Was it said that this was almost over? Let's make this clear, this is far from over. Guess there was some minor changes...plans made. But who is up to what?

Taylor had it all mapped out. Shaheen would stay with Aunt V, every morning, every chance she gets; Taylor would go spend time with him. Taylor wanted to make sure that Shaheen was safe and was far away from those S. O. Bs! At night she would sing him to sleep, and then go back to the condo acting like she hadn't been anywhere.

Taylor was so happy to have Shaheen, he was her son. He was not her biological son but damn it he was her son spiritually. Who gives a damn about being technical! Taylor did vow to herself that one day when Shaheen was old enough to understand, she was going to tell him about Farah. But for now she didn't have to worry about that. She couldn't even stop thinking about raising him with Chad and starting a family. She had this reassurance that she was going to get her man back. Even though, she didn't know where he was or when their time would come, she was anticipating the day she could start over.

Taylor went to the dance studio. She was able to have her original back-up dancers and Rita, her choreographer. While taking a break, Taylor watched Marcella talking on her cell phone and she looked angry. Marcella hung up and quickly left out. Out of curiosity, Taylor decided to follow her to an empty office. Marcella thought she closed the door but it was cracked. Taylor peeked in and saw Jeremy. She had to stay to see what the hell they were planning next.

"You are going to marry this bitch? I am your wife!"

"Look, this all part of my plan. I marry her, she overdoses and I will make it look to be a suicide. I will have rights to it all. It's simple."

"Fuck your damn plan! Why can't you just kill her and get it over with?"

"What? You're going to back out now? We have come too far."

"Even if I had a choice, I have nowhere else to go! Have you forgotten how my family disowned me after I married you?"

"I am all you need! I am your family…your husband."

"Damn you, Randall!"

Taylor frowned. "What? Randall?"

"Don't you ever call me that again!"

"Why? You want to live this fake ass life style! You ain't shit! You will always be Randall John Hunter!"

Jeremy…I mean Randall…I mean…we are just going to keep Jeremy for now. Jeremy glared at Marcella, if that's even her real name. "This is what you wanted! I did all of this for you! Once I get all that money I promise you I will get you any and every thing you want. I want to make you happy."

Marcella's angry expression lightened. She wrapped her arms around Jeremy and kissed him.

Taylor was about to throw up. She went back to rehearsal and tried to keep her composure.

"Randall?" Taylor questioned again.

She couldn't think straight. So she decided that she was done for the day.

As everyone was leaving, Marcella came back fixing her clothes. Taylor shook her head and looked at her in disgust.

"I have an appointment and I am not going to be late because of you!"

Taylor rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. She followed Marcella out the studio and to the car. Taylor sat quietly.

Once at the condominium, Taylor still said nothing. She just did the usual going straight to the bedroom and locking the door. She waited until she was sure Marcella, Doug, Grieg, nor Jeremy was coming back. She quickly got herself ready and went to Aunt V's hotel suite.

Walking to Aunt V's door, Taylor smiled. It was actually quiet. She knocked on the door.

"Coming!" Aunt V quickly opened the door holding Shaheen. "Taylor, I am so glad you are here!"

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked coming in and taking Shaheen from Aunt V.

"Girl, it's a sell on handbags and perfume! You know how I am about sells!"

Taylor started laughing "Alright well you go have fun shopping. I have work to do. Could I use your laptop?"

"Yes, it's on the table."

Taylor laid Shaheen in his crib.

"I already fed and changed Shaheen, so you don't have to worry."

"Ok, thank you."

"I'll also try to find something for you! I'll be back later."

Taylor smiled. "Bye, Auntie."

Aunt V hugged Taylor then left. Taylor closed and locked the door. Taylor sat at the table, ready to start her investigation. "Randall John Hunter? Who are you really?"

