The Van Russells-Classic Family

At the mansion that is the home of Marty, his wife Jennifer, and their two daughters Daphne and Elayne. The four are sitting in the breakfast room at the table and eating while not making a sound. It's quite eerie. Daphne sips her orange juice and looks at her father.

"Dad, I need an intern this semester. I was thinking I could work down at Van Russells, with you."

He beamed a bright smile at her, because that is all he ever wanted, for his offspring to have an interest in the family business. "Of course dear, why work anywhere else."

Elayne rolled her eyes at her.

"I hear you have a big announcement to make. Care to share?" Daphne asked.

"Daph, I don't discuss business at home."

"But Dad, this will be huge for Van Russell stores. This is the type of expansion we need at just the right time."

Elayne rolls her eyes again.

"So, how do you know so much about this deal?" Marty asked his oldest daughter.

"Jessica Scoville has an International Business class with me. She was bragging about it."

Marty hated leaking his business, especially when it was family doing the yapping. Though he loved his daughter, his business was not her business.

"Isn't Jessica that snooty snot that would not give you the time of day in high school?" Elayne asked.

Daphne shrugged. "We're friends now."

"Yeah, I bet," Elayne mumbled, scooping up a forkful of egg whites.

"I hope you are taking some time to have fun in college instead of constantly stressing about grades and studying and work and-" Jennifer started.

"Jen, that's what school is for. Daphne, you're doing fine," Marty told her.

"I'm just concerned that the girl will never find a suitable husband nor keep her appearance...approachable if she continues-"

"Mother, please!" Daphne groaned, dropping her napkin. "If you think I'm in school to meet a boy? Well, you don't even know me. I'm not you!"

Jennifer looked at her daughter with disdain. She wasn't thin or looked like a Barbie doll with bought and paid for body parts.

"Obviously you're not."

Daphne jumped up from the table, her face red with rage.

"I'm going to my room."

Daphne walked off and everyone sat there quietly till they heard her door slam.

"Jen, you really ought to watch what you say to your daughter. She's a good kid and she's going to be a great asset to the company in a few years."

Jennifer ignored him and turned to Elayne.

"How was the party?"

"Great! Except that Chrissy left me there."

"You two argue?" Marty asked.

Elayne shrugged. "I think she's upset that the guy she likes, likes me."

"I don't like it when my daughter and niece fight over a boy. You two are best friends."

"I know daddy, but-"

"And whatever issues you have, work them out, you're family."

Elayne stopped chewing her food and dropped her fork. That was true. Chrissy had always been there for her. They shared everything. Clothes, shoes, homework. She just did not want to share Tony.

CHRISSY VAN RUSSELL-Poor Little Rich Girl

In the hallway at Dunlap Academy, the elite prep school of Midtown, Chrissy stands at her locker tossing books inside and then slams the locker shut.

"Hey cuzzo, trying to kill that locker?" Tony asked walking over to her.

Chrissy turned into a puddle of goo when she saw him.

"Hey, Tony."

"Something wrong?"

"No. I'm fine!"

"Are you gonna be at your mom's this weekend?"

Chrissy wanted to, but it was not her scheduled time to spend with her mother. Her parents had split custody, and she spent every other weekend with Sasha. During the week she stayed with her father. Really her grandparents because her father was never there.

Her parents divorced when she was eight and she did not remember much but it was a long-drawn-out process that took years. Her father won the custody battle, with her and her brother spending eighty percent of their time with her father, and twenty percent with Sasha. No matter if he was in town or not the rules could not be broken so she was not allowed to spend more time with her mother.

"I don't know if my grandmother will let me. You know my dad doesn't like Antonio too much. And now my dad hates my mom even  more for marrying him."

"Why can't Van Russells and Jacksons get along? We get along, right? And I'm cool with Elayne. We can all just be one happy family."

Yeah, right! Her uncle Marty would never be in the room with a Jackson. Her father thought the Jacksons were scum. She was brought up to hate people she did not know and never knew why. It was not until her mother married Antonio did she see that they were normal, nice people. Except her stepfather could not stand any Van Russell. Even worse, Tony's mother hated them even more and would curse them all out if their name was mentioned.

Including her. She did not like Chrissy much. She hated her hanging with Tony.

"Your mother hates me."

"No, she doesn't."

Yes, she does, Tony thought.

"Chrissy, I need you to come over to my unc's this weekend."

"Why?"

"To hang. We're friends, right?"

"Of course."

"Coo! Then be there," he said, ruffling her hair then he walked away.

