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Chapter 23
« Thread Started on Apr 18, 2009, 6:01pm »

Ridge walked through the door of the home he shared with Brooke. He loved their home. Full of love. They had their arguments from time to time but the love never faltered. Ridge remembered when he came to Brooke with the idea of building their dream home. She had been so excited. After months and months of construction and thousands of Brooke's "I was thinking instead of..." the mansion was even more they they dreamed. Everything had Brooke's loving touch. Her impeccable taste. He especially loved the portrait of Brooke in the foyer that he surprised her with. It was one of his favorite pictures from one of the various photos shoots of Brooke. She was wearing a stunning silky white dress and her golden hair flowed all around her. And then when they brought home their son...R.J. The nursery that Brooke had spent five months creating. When they placed their bundle of joy into his new crib. Brooke and R.J. were the two most important things in his life. He and Brooke and talked about possibly having one more child. It was more than likely that was going to happen as they both truly wanted another baby. Brooke said she would be happy with either another boy or a girl. Ridge claimed he didn't mind either but Brooke had a feeling he secretly wanted a daughter to spoil rotten. No matter what the child was going to grow up in a loving caring house. Unlike the one Bridget had endured for a year. He fumed every time he thought of how Oz had treated her. He just wanted to kill him with his bare hands.
"Hi Ridge." Brooke said as she walked into the room. "Donna was just here. She volunteered to take R.J. out for awhile. Spend some time with her nephew."
Ridge nodded and said nothing. Brooke sensed something was wrong.
"Ridge? Are you okay?"
"Yeah Logan. I'm fine."
Brooke sat down on the sofa. "Did you go see Bridget?"
"Yes I did. She seems to be doing okay."
"Good." said Brooke.
"Look Logan..." said Ridge sitting next to her. "There's something you need to know."
"What?"
"I don't know how to tell you this...It just...I could just kill that bastard!"
"Ridge...please tell me." said a worried Brooke.
"Bridget....she....She had been....Bridget had been pregnant."
"Pregnant?" repeated Brooke blankly.
"Yes. Pregnant. Deacon was the father."
"Was the father? Ridge..."
"She miscarried Logan. She got into an argument with Oz....he pushed her down the stairs and she lost the baby."
Brooke was mortified.. Pregnant? Bridget had been...and she miscarried....pushed down the stairs...
Finally she spoke. "That monster pushed my baby?"
"Yes. Bridget says she doesn't know if Oz knew about the baby. She doesn't think he did but.."
"I don't give a damn what he knew or didn't know! That horrible monster tried to kill my baby! He killed my grandchild!" Brooke exclaimed standing up boiling with rage. "I want him brought up on attempted murder charges AND murder charges...for killing my baby's child!"
"Logan please try to calm down..."
"Oh I'm calm." seethed Brooke. "I'm perfectly calm. I'll be even better when that creature is six feet under the ground! No...no that's too good for him..."
"Logan...Logan..." said Ridge putting his hands on the side of her arms. "Please....try to calm down..."
"That bastard is going to pay!" cried Brooke. "I'm going to make him pay! If it's the last thing I do!"

Oz stood outside on the terrace of the Marone mansion. Massimo had read him the riot act after finding out what had happened. Yelled at him about how he betrayed the family legacy and name. Ranted about what a horrible and despicable person he was. He was under strict house arrest in Massimo's home and had to wear an ankle monitor. The Marone lawyers were working on trying to get this whole matter resolved. As far as Oz was concerned this was all that bitch Bridget's fault. f*cking another guy. She probably f*cked him in Oz's very own home. In his very own bed. That stupid whore. She thought she was so damn clever. Hiding that diary. He knew all about that diary. He knew all about her escapades with Deacon. His spies told him all about it. The stupid bitch didn't know he had her followed. He had hired Frank Marks. The best in the business. He would dig up the dirt on your own grandmother if the price was right. Frank told him all about how Bridget met Deacon at the coffee house..how she flirted with him. Made him aware of how Bridget managed to sneak into the Lair with that fake ID and how that was the first time Bridget had screwed Deacon. He had it all on videotape. The whole thing. Oz remembered seeing that tape. He fumed at Bridget clearly enjoying the sex and screaming out Deacon's name over and over. He fumed but he couldn't look away. Watching her come over and over again. He had been captivated. So captivated that he had unzipped his pants and began rubbing himself. His hand moved up and down his hardened shaft until he came. Then he watched it again and did the same thing over again. He had other videos of the two having sex. In fact, he had every sexual escapade of the two on video. Like the first one, he found sick pleasure in watching. He wanted to kill her but at the same time it excited him to watch. Bridget was clueless to know any of it. He had the videos safely secured in a vault that only he knew about. Safely tucked away in a secure location. The very location that he had his OWN sexual encounters with several admiring females. Some hookers, some just looking for a good time. One in particular he enjoyed...Tracey Greenfield. Her long brown hair, nice big tits. Sometimes, he would put on one of the videos of Bridget and Deacon and he and Tracey would have sex while watching the video. Tracey had offered to try and seduce Deacon away from Bridget but Oz turned her down. He didn't want to share Tracey. Especially not with Deacon. It was gratifying enough to know that Bridget knew nothing about Tracey. She was one of the reasons he rarely touched Bridget anymore. Tracey was more hot and exciting in bed than that lame piece of ass Bridget. As far as Oz was concerned Bridget was the worst f*ck in the world. Always had been. It didn't matter anymore. This would all go away very soon. Bridget would pay for her betrayal and never be able to show her face in town again. Deacon....he had plans for that loser. The only thing that really stood in his way was that bitch Chloe and her stupid sister Roxanne. He knew that sooner or later those Forresters would find out about his marriage to Chloe. If Roxanne knew what was good for her, she would tell her sister to keep her big mouth shut. She knew the consequences. One slip...and their mother's so called "good name" would forever be tarnished. Yes those two whores would do anything to make sure that no one found how about who their precious mother REALLY was.

Brooke sat in the living room looking at pictures in the photo album. One in particular she loved. It was of her and Bridget when Bridget was a little girl. She had taken her to the park and was pushing her on the swing. Bridget looked so happy and carefree. Tears came to Brooke's eyes. No matter how hard she tried...she was unable to protect her little girl from Oz's cruel clutches. It steamed her to know what hell he put her through. And now...knowing that Bridget....she had been pregnant and she lost the child....all due to Oz's cruelty. Bridget had to endure it all her own. Never could tell anyone her elation at being pregnant with the child of the man she loved.....never could tell her sorrow to anyone about the loss of the child. Having to keep it all inside. It was too much to ask of anyone. She flipped a few pages and came across some photos of Bridget's wedding to Oz. Brooke picked on of the photos from the page. It was of Bridget and Oz after the ceremony. Brooke's eyes narrowed as she looked at Oz's picture. "You bastard." She seethed. "You are not going to get away with this. I'm not going to allow you to hurt my baby ever again!" Then it a fit of rage, Brooke tore the picture in half. She picked up the half with Oz. "You are never EVER going to hurt Bridget again. I don't care what it takes....Never will I allow you to hurt her again." Standing up Brooke walked over to the fireplace and threw the picture into the fire. She watched with no emotion as the flames engulfed the picture. "Rot in hell you bastard." She fumed to herself.

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Deacon: Admit it. Don't you wonder every day what it would be like if I hadn't messed things up? You tell me right here, right now that you don't think about what it would be like for us to be in love now the way we were? Bridget, with you believing in me, there's nothing I can't do.

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