She typed in his name and tons of articles came up. Even Marcella's whole name came up. Sydney Marcella Ivory-Hunter. Taylor was shocked. Marcella…Sydney was charged with kidnapping of a minor, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, identity theft, and robbery. Jeremy…Randall was charged with the same thing plus rape and attempted rape. They were wanted in five states. How was he able to get out of prison? Taylor also saw a picture of them, what they really looked like. Taylor stared at Jeremy's picture. Her mind went back as if she was 12 years old again. To remember seeing the evil in his eyes, how drunk he was but he knew what he was doing. It brought so much pain to know that she wasn't the only one but this other innocent girl was actually raped.

Taylor sighed. She got up hearing Shaheen stating to cry. "Shh...It's ok" Taylor picked him up and sat on the couch, giving him his pacifier.

He stopped.

"Shaheen Anthony Danforth, I'm not going to let that bad man hurt you. When Chad comes back he will take us home. He is going to be a great father. I know that as you get older he is going to want to teach you how to play sports. He is going to want you to play basketball for sure." Taylor smiled just thinking about the possibility.

Two days had past; Taylor had a private burial for Farah.

Taylor hadn't really heard anything about a wedding so maybe Marcella convinced Jeremy not to do it. But even if the wedding was going to happen, Taylor would still be humiliated by the media. People thought that her house burning to the ground was just to have an excuse to why she moved in with Chad. But that rumor was disregarded, seeing that it just didn't make any sense. But now, Taylor left abruptly to go to New York, Chad had a car accident and was allegedly killed in New York, and weeks later she marries a fucking "news reporter" in New York. That would be a mess.

Then not to forget about Taylor's "suicide accident" Jeremy was planning. It would be a lot of questions surrounding that situation alone and Taylor could never actually speak for herself. Marcella would cut the interviews short. So who would speak on it? You know who it would be.

Here is the next scenario. If the wedding doesn't happen, Jeremy would make for sure Taylor signed something to give him access to everything she had and Taylor would still have that "suicide accident". Taylor was in a lose/lose situation. Which one would you choose?

The next day, Jeremy came unexpectedly. He banged on the bedroom door. Taylor opened it and without him telling her to, she walked passed him and sat on the couch. He walked over to her slowly with an evil grin on his face. He had a magazine in his hand and handed it to her. Taylor could not believe it. On the front cover was a picture of her and Jeremy and the headline was, "Surprised Wedding Engagement!"

Taylor threw the magazine at him. "You really are enjoying this? I really hate you!"

"I'm just making this official."

"I am not doing this! Have all my money! I don't give a damn but I am not about to humiliate myself."

"You should be honored."

"Honored? Really?"

"Taylor Collins. It does have a little ring to it!"

"That's bull shit! The only reason why I did this was because I wanted to protect Chad. But you killed him so why the fuck am I still here? You have nothing on me! Were you going to try to use those pictures of me and Chad? Go ahead! The whole damn world needs to know that I love him, I wanted to be with him!"

"You think I'm stupid, little girl? You think you are a step ahead of me?" he chuckled. "I could really teach that little boy of yours how to succeed in life…"

Taylor gave him a shocking look. She got even angrier. "You leave Shaheen out of this!"

"Once you are dead, he will need my guidance."

"No, I'm not going anywhere!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Cold hearted asshole!" Taylor yelled and tears streamed down.

"Go ahead. Say what you want. Do whatever you want. All the more reason I have to end your pathetic life."

Taylor screamed in frustration.

"So we still have an agreement, don't we?"

Taylor said nothing.

"Don't we?"

Taylor just glared at him.

He smiled. "Good."

Jeremy walked out and slammed the door and locked it.

She sat back down on the couch. "Damn it! I can't do this anymore! I can't!"

Taylor let her tears of sadness fall onto the floor. How did Jeremy find out about Shaheen? That was not supposed to happen. She was supposed to protect him but she was already failing. Taylor had to face the fact that maybe Aunt V was right in the first place. She took on the responsibility to take care of an innocent child; he was now in danger. She should have gone to the police like Aunt V said.

Should've, could've, would've…Taylor didn't so that was it. She had no choice.

"Chad, please, come back to me…"