Chapter 21

Diane's POV

Sitting in my office, I tried to focus on anything other then mountain of problems that was at my doorsteps and in my family's lives.

But I couldn't. There was nothing that I could possibly think that would take my mind off my predicament. Absolutely nothing.

I was losing business and the privacy of my family especially my children were being abused.

"You know, this is actually funny if you think about it" Nina said aloud as she folded the trash she calls a newspaper and throwing it where it belonged. In the trash.

She had called me yesterday asking me to meet her in her office because her boyfriend had some news that could help me. I had been here for over an hour and there was still no sign of him.

I turned to look at her with a scalding look. "Pray tell what it is that you find so amusing" I asked her slightly annoyed.

I didn't wait for her to respond and just continued talking. "Is it amusing that my name and face are being dragged through the mud? Or the fact that I have people banging at my doors every single day, saying they want to investigate some sort of bull again? Or the fact that I can't leave the comfort of my house and my kids can't get a moment of peace? Which one?"

"None. I just find it amusing the amount if energy and money they have poured into all these shenanigans. It's just too bad that it will all be for a waste. And I find it amusing that they think that they can't get away with this" she replied never once missing a beat or showing annoyance at my moody attitude.

But can you blame me. For a whole thirteen days there has been nothing but talk about me. My name has been splashed on all TV shows and rag tag magazines that you can think of.

Across the whole damn country. There was nothing funny about this.

The newspapers were not so kind. They were calling me a "classy tramp", A fake, only to name a few. I was being accused left right and center of being nothing more than a farce who has done nothing to earn her name and her money.

And I of course knew who was behind it.

"When is lover boy getting here?" I asked her dryly.

"I don't know. He has been out of the country for a week or so.

Then yesterday he called to say that he would like to see both of us" she explained to me for the second time today. I was impatient.

A knock came on Diane's door thinking it was him I sighed.

But alas it was only her assistant.

Peeking in "Hey turn to channel 4 you might want to see this" then closed the door.

She gave me a look and I just returned it with a shrug. Then taking a deep breath and embracing myself for what I was going to see. I had been through this before. What else did and could they come up with.

This time it was a talk show Jill and Scott.

"What in Hades" | muttered to myself. This man was moving

up.

And there was my nightmare. The man who I did not know from Adam who was making it his personal mission to destroy my life.

"So tell me again, how did this woman Diane get a hold of your stories?" Scott asked the man sitting across from him.

"Well Diane and I went to school together. She wrote a little bit of short plays and I encouraged her to do so. We were quite close. Well she had a falling out with her family and ran away from home. We still kept in touch and one day there was an ad for a playwriting contest and she talked me into participating.

I wrote the screen play Sands. Hoping to pitch it to George Sinclair. I was busy with work and she was just staying at home doing nothing. But in her defence she was pregnant so I thought that we would have an edge"

"Yeah cause everyone is sympathetic to pregnant women" Jill joked.

"Yeah I thought so too" he laughed back. "But anyways she had the look and the edge we needed so we decided together she will submit and audition the play and would bring me into the fold later"

"But it never happened" Scott finished for him.

"Nope"

"Why are you now coming out with this story? It has been over seven years"

"Because it was time someone did so. And I'm glad to see that I am not the only one. And I hope more people will come out with their stories" he replied.

"Do you think she slept her way to the top?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. If she was able to double cross me then I guess she is capable of anything" shaking his head.

I gotta give it to the guy he is very convincing. This was bad.

This was getting problematic each day. For weeks I saw my face splashed on covers of rag tag magazine that could be imagined. I was now one of the most hated girl on the internet. The fiction that was being passed was more than any that I could ever write in my life.

Some of these fictitious myths were just down right ridiculous. And hurtful. The lies that people could come up with you wouldn't believe.

Men and women that I had never even heard of up until now were just coming out of the wood works. Trashing me, accusing me, berating me, I'm sure if it had been legal they would lynch me to death.

My charge, stealing other people's ideas and selling them off as my own. It started with one person and that was the man on the show, Adam Copper. He came out to accuse me and provide a picture of me to the media. The privacy I had worked long and hard to achieve was gone.

Evervone became interested in the woman who supposedly write Sands and other of my hit series. Some of my shows were even put on hold because of these investigations.

Adam's accusations were quite strong and dangerous and for the life of me I couldn't understand why he would decide to take a career of causing havoc for men and women.

What was worse was that I couldn't exactly disprove these facts. They (whoever he was working with) had gotten a hold of some very sensitive information that only the writer of a movie would know. How they did that I have no idea.

This was one of the reason why I never showed my face and avoided the media. I disliked the limelight and people prying into my life was not how I wanted to spend my free time. It was too much work to have cameras flashing everywhere you go plus I had kids to think about. I wanted them to have a normal life.

This was just callous.

And I know who was behind it. Only one family could possibly do this. Actually two families. And I could bet my last bottom dollar that they were behind this. Think about it, up until last week I was not known and two weeks after my contact with them my name is being splashed everywhere.

Coincidence? I think not.

It was getting to me. I was accused of being the mistress and the cause of some high class divorces. And the had my assets frozen till because I was being audited.

This was just wrong and they knew it. But you know, I could forgive them for all of this or anything they have done to me.

But one thing I will not let go is, coming after my kids.

I-don't care whatever I do to anyone, no one and I mean no one ever harms or comes near my kids.

Two weeks after meeting them and suddenly Child Protective showed up to my doorstep.

They had Child Protective Services show up at my house eight o'clock in the morning with a warrant to investigate my home in the lives of my kids. Well immediately, I called Nina and she managed to dissuade them. And hold them off.

The full story was that one of my kid's teachers had 'called' Child Welfare out of 'concern' about the safety of my kids.

Something about seeing repetitive bruising on their arms and mental distress. Somebody was certainly my on their payroll.

I underestimated just how far the Timmons and Dwights tentacles reached. They had their arms in almost everything.

If they thought that this was going to scare me they better think again. I would do practically anything to protect my children. Go to any lengths for my children.

I just don't understand why someone would do something like this. If there was any possibility of letting Dwight near my kids that just went out the window after the stunts he is pulling.

What is this teaching them, what kind of message is his actions sending to them? That if you don't get your way, destroy innocent people until you get your way?

Heck no! What kind of environment would my boys be in.

I prided myself in teaching my children to accept responsibility for their actions. To be remorseful and to work towards regaining trust and forgiveness. And above all I taught my kids to never wanted never waiver in their morals and truths.

And I will not go back on my word. That would make me a hypocrite.