PROLOGUE

Victor Newman paced back and forth in his glum office that held a secret he would never know. If he did find out, he would be so angry. Not just with Victoria, (although he doesn't even talk to her anymore) but also her "worthless" husband, Billy Abbott.

Oh yes, he had tried to interfere, but they still managed to remain in love and get married. That love had even been shown in his very office, of all places. But that's really not important. What's important is that they're together, here and now. But that's not right in Victor Newman's eyes.

The Newmans and the Abbotts have been rivals for countless years. Constantly squabbling, blaming, plotting, etc. So that's all Victor saw them as. Rivals. Enemies. Evil people. But in Victoria Abbott's eyes, everything is so much different.

She's got it all: a loving husband, a beautiful baby girl, and a lovely home. Her father disapproves, and yet she doesn't give a damn. Never again. Especially after the pain he caused her. The most recent, most horrible pain. Her miscarriage.

Victoria was carrying Billy's second child. They were so overjoyed. But of course, as expected, Victor had hated the idea of them having a child together. And a biological one! Victor Newman caused his own daughter's miscarriage and everyone knows it.

Even today, as Victor Newman paces intently across the hard-wood floor, he knows this: his daughter has one hell of a life with Billy Abbott. And although he won't admit it, he knows it'll turn out at least 1,000,000,000,000,000 times better than he claims. I mean, come on. We all know it.

But nothing's worse than what Victor will try to do today.