumbfounded at the mention of my question.

"What-"

"No questions, just answer mine".

"What the actual fuck?"

"Ugh, will you just answer".

"No, I'm not married, happy?"

"Not so soon, lift your left hand".

"What the...I'll have you removed".

"Not if what I think is right". I mumble under my breath. "Just lift your hand, will you?"

"And why should I do that?"

"Because I'm telling you to".

"And who do you think you are, my wife?" I snort at the irony of his response.

"Just lift your hand will you?"

"Fine", he huffs pulling up his hand to his eye level to see a silver wedding band sitting there as if it hadn't just practically ruined our entire life. His eyes widened comically as his jaw dropped seeing the ring there. "No".

"Yes", I reply dryly, not exactly in the mood for his denial but keeping my patience for he was probably going through the same emotions as I was.

We were both drawn out of our joint brooding, for his expression showed that he was too, by the sound of banging against a door in the room.

"Kol, open the door you idiot".

"Shut up Nick". 'Kol' replied.

"Are you naked?" I asked him, my mind deciding to focus on my headache later.

"Why? What do you have in mind love?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows as I blanched at his implication.

"Not what you do I'm sure, and the very persistent person banging incessantly on the door". He pulls his eyebrows together in a frown but checks and gets out of bed, in only a pair of boxers and I swallow, the sight of his half naked body making a stir in the pit of my stomach.

"Like what you see darling?"

"Not particularly". Who did he think he was? Okay, he was mildly attractive, oh who am I kidding, he's very, very attractive, broad shoulders, the muscles in his back and arms flexing visibly as he streches and his boxers moving lower covering that...

Embarrassed at the train of my thoughts, I tear my eyes away and spot my dress at the end of the bed, along with the black lace panties.

I pull them towards myself and put them on, along with Kol's shirt over my short black dress as I didn't feel very confident in it now that the influence of the alcohol was gone.

Walking towards the other room, it was a suite apparently, I heard a girls voice which sounded a whole lot like...

"Caroline!" I exclaim as I see her blonde head in the room and let out a sigh of relief as she walks over to me and wraps me in a tight hug which I am particularly grateful as there were people in the room I had never before seen.

Pulling back, I observe the occupants in the room. A man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he looked like an older version of Kol, same brunette hair, brown eyes and high cheekbones, another guy, blonde hair, blue eyes and another blonde haired girl with somewhat cold blue eyes.

"Two weeks, Kol. That's how long you were not supposed to mess up" the blonde one said, pointing an accusatory finger at Kol. "And you messed up, you know exactly how important these two weeks were for the company yet you go and mess up".

"Hey! It's not like I did it on purpose". Kol replied back heatedly while the third one, their older brother, I suppose, came literally in between.

"Kol, go wear something, Nicklaus, calm down".

"How can I calm down Elijah, he's been stupid why couldn't you just-"

"That will be enough". Elijah gave Nicklaus a pointed look which shut the latter up and Kol stomped back to where he had come from. "Miss Gilbert, I apologise for the way we meet, I'm Elijah Mickelson". I shook his hand, frowning in confusion as to how he knew me.

"Likewise".

"Oh these are my siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, excuse them though, they're a bit angry". I was just about to reply when I was interrupted by Rebekah, speaking for the first time since I had entered the room.

"Oh cut it out Elijah and you, what do you want?" I look behind but realise that she is indeed talking to me and blush at my stupid action of looking behind.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I know girls like you, you only want one thing, money. So, how much are you going to take to leave my brother alone?" I frown deeply at her words and feel anger rising inside me, the words reopening closed wounds which demanded to be left alone.

"Who do you think I am, some street side whore?" My peripheral vision notices Kol coming inside the room but I ignore him as I continue to address Rebekah. "Well if that's what you think then you have a grave misunderstanding. I don't want your money, I want a divorce or an annulment, whichever is possible. And don't ever try to indicate that I would do anything that is short of respectful for money." I told her as she stood shocked before composing herself but not saying anything else to me.

"An annulment" I heard Kol say, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a faded black t-shirt.

"Yes"

"No" Klaus and I speak at the same time and instantly look at each other in confusion.

"Why not?"

"Elena Gilbert, age 22, just started a new job as an editor at a publication house, a job not easily bagged by a beginner but you were able to convince the interviewers otherwise, published several online short stories, trying to become a published author. What a life isn't it?"

"How do know all this?" My heart was thumping erratically as I asked him this, how could he have known all this?

"Oh, I'm not done love. Marries Kol Mickelson one of the heirs to America's eldest and most rich families, business tycoon who runs a chain of restaurants and clubs across the country along with a few more businesses. This is the tag line in the newspaper."

"What?" This time it's Kol and I who speak at the same time but I'm much too concerned about my predicament to care about anything else. "Ric is going to kill me". I feel Caroline rub my back in an attempt to calm me.

"Now what?" I recognise Caroline's voice and briefly wonder who she's talking to.

"They have to stay married".

"What?"

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