A/N: Thank you for the splendid reviews! I was testing actually if anyone would read and I am glad you guys liked it. For the anon who asked about the 'Birὀ', I forgot to explain about that in the first chapter. Plus, it supposed to have an apostrophe on the 'o' as Birὀ is a name. It is the name for the organization Dan worked for. I will explain more about 'Birὀ' in the next chapter. This is a Blair chapter.

It was far too early to wake up but Blair puts on her robe and took her leave from the room. She left the tired Bart Bass there and went for the kitchen. She looked around for food that tastes at least sweet and she sees the strawberries that Bart Bass seemed to love so much. Because his late wife did but that didn't bother Blair even one bit. She took the strawberries and ate it anyway.

Blair looked at the red juice coming from the strawberry and she thinks red suits her best. It's the bloody color that somehow makes her pop. It was how Bart came to know her and puts an interest in her.

She looked around and she can still remember the first time Bart met her. She was in an evening dress, a vibrant red in the arms of a man she thought was a noble man, and she was introduced to Bart, a man in his late forties with an intelligent smile that had many secrets.

People can say whatever they want, say she's the bitch of a mistress, the whore but she owed Bart her life, her sanity. The said noble man before had tried to offer her body to another man for business reasoning without her knowledge. Bart Bass bought her with real money, as if she was a thing. How would that be better? It would be. She ended up in fancy clothe, fancy home living in luxury rather than being disgraced as a woman being sold but gain nothing.

Truth to be told, Blair had it all once, when her mother created her own fashion line. She was the princess, the daughter of a designer, the one who gets the tiara. But her mother threw everything for love in Rome, for a man who owns nothing. Her mother gave her a portion of her company but who would believe a 16 years old girl running the company that the stockholders forced her to withdraw from the company. She forced herself to stand still, but 10 grown men were far too much to handle, even the occasional blowjobs did nothing to secure her stand.

So Blair was out and she was asked to never look back. She left school as the non-merciful Constance School for Girls wasn't that nice to a girl who doesn't have money. No matter how much brands she puts on, girls would still remember that she lost her fortune, her mother ran away with another man and she was definitely not a princess anymore.

Blair started her life by going through jobs in Starbucks, but that did no good, everyone was condemning her ways of good coffee. Then a girl with high Louboutin heels came in and said, "You look plain and youthful enough. Plus you look like you're miserable here. Want a job?" At first she thinks the lady was nuts, but then she was off work, and the lady waits for her.

"It is simple, you give a blowjob, its 50, you give your vajayjay, triple it. Backdoor, 250. Half of it is to me and you keep the other half," the lady said. She runs a club downtown and she needs girls to discreetly pleasure her clients. Blair lied that her age was 19 and she whored herself for money. She had everything back, the luxury she had lost came back bits by bits.

But a gentleman came in and takes her hand, made love to her. He promised that she would never need to touch another man; that he will take care of her. She trusted him, and for 4 months she was whore free and lived as a girl who is in a relationship. She was even relaxed working as a waitress in a nearby diner. He took her to events, buy her clothes and she was known to be the lady around him. He was the noble man, or at least she thought he was.

But desperation seemed keen to get on everyone. The gentleman tried to sell her body to a conglomerate that seemed to take interest in her. The price was one night with him and the conglomerate will give anything her boyfriend wants. Blair sees her boyfriend and he was in desperation. The gentleman in him was gone, he was like a different person.

What hurts most is that Blair would go with it, because if she did, her boyfriend would have his money and everything would go back to the way it was. Blair thought she had whored herself before, what difference would it make if she does it for love? But it turns out when Blair arrived at the hotel, seeing the disgusting conglomerate in his white suit, her boyfriend ran off leaving a text of long sorry speeches. Blair could only feel numb when the conglomerate started touching her thighs, she was already in hell.

It was blurry but all of the sudden, the disgusting conglomerate was forcefully taken away and led out of the hotel, leaving her behind. It was confusing but Blair heard the words like "Con Artist" and "Smuggler". It didn't matter to her.

Bart Bass found her sitting down in the lobby, quiet and alone.

"Why are you alone here?" he asked, voice so sincere she didn't believed it.

Blair could only look at him and she couldn't speak. She lost all her energy that she passed out. When Blair woke up she sees the golden halo on the creamy ceiling and the lavender cover on her. She was not home and she looked around. It was a room bigger than her apartment. She looked down and she was dressed in silk robe. She sensed the rose perfume around and a small gloom of fresh peonies.

