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Shiloh McMahon sat on the plush couch of her palatial home flipping through the channels aimlessly. She had everything she ever wanted at her fingertips from the very beginning of her short life.

There was the ten thousand square foot home on several acres of property in one of the trendiest neighborhoods in Miami. It had been decorated by the most sought after designers in the world with only the finest décor. She had a giant pool with the ocean only a few meters away. A private chef prepared all of her meals, a maid did her laundry and kept the house immaculate. Her personal trainer was on her doorstep every morning five days a week to keep her in tip top shape.

She had everything she ever wanted and hated every second of it.

The house was her own personal prison. The people hired to serve her were her guards. She was well aware that they reported back to her family so they could keep a constant supervision of her even from thousands of miles away.

She looked around her elegant living room in contempt. The start contrast of the black and white décor mirrored her own life.

She had been unwanted from the very beginning. An unexpected surprise in the otherwise carefully planned lives of Vincent and Linda MacMahon. She had been conceived late in her mother's life and as a result had been tarnished from the start.

As a baby she was welcomed and coddled but with no where near the vigor of her elder siblings, Shane and Stephanie. Shiloh grew up alone in the care of her nannies and tutors only being brought out for holidays, birthdays, and minimal other occasions. Her quiet life was only interrupted when absolutely necessary.

That all changed the moment her body began to. When she began filling out her awkward "too long" limbs, her family took notice. She suddenly turned into a teenage geisha, being paraded around to captivate clients, co-workers, and fans alike.

Morphing into the carrot dangling in front of the proverbial donkey was worse than being ignored. Going from no attention to being suffocated with it left her crying herself to sleep most nights when she was called upon.

When she was no longer needed she was sent back to Miami and "rewarded" with some trinket she had never asked for nor needed. She craved the attention her family constantly denied her. She longed to be treated like Shane or Stephanie.

She was obsessed with it to the point she would compromise almost anything to make them happy. They all knew it and exploited her constantly for it.

There was no grey area with them. Only black or white. On or off.

That was why when her phone rang she sprung off the couch like it had been loaded with explosives.

"Hello?" she answered excitedly.

"McMahon residence." Bianca, her maid answered at the same time.

Stephanie sighed through the line.

"I've got it." Shiloh snapped quickly.

"You know she gets paid to answer the phone too." Stephanie smarted off after she heard the click from the other line.

"I know but..."

"Anyways..." Stephanie interrupted, "I was calling to let you know that I arranged a trip for you up to Chicago next week."

Shiloh's spirit fell instantly, "Steph, I don't know."

She scoffed, already irritated with her sister, "We both know you have absolutely nothing to do. Besides we can go to dinner for your birthday. Its much easier to fly you to us than to make the trip down there to see you."

"Really?" a tinge of excitement crept back into her voice.

Her birthday had never been a big deal to anyone. It was more of an annoying meeting her family was obligated to attend. She had only received generic birthday cards from them for the past three years. Being face to face with them was almost too good to be true.

"Sure." Stephanie answered.

She sounded distracted.

"That's it then?" Shiloh asked skeptically, sitting on the arm of some ridiculously expensive leather club chair.

"No, I have some new guys that I need you to deal with too. You'll be here in enough time to handle that for me and then we'll celebrate." she said.

Shiloh groaned, "But its my birthday. Can't I just come and see you and not have to deal with those meatheads for once?"

"Why do we have to have this argument every time Shi? Do you want to spend your birthday with Bianca again?" Stephanie retaliated, "Don't be such a brat. We'll have a nice dinner and catch up after you talk the guys down. Its not a big deal. You do it all the time."

She chewed on her lip already knowing she was going to give in.

She never said no. It was her biggest flaw.

"Right, so I'll see you next week. I'll send all of the info to Bianca so she'll have you ready then. Okay?" Stephanie rushed.

"Yeah, I guess so." she pouted sadly, falling back onto the cushions.

"Don't sound so grateful." Stephanie added sarcastically, "See you soon."

Shiloh chewed on her lip looking up at the ornate crystal chandelier. There was never a moment where she could be celebrated as being an actual member of her family. She was the black sheep just because she had been born. Every time she hoped for a different outcome she was thoroughly disappointed. One day maybe she could stop holding them in such esteem so she wouldn't be let down. Today wasn't the day. The hope had already settled in her chest and she couldn't dispel it even if she wanted to.

"Mrs. Stephanie say we need to get you packed." Bianca interrupted her thoughts.

"Yeah, I guess we can get started." she frowned.

"You always so sad Shiloh. You get to be with them for your birthday this year. Cheer up." she smiled, cupping her cheek lovingly.

She shrugged, her blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears, "Maybe things will be different this year."

"Dats better." Bianca seemed satisfied with her reply because she turned to go upstairs to get her luggage.

Shiloh looked at her family's picture on the sitting desk by the stairs. Somehow even the photographer had been able to capture the indifference she was constantly subjected to. Her eyes always gave her away. They were too expressive, or so she had been told.

She squared her shoulders with a deep breath, "It'll be better this year."

"Shiloh, vamos!" Bianca called from the top of the stairs, her arms full of Louis Vuitton luggage.

"It can't get any worse." she groaned, trudging up the staircase.


So there you have it. A little insight on Shiloh.

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