Prince Nikolas Mikhail Stavrosovich Cassadine was ready to rule. He sat in his office drinking his finest whiskey. He may not have a country to rule over, but being CEO of ELQ would certainly do for today.

By tomorrow morning at 9am he would use his shares to take over. And by the weeks end if all went according to plan ELQ would be fully absorbed into Cassadine Industries. The Quartermaines would be no more.

The Quartermaines were power hungry, and had mismanaged the asset since Edward's passing. He owed to Emily-

Who was he kidding. He was doing it for himself. He deserved to be the one to finally take away their power. He was the innovative sage leader that company needed- not some kid who was barely out of school. They boasted themselves as the leaders of this town. They were wrong. He was.

He heard the knock at his door.

"I'm busy," said Nikolas.

The door opened regardless. Helena.

"How did you get here?" hissed Nikolas.

"Is that anyway to speak to your grandmother," said Helena, "I simply had a few personal things to take care of,"

"How did you escape?"

"I've lived on the island for most of my life my Prince, far longer than you. Now most importantly, I heard about poor Spencer and I had to come and see how he is doing-"

"He's fine. Healing nicely. It was touch and go at first, but he is stronger for it now," said Nikolas, "Now if you are done with your personal matters I think it's time we arrange for you to stay somewhere more secure."

"I see you haven't played hero to that street urchin you call a cousin yet. I certainly haven't seen anything in the papers that says that Jake Doe is really Jason Morgan," said Helena.

"They will find out when the timing is right," said Nikolas.

Helena smiled and sat down in his lush leather office chair.

"Excellent, so I presume that you have finally accepted that you are a true Cassadine. How close are you to taking ELQ?"

"It will be done tomorrow morning," said Nikolas.

"Oh my prince, you make me so proud,"

"Your pride means nothing to me," said Nikolas, "This is nothing but business. Once it is done I will find a way to let Sam know the truth about Jason."

"Pragmatic, I like it. You are ruthless, and putting your needs above any sentimentality. Bravo. It's unfortunate my plans for Mr. Morgan didn't come into fruition, but that doesn't mean it is all for naught," said Helena.

"What do you mean Grandmother?"

"My personal business my dear. I needed to check on my star asset. She was the only reason we were able to bring Jason Morgan back-"

CRASH. They froze. It wasn't Spencer. He was spending the weekend with his uncle Sonny.

"Show yourself!" said Nicholas.

Hayden slowly moved into the room. His bedmate.

"Who is this woman?" said Helena.

"What did you hear?" demaded Nikolas.

"Everything," said Hayden, "I know you had your reasons for keeping Jake's identity a secret, but you really are twisted aren't you."

"No more twisted than you pretending to be Jake's wife for financial means," said Nikolas.

"Don't you mean Jason," said Hayden, "Fine I'm a shitty person. I needed money. But you clearly don't. You are rolling in it. You are keeping you're own family, your cousin away from her husband."

"How do you know anything about Jason Morgan?" said Nikolas.

"You'd have to be living under a rock not to know," said Hayden.

"Well my dear, whoever you are You obviously are in need of money. Perhaps we can fund you. A trip to Greece perhaps to enjoy your new found wealth?" said Helena.

Helena rose to face Hayden, and Hayden stepped back.

"Good you know I'm a formidable foe. You should also know that you have two options. You can choose the money and keep your little mouth sealed, or you can disappear in a whole other way," said Helena.

"I'm not afraid of you. You're nothing but a walking skeleton. You're grandmother and you are twisted. I may be a bitch, but even I know that what your doing is wrong. If you won't tell Jason who he really is, I will," said Hayden.

Hayden moved to leave the room but Helena put her foot out and tripped her. Hayden fell an bashed her head on the corner of the marble hall table.

"I guess she chose option two," said Helena.

"What have you done?" said Nikolas, "We could have locked her up for the night. The guards could have stopped her from taking the boat. We had other options."

"I did what had to be done," said Helena.

He bent down to check her pulse. She was still alive. She was still breathing. He wanted power, but he didn't want to kill anyone.

"Well you failed. She's alive, and she is going to stay that way. If you kill her, I will turn you over to the police and you will be in the highest security prison in the world," said Nikolas.

"And I will take you down with me," said Helena.

"Unlike you, I am an example of the upright citizen in Port Charles," said Nikolas, "Thanks to your help I have the mayor and Police commissioner in my pocket. Now before she dies, I need you to have your personal doctor brought it. I know you didn't come back to haunt us on your own,"

Nikolas bent down and pressed her head wound. Helena grabbed her phone and dialled.

"Send me the doctor," said Helena, "Now."

"I thought I froze you assets," said Nikolas.

"Yes, you thought you did. There is more about me then you know," said Helena, "Now the doctor will be here within the hour. You can keep this twit alive, I'm going to have a drink-"

The door bell boomed.

"Check the surveillance footage on my desk," demanded Nikolas.

"It's that brat Sam Morgan, and she's with Jason Morgan," said Helena.

Nikolas felt his heart drop in his chest. This was the worst time. But he could do this. One more night and ELQ would be his.

"Grandmother, keep Hayden alive. I'll get rid of them. And if she dies on your watch-" said Nikolas.

"I know, I know. Just get rid of the riff raff," said Helena.

Nikolas ran to the doorway and attempted to compose himself. Helena moved onto the ground and held the dreadful wretch's head in her lap. She pressed her scarf over the wound. It seemed to be starting to congeal. It would be easy to just snap her neck. But her grandson had insisted. He did always have terrible taste in bedmates.