THE DYNASTY DEMOLITION PROJECT

MORGAN'S POV

The urge to strangle Orion Breene with a thong was overwhelming!

No matter how far down my social media page I scrolled, every one said the same thing: 'Morgan Kaelson attempted suicide because she was heartbroken about being cheated on by her fiancé!' To think that these people thought I'd end my precious life for someone as unworthy, disgusting and despicable as Orion Breene was what infuriated me even more.

"…I swear to you, Neon, if you do not do this right now, I'll wreck your holiday house in the Bahamas."

I took a glance at my mother who was looking as frustrated as the day my father handed her divorce papers. She was yelling at my father who was all the way in a different continent spending his money on some young broad from an exotic place, demanding that he talked to Orion's father and cancel our engagement. Despite how frustrated she was, Barbara still managed to look classy and beautiful. It was one of the things I admired most about my mom.

"I'll set fire to your cars faster than I snipped that wretched slut's hair in pieces when you brought her home during your daughter's birthday." I winced as the memory of that night came to my mind. It didn't matter to Barbara Lee Montgomery that she was an attorney and senior partner at the number one law firm in the country, if it pleased her, she'd break the law to make you pay in the worst ways possible.

"When I'm done with you, Neon Kaelson, you'll rue the day you ever thought it wise to get on my bad side!"

They continued arguing over the phone while I went back to staring at my laptop.

The comments, videos and images circulating the web were greatly annoying. My mother had managed to delete the video of me falling from the balcony of the boys' tower before many people got to see it, but the fact that the idea was already out there triggered my already boiling rage. It was speculated that I saw the video of Orion and Chloe having sex, went up to the boys' tower to confront him but ended up being heartbroken instead and decided to end it all right there. And people ate that shit up like crazy!

The bright side of it – which honestly wasn't as comforting as I want it to be – was that all the hate was being poured out on Orion and Chloe. After all, they made the Nation's Princess feel so miserable as to want to end her own life!

"Oh, I cannot believe that bastard."

My mom had ended the call with my father and was now pouring herself a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the L-shaped Italian leather couch I was sprawled across, mumbling about how she couldn't believe she once loved my father.

"Baby, are you alright?" she asked when she saw my screen. I closed it quickly but it was too late; she already saw it and now she thought I was depressed.

"I am going to sue that school of yours for almost killing you. How dare they make a parapet that low? Don't they know how dangerous it is for students to be up there like that? With all the money we paid, you'd think they'd make better infrastructure." My mother knew I wasn't supposed to be there and that the parapet was not in any way faulty, but she needed someone to blame for my accident and my missing school for an entire week, and she'd sooner fire bullets at unsuspecting passers-by than even look at me accusingly.

"And to think that they let that video out like that. How could they have allowed that to happen? Their security personnels have to be fired. I'll make sure to hire better ones that wouldn't let security footage like this get loose!" She hugged me with one arm while her wine glass was secured in her other hand.

"I'm sorry for what you're going through. He doesn't deserve you, sweetie."

"Mom, you don't honestly think that I jumped because of him, right? I mean, you've taught me never to love a man so much that I lose myself. Do you really think I'd discard your teachings so soon?"

"Baby," she cooed and dropped her glass of wine on the marble coffee table and hugged me properly then.

"I'm not talking about that. I know you didn't jump. It was probably an accident. I'm talking about being humiliated like this. Having everyone think – know – that you were cheated on by that asshole. Having people talk about you and feel bad for you or mock you. I know how that feels, baby. I'm sorry you're going through this at such a young age."

My father really did do a number on my mom. Despite the fact that he was a lying, cheating scumbag, I did still love him. He's probably the only lying, cheating scumbag I'll ever love in my entire life.

"You know, Neon just posted a picture of his new catch." I tried my best to not groan and roll my eyes as I pried open my laptop again. Barbara Lee Montgomery went around saying that she was over my father and that she hated him more than God hated sin, but that didn't stop her from stalking him and monitoring his every activity like some kind of crazy ex-wife. And she never referred to the women he dated like they were human beings. Never!

"Guess what her name is?" she asked as I looked at Gigi's post. It was a picture of my Bichon Frise with a caption that was written in Japanese. I didn't have it in me to click the translate button, so I just stared at the dog while only half listening to my mother.