Bart Bass came in and he sees her up. "Good morning cupcake." His greetings was nice. Bart didn't ask about her, but he just said he sees a desperate girl who needs pampering. Blair was tired with love, so she just accepted.

Bart Bass was like all other men. But the difference with Bart was that he had loved and lost the woman he loved. He could never love again and he could only lust. He knew how to treat women to their desire. He had more than one and he told her about it. Blair would be fine with such honesty from Bart, she ignored any infidelities. He wasn't hers to begin with. She was his woman but he wasn't her man. Blair was okay with it. She gets loved with her luxury items and that is enough.

Blair sipped wine and she sees the elevator opens, revealing Bart Bass' son. Blair rolled her eyes. Chuck Bass was fascinated by her. He wasn't exactly discreet. Blair pushed him off a few hundred times, she knows the only fascination Chuck had on her was because she was his father's mistress.

"Couldn't sleep?" Chuck smirked.

"Actually, it was a dreamy sleep and I woke up. Unfortunately to your face," Blair retorted and wanted to go back to Bart's room. Chuck took her arms. Here we go again.

"You know I'm better at sex than my dad. I have a bunch of women to give testimonials on that," Chuck tried.

"Well, you're still not your father. The difference is I liked your father," Blair snatched her arms away and went for the stairs.

"You were a whore," Chuck said. "Shouldn't be hard sleeping with two men."

"It wouldn't be," Blair was accustomed to such sentences. "It would be just hard if one of them was you. I don't like any kind of Chuck Bass in my sex."

Blair rolled her eyes as she ascended the stairs. Chuck can be cruel with words but she had gotten worse when she was in high school. Teenage girls were a lot meaner. Blair sat on her side of the bed and sees Bart soundly asleep. Slowly she crept on him and stared. She does this a lot because in a way she herself was hooked by him, by his money, by him saving her from the things that she now absolutely hated; love.

Her father disappointed her when he suddenly left when she was younger, she barely knew him but the fact that mother was displeased on what everything father do, he must have been a bad man who never loved her.

Her mother who she thought would love her decided to leave without her because she said it would be too much for Blair. What would be too much to be with their mother? She never loved me, Blair always said. Then the noble man came in and she thought she had found love but in the end, none of them actually loved her. She didn't realize it but she seeks love and Bart threw her the reality check. Bart told her that the only thing on her right now was a girl on a leash, a girl he would pamper like she was a pet and love is almost an impossible thing. Blair wanted to regurgitate at first but after awhile, it seeped through her that the luxury that Bart gave made her content and somehow in her crazy life, that was enough. She only had to please him, to give him lust and he will give her the exact luxury she misses. That was enough to make her content.

Should be enough, Blair told herself.

Blair stepped into the shower and began to let the water sip. She ignored that her eyes were burning while tears dropped. She said it was because of the heat. Her life was fine and she was living it.

She heard a rustle when she went out of the bathroom and Bart was typing on his laptop.

"Working again?" Blair starts playing the spoiled little princess Bart liked. "Come on, play with me." Blair threw herself at him and held his arm around hers.

"I would love to, cupcake, but this here," Bart pointed at the laptop. "Will buy you the Chanel bag you wanted."

"Really?" Blair perks up. "And there is this really interesting pearls from Tiffany's. Maybe you could…"

"Anything for my cupcake," Bart smiled. Blair actually liked when Bart smiled, unlike Chuck's Cheshire cat's smile, Bart was somehow sincere. Truthfully, maybe because Blair reminds Bart so much of his late wife. Out of all the mistresses, only Blair resembles Elizabeth Bass' the most. That was her luck to have such face. It gave her a huge penthouse in the Upper East Side.

Blair went out for a walk in Central Park. Bart was confused on her obsession with parks but she liked it for no reason at all. She feeds the pigeons around and sees children running around playing bubbles. She saw mothers trying to stop their children from running away when they fed them. She sees fathers carrying their daughters on their shoulders so they can see the squirrels on the trees.

She was just hurting herself more with this, but this is the times that she can be honest with herself. She wanted to be normal. She didn't want fancy, she just wants a mother who would stop her from running and a father that would carry her no matter what. The reality that she didn't have that makes her yearns for it even more but she knows she can never get that. But she liked watching these scenes, at least it was true for someone.

Maybe the world wasn't being fair or maybe she was destined to be pampered with things instead of love. Blair looked around and sees couples smiling, at least she had a good sex partner. At the end of the day she will get a cab and makes herself say, "My life is enough."

It worked.

Blair followed Bart into the new hotel opening in Brooklyn. She was disgusted by the idea of Brooklyn but Bart said it was a good opportunity. She looked around and the hotel wasn't that bad. She sees everyone struggling to put in the good word on Bart, kissing his ass. Blair smirked. That is not how Bart Bass gets interested in you.