SASHA JACKSON-Rich Bitch Life

She was sitting on her deck, in a skimpy two-piece bikini, in the middle of the day, having a drink and catching up on celebrity gossip on Twitter. This was rich bitch life. She did not have to work, her husband made millions and all she had to do was look pretty and fuck him right. She received a nice alimony from her divorce from Ethan Van Russell, but by marrying Antonio, she lost that. The Jacksons were not half-stepping with their money, and Antonio loved to spoil her.

She loved being spoiled.

Cooking and cleaning were for the hired help, she never lifted a finger to even fold a sock. Household work was for bitches that were less than a dime and could not catch a player from the millionaire club. She was never going to be that poor little kid from the southside of Chicago again.

The doorbell rang, but she did not budge. It rang again like someone was leaning on it.

"Could someone get that!"

She had plenty of staff on hand, so she focused on relaxing in the sun.

She heard Meredith her trusty house coordinator, open the door. Then she heard the Demon Monster enter her home.

"Where's that slutty whore?"

"Oh great," Sasha muttered.

"Ms. Smith, I don't think-" Meredith started, but was interrupted.

"That's Mrs. Smith-Jackson to you! And you were my maid before you worked for that whore."

Meredith was first Antonio and his ex-wife's house coordinator, but Antonio kept her after the divorce. His ex-wife may have his old home, but since marrying her he built an even bigger house for her. Sasha would have gotten rid of Meredith once she became the lady of the house, but Mere hated that hag more than she did. She got along just great with Meredith.

Tamara Smith-Jackson stormed out onto the deck where Sasha lay.

"I do not appreciate you bad talking me around my little girls. And if I have anything to do with it, you will never see them again."

"Are you threatening me? Are you telling me you will keep Antonio's little girls from him?"

"I'd do anything to keep them away from you."

"Try it!"

Sasha knew for a fact Tamara did not care for her children. They were a means to an end for her. She had them because Antonio wanted them. He loved his three little girls. Sasha wanted him to love her enough so they could have one together.

"You may have my husband wrapped around your finger--"

"My husband," Sasha said with a grin, holding up her hand with the big rock on it. "He's my husband now. I'm Mrs. Jackson. He loves me, just like he loves his children. If you keep them away he will hate you even more."

"I'm not keeping them from him, I'm keeping them from you!" Tamara said, tossing her extra-long, honey blonde, lace front wig. She looked like Tyra Banks ten years ago. She was only forty-three, gorgeous if you get past the attitude, but as flamboyant as a drag queen.

"You can leave now," Sasha said, shooing her away with a flick of her hand.

Ms. High and Mighty stood there a moment testing Sasha's patience. The bitch came to her house with an attitude. She did not know who she was messing with. One hundred percent Mexican from the south side was about to come out.

"If Antonio wants to see his girls, he comes to my place."

"Like hell, he will," Sasha said, standing her barefoot five feet five inches in front of the five feet ten inch plus five-inch hooker-heeled Amazon woman. "Do you want us to take you to court for full custody? We will. You barely are a mother."

"And you're talking? Where are yours?"

Sasha wanted to pimp slap this bitch. Her children were her heart and the only reason she was not granted full custody is because Ethan promised to air out all her affairs. The reason the marriage broke up was that he caught her fucking their driver in the limo. That was just one of the trysts she'd had during their marriage, but that put Ethan over the edge. Ethan had numerous affairs during the marriage as well, but he had the means to destroy her image as a parent.

"I'm not going to argue with you," Sasha said calmly. "So...leave now before I lose my temper."

"You're not worth an ounce of my breath, slutty whore," Tamara said, turning so quickly that her long weave hit Sasha in the face and she was spitting out stray hairs.

That was all Sasha needed.

She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled violently, shaking Tamara's head. All Ms. Thang could do was scream and claw at Sasha's hand, but she had a death grip.

Sasha shouted at her in Spanish as she dragged her from the deck and through the house. Meredith and Jesus, the cook, came out to see what the commotion was about.

She hired Jesus, so he did not know how evil Tamara was, and he tried to get Sasha to calm down, speaking Spanish to her. Meredith just grinned and watched the whole thing. Sasha made it to the door and pushed her out she almost stumbled and fell.

"Don't ever, ever, ever, come into my home and disrespect me again, comprende?" Sasha said before closing the door on her face.

"Oh my Sasha, you are the Whoa-Man," Meredith said giving her a high five.

Hey readers!

Sasha, oh Sasha! The woman is doing dirt but she still wants it all. Someone needs to take her down a notch and maybe Tamara Smith-Jackson is the one to do it.

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Kimberly