"Morgan! That's right. Her name is Morgan. What kind of sick bastard is he, dating someone with the same name as his daughter?"

It occurred to me that Gigi never once called or visited me all this while I was at home even though she was the one that almost killed me. You'd think that almost sending your best friend to the light would warrant some kind of visitation right, but apparently it didn't.

"The way he's acting, I'm surprised his stocks are still going up. Don't people get mad at fathers who don't spend time with their family but instead go around philandering and womanizing? What happened to all those keyboard warriors that were present when I first allowed you to model for Devereaux?"

 For some reason, at the mention of Devereaux, my mind went to that tattoo guy that rescued me and wanted my ex-boyfriend's head on a spike in exchange for his selflessness. It made me wonder why he was so mad and what exactly his relationship with Chloe was. From the statement he made, it did seem like they were dating, but then again, he could have just been angry on my behalf. Not to brag, but I had a lot of fans who would do anything for me.

"I have the mind to do exactly what he's doing. He'll be so pained to find out that I'm seeing someone new."

That made me smile. The idea of my father caring who my mother slept with seemed funny to me. He stopped caring about her way before he started dating girls that were less than five years older than me.

"You think dad will be jealous if you started seeing someone new?" I asked, ignoring my laptop now.

"Oh yes. Remember Crealine, that smoking hot gym instructor I had last summer?" I crumpled my face in disgust at the idea of my mother describing someone like that.

"Well, when Neon saw us coming out of the gym together, he was so pissed and so jealous that he became a member of the gym just so he could watch us and ended up buying the gym so he could fire Crealine. He has always been petty like that. I think it's a man thing. The thought of someone else liking the person that they used to go out with, regardless of if they still liked that person or not, just makes their skin crawl and they cannot let it go. They become even pettier and start to act like they want you back in their lives. Bonus point if it's someone they know. But never, ever fall for it, because the moment you agree to accept them back, you're giving them the upper hand and they begin to think that they have you in the palm of their hands."

I stopped paying attention once what was important to me settled in.

Men were possessive and competitive by nature. Even if they didn't want something, as long as another man saw it as something desirable and attainable, they'd want to have it, be it a woman or a property in Maldives. Every man was like that, which just meant Orion was like that too.

"…I could sleep with Crealine just to piss him off. I promise you, he'll lose his mind over it and wouldn't be able to get any sleep. I'd do that just to get that reaction out of him. And I'll make sure to post it online too. Not us having sex, though, just the two of us hanging out."

It was probably the most ridiculous idea I had ever had, but it was diabolical and a sure-fire way to make Orion regret humiliating me like this and making the whole world look at me like I was some kind of pitiable little creature.

"Mom, I'll be right back."

I didn't answer her when she called back and asked me where I was going. I had an idea that needed to be put in motion and the one person I knew that would listen to me and actually help me out in this insane plan was living all the way on the other side of town.

After spending almost twenty minutes trying to locate his cul-de-sac, I finally found it.

"Jeez, you only gotta ring the doorbell once. I'm not deaf, y'know."

For a second, I almost forgot what it was I went there to say. He was standing before me shirtless with his hair dripping wet. His tattoos gleamed under the pale glow of the afternoon sun, and his eyes, though squinted as water from his hair dripped into them, were so pretty, I couldn't stop looking at him.

"What are you doing here, Briarwood?" he asked, bringing me back to reality. "Come to show your immense appreciation for my rescuing you after you bolted out of my house last week like I wanted to murder you?"

"You asked for something that was honestly crazy and quite unreasonable. Of course I ran away."

"And now?" He folded his arms across his chest and I watched his muscles flex.

"Now, I realize that you were not far off the mark." He raised his brow at me imploringly, his eyebrow ring moving as well. I wondered how he managed to have that pierced. It must have hurt a lot.

"While killing is not in my bucket especially since he'll get over the pain almost immediately, how about we do something much more painful with a long-lasting effect?"

My smile grew then and I knew I had piqued his interest. With a calculated step forward, I looked him straight in his pretty hazel eyes and said:

"How about we fuck their entire dynasty instead?"