Bart's right wingman came, Tyler Manning and smiled at her, she smiled back. The man had few words but Bart actually trusted him more than anyone else. They have dinner sometimes but it was always an awkward one. Blair didn't mind him though, he was one of the people who didn't care about Blair's position in the Upper East Side.

Chuck was there and Blair could only anticipate another move from him.

"Congratulations, father. This is a big project for you," Chuck held his hand out and Bart took it.

"Thank you, son. Believe me, if you have even an ounce of my intelligence, you'd be creating things like this as well," Bart smiled and Blair wanted to laugh. The only one who can make Chuck speechless was his father. Bart looked at Blair and takes her to the ballroom. It was grand but it was classic. Definitely Blair's taste. "Why don't you get us some drinks dear while I speak to Madame Cecily right there."

Blair looked back and sees Madame Cecily. She never liked her, the Madame always reminded her with words that she didn't belong. Bart knew that but Bart insisted that Madame Cecily is a high potential client. It was a sign that Blair should leave his side for a moment. "Sure, pumpkin." Blair smiled.

Blair roamed around and sees the people whispering. Of course, she was the woman but never the wife. Blair smirked when she sees that women are actually jealous of what she wore. Sure, she sold herself but she gets the prizes that every woman wants. The Armani dress, the Jimmy Choo shoes, the Tiffany's diamonds. Everyone loved some diamonds.

"Alone again?" Chuck spoke and Blair was already annoyed.

"Go away, Charles," Blair was not in the mood to play. She was ready to leave when Chuck held her arm.

"I can give everything he gives you," Chuck was serious. "I can give you all these luxury, I can give you these diamonds, I can even give you good pleasure." Blair glared at him. "I can also give you my heart."

Blair was surprised. This was the first time Chuck had ever said this. Blair took her arms away. He disgusted her more than ever now. "And then you can sell me away." Blair ran off from the party, not looking back. Blair hated that people could keep such lousy promises. Her ex also said he gave her his heart, but he took hers and rip it apart. It will happen again if she gives her heart away, she knows for sure. He shouldn't be surprised by it.

But why does it need to hurt so badly? Blair sat on the small bench at the side of the building, and the cool air seeps into her skin. She looked down at her diamonds. A few minutes ago she was proud of it but now they seemed so empty.

"I don't need love," Blair preached to herself. "I just kept getting hurt if I have it."

Blair looked around and Brooklyn seemed far nicer than she thought. It suited her dark image. Whores don't live in the Upper East Side, whores sink down deeper in the dark world. She heard about the violence in Brooklyn and sometimes she felt maybe she should one day roam around so someone could kill her for once. She wouldn't need to live such an unhappy life.

"Miss," she heard a man calling her and she looked back seeing a stranger with dark hair and black suit. She didn't recognize him at all. "If you sit there long enough, a homeless man may catch you for hostage due to those diamonds."

Blair sighed and looked back at her diamonds. "Hope so."

The man didn't seem to get the point that she was fine that he stood beside her, looking at her. "You seem familiar."

Blair rolled her eyes. "Maybe I have pleasured you once in a club downtown?" She absolutely hates people trying to talk to her like they knew her. She hates people who would judge her by their first instinct.

"You are a Waldorf," he said and Blair looked up at him. She discarded that name when she was 18 and no one really knows her as a Waldorf.

"Who are you?" Blair asked. He didn't seem familiar.

"Sorry. My sister had full magazines about you and your mum. She talks a lot about you," the man smiled.

"I asked, who are you?" Blair emphasizes on her question.

"I work for the little Bass," the man smiled. "He hired me two days ago and I'm here for business."

"How did you know about Waldorf?" Blair glared at him. She felt like punching the man's face for giving such insincere smile.

"Like I said, my sister worshipped you, and your mum. She studied design and I guess you do to. You're in a lot of the magazines," the man smiled. That is true, when she was a freshman she had pictures of herself in magazines for being the daughter of Eleanor Waldorf. Time did not do well for her.

"Well, tell your sister I'm not a Waldorf anymore, the Waldorf family is dead," she was expecting a why from him but he was just sitting there in silent. "Aren't you going to ask why?"

"Well, I figure everyone had a reason to break it off with their families. I've been there too," the man smiled.

"Did you throw away your last name too," Blair asked.

"No, I kept it as a reminder that whatever my name may be, I'm still reflecting everything on me," he smiled and Blair can't help but to strain the man. His smile was too forceful. If anything Blair knew more than anything is when people give in insincere smile. "Plus, it would be better for my ID as well."

Blair looked at him, wondering why he was here talking to her when he should be kissing up on the Bass like everyone in the party. "What was your name again?"

"I didn't say what my name was."

"Well, do little Bass' helper have a name?" Blair was starting to get very annoyed.

"Dan," he smiled and she sensed a bit of sincerity. "Since you don't use surnames, I'll go with just Dan."

Blair looked at him. "Well Dan, I hope you don't mind but I would rather have you leave right now."

Dan smiled and he bowed before he left. Blair was confused, why was he bowing.

Blair entered the party again as it was too cold outside and she sees Bart waving at her. She resumed her place beside Bart and she sees that Dan was speaking to Chuck. He didn't lie when he said he worked for Chuck. Doesn't seem like a man who would be working for Chuck.

"I would like to make a toast," Bart announced and Blair smiled at him. She had to play her role. "To the new hotel beginning and to the fortune that I will get," people laughed along. "To the employees of Bass Industries and to everyone that had made this project work. May God be with you."

"Cheers."

Blair sipped her wine and she sees a familiar face approaching her.

"Serena," she whispered. But it wasn't Serena, it was just a blonde who came to appreciate her level of taste. Blair smiled and thanked her. She was feeling tired, maybe a little bit of exhaustion that she sees the ghost of Serena. Blair left early with Bart's chauffer.

Blair could only rest her body on the seat when she was in the limousine. The sudden appearance of Serena's shadow in her head made her lose all her energy. She missed Serena, her dearest friend. The friend who died when she was 14. Blair had always envied Serena. Serena was the golden girl, beautiful, tall, bodacious and every boy in middle school had a crush on her. But Serena was the only one who truly loved Blair, they cared for each other. Even if Blair was constantly under Serena's shadow, Serena was also the one who always push Blair into the light.

When they were 14, Blair and Serena were supposed to go on a picnic but Serena never came. It was confusing at first when she got home that her caretaker asked her whether she was alright, but then she gets a call from Serena's younger brother Eric that Serena had been in an accident. Her head was cracked and her limbs were twisted. Blood was everywhere and what people could only say was her Chanel purse got ruined.

Blair rushed to the hospital and the only thing the doctor said that they were doing their best. Blair thought they were lying. Their best would have saved Serena. The doctors performed the first surgery and they were supposed to perform the next one the day after. Serena was put under intensive care and Blair would not leave her side. Serena's mom was out to buy coffee when Serena suddenly stopped her breathing. Blair called out for her, tears streaming down but Serena left her that night.

The first week Blair was sure it was her fault, if they weren't planning for a picnic, Serena wouldn't be in an accident. Then Blair found out that Serena had gone off downtown to buy the macaroons Blair loved so much because it was sold out in Manhattan. It was as if everything was planned to kill Serena off this world. Serena was the only one who had truly loved her and God had to take her away.

Blair lost her faith that day.

Blair went back to reality when the chauffer said they have arrived. Blair looked out and sees it. Café Boulud. The place she often goes with Serena. The last place she ever saw Serena was in Café Boulud. She went in and everything was still in place. She sat down on the place she often sat with Serena and it was as if Serena's angelic halo came in through the door waving at her.

"I miss you so much, Serena," Blair whispered and she looked down seeing tears coming down on the menu she was holding.

"Be happy Blair," Serena always said. Blair shook her head. If only she could be.

Meanwhile, in Brooklyn.

Dan drove into a parking space and looked at the papers Chuck had given him. It was the guest's informations and Dan could only laugh at how much Chuck had given him his trust. Dan looked into it and at least 3 out of 10 was a spy for Bart Bass. He compares it to the database given by the Biro and dismissed the regular guests data on the passenger's seat.

Pictures were in and he scanned for unusual behavior. Then he sees the lonely girl from the bench, Bart Bass's mistress talking to Chuck. Chuck Bass always have a mischievous look on him but he looked serious. Dan had looked up for Blair's details and he found out she was a Waldorf. He didn't search for more as he was just checking up all the details about the people around Bart.

Dan typed in his computer and Blair's details came in. He didn't know why but he was intrigued by something. Blair was his age and she was an Upper East Side princess once. He knew about Eleanor Waldorf leaving for Rome and the company sacking Blair out. But something was not quite right.

The father who left, Harold Waldorf was said to have left her when she was only 5. But he was here, right there at the party. Under the name Tyler Manning, Harold is Bart Bass' right wingman. It seems that the young Blair didn't even realize that her father was right there beside her.

To Be Continued