Chapter 1: Pretty Girl Rocks the Town

She had planned this day more meticulously than any bride. Every nuance had been arranged exactly from her attire to her entrance and, of course, her big reveal. She had systematically gone over every detail and even prepared for contingencies, which was not her usual way of handling things, but today was the day her life would change irrevocably. And she had known she would only get one chance to do this right. She had tried to prepare them, but no one could or would hear her. What she had to say didn't matter… until she entered that church. This was her day! And it was a long time coming, so she would do it her way and fuck the consequences! Her children mattered more than anything and they only wanted her to be happy. There had only been one man who had ever mattered as much as her kids, but he had new priorities now. And none of them included her. Old promises had died hard, but die they did. So she was going to mourn them in style… This would be a wake that the multitude of lying pseudo-saints and hypocrites of the sleepy little town of Port Charles would never forget!

My name is Keri, I'm so very
Fly oh my, it's a little bit scary
Boys wanna marry, looking at my derrière
And you can stare but if you touch it Imma bury

She slid on the handmade silk stockings she had created just for today, and attached them to her garter. Next, she slid into her sexiest little black skirt and a tight pink top that he would know on sight. She had considered wearing white… always fun to show up the bride on her day. It was a habit, she had picked up long ago for ruining other peoples special moments …one that Carly Roberts-Benson-Spencer-Quartermaine-Corinthos-Alcazar-Corinthos-Jacks-Spencer had perfected. She had spent the day in her spa pampering herself to perfection, and now her hair and makeup only required just a few touches for them to be just right. She adorned herself with her favorite fragrance and slipped into the highest, most expensive black Loubitin pumps she could get her hands on. With a final glance in the mirror, Carly smiled. "Welcome back, Carlybabes," she whispered, eyeing herself with devious gleam. "I've missed your particular brand of entertainment." And she hurried out of her hotel room without a backward glance, her mind already focused on checking in with her little surprise.

Pretty as a picture
Sweeter than a swisher
Mad 'cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with you
I don't gotta talk about it baby you can see it
But if you want I'll be happy to repeat it

She felt blessed that she had chosen to keep in touch with her contacts from her days with Lorenzo. She hired a special driver for this occasion since everyone else in this wretched town would have feared getting caught in the crossfire between Hurricane Carly and her intended targets. That was another remarkably dumb misconception people held about women and the organization… and Carly in particular.

Growing up in Florida and having spent plenty of time on the mean streets of Miami before ever calling this stupid burg home, Carly knew about the mob. She knew what being connected meant… especially to the women who married into it. She had always been smart about the business and the men all loved and respected her. No one, even her closest friend, fully realized all she had done as the number one woman to keep them on top. Her loyalty at all costs and against all odds would have been enough to gain their respect and love, but paired with her own brand of sexy street smarts and her ability to play her position so flawlessly through every regime change was enough to make her one of the most coveted women to ever be associated with an organization.

She had her own contacts with several organizations that were known only to her. The little pixie her supposed best friend had chosen had made far more enemies than friends and Carly's tacit acceptance of her had done more to secure the little tramp's survival than even her fiancé or anyone else ever could. But they would see…

After today, all of their illusions about her would begin to die. With an air of confidence more real and apparent than it had been in years, she caught Miguel's eye and gave him a smile. She slid elegantly into the stretch limo and with her eyes filled with fire, brimstone, and a devious delight, she tossed him one last wink as he shut the door.

My name is Keri, I'm so very
Fly oh my, it's a little bit scary
Boys wanna marry, looking at my derrière
And you can stare but if you touch it Imma bury

She'd given them all their warning and instead of listening, they thought they had shut her down. Maybe even broken her down, but they were all deluded if they took her silence for anything resembling weakness or acceptance. It was simply the calm preceding the storm… Hurricane Carly was on its way!

She'd known going in that many of them wouldn't listen. There assumptions that it was just mean old Carly up to her usual tricks were almost comical in their inaccuracy. They all figured it was nothing new only this time there would be no Jason to back her play so she would just give up and back down. She had spoken to Alexis, Kristina, Michael, the Quartermaines, and even him… the faithless one she was supposed to be able trust. No one ever wanted to hear the truth from someone they deemed a liar. Carly had even given the bride-to-be one last chance to come clean.

When the little pixie had "called her bluff", she had made a tactical retreat to plan her attack. She let them forgive her for her "bad behavior" and accepted their invitation to the wedding. They had even allowed her a 'plus one'. All of the little pixies would be in attendance ready to welcome their brethren into the fold and congratulate her on gaining the brass ring: marriage to Jason and Carly under control. What had they all been thinking? she wondered in furious amusement. Why were they always determined to underestimate her? Hadn't she proven her staying power by now? Well, it looked like they were all going to get one final lesson in Carlybabes 101: Carly can't be tamed. So you're either with her or against her.

All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl's a 10
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault, so please don't trip
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautifu
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She got the signal from her cell phone only moments after the limo arrived. She had a matter of moments before it was time. She quickly exited the limo and hurried into the building reaching the doors just in time.

"If there is anyone present who can show just cause why this man and this woman should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold you peace." She pushed open the doors and stepped into the aisle to a chorus of gasps.

Everyone turned to look, frozen in shock at the spectacle she made. She spoke confidently and calmly, her eyes gleaming with rage and devious humor, "Would the fact that the bride is a lying whore and a fraud be enough reason? No? How about proof?" She whipped out a piece of paper. "Which would you prefer: DNA tests?" She never turned as a tall, thin brunette beauty in all white stepped up beside her. "Or Alexis's REAL long-lost, biological daughter fresh from the prison my Uncle Luke freed her from? You don't mind me bringing her as my 'plus one', right? I just figured you can't very well marry Alexis's daughter if she's not even here."

If your looking for me, you can catch me (that's why)
Cameras flashing, daddy turned his head just as soon as I passed him
Girls think I'm conceited 'cause I know I'm attractive
Don't worry about what I think, why don't you ask him? (owoaah!)

Get yourself together, don't hate (never do it)
Jealousy is the ugliest trait (don't, never do it)
I can talk about it 'cause I know that I'm pretty
And if you know it too then ladies sing it with me

"Carly!" "You bitch!" "How could you, you lying tramp?" "Why you little hell spawn!" all flowed through the church like music to her ears as Nikita stepped forward like a younger, gentler Alexis, so very unlike the petite raven-haired beauty they all knew as Samantha McCall. Carly remained silent through it all and as her brown eyes held his devastated blue gaze, they communicated silently. She felt his hurt and his rage and his confusion. Still she waited…until he said one word: "Why?"

At the sound of the question coming from the town's favorite son so brokenly, the room was momentarily silenced awaiting an answer.

"You once told me I could destroy you if you let me," she answered coldly. "But you ignored the power you've had to do the same. Never once have you even acknowledged that fact, even though you have broken me over and over through the years. And you've always been there to stop just short of destroying me… until now. So I figured my last acts of friendship would be to introduce you to the Carlybabes everyone else in this town has told you about and offer you a little honesty. Not that I have EVER lied to you. Remember, all that sabotage I told you was not me. I told you I've grown out of cheap tricks. Well, Jason, welcome to the big leagues. I don't expect you to clean up my messes anymore…besides from the looks of things you have enough to clean up on your own. And for the first time since I laid eyes on you in Jake's, you are." Dropping her shields, she let them all see her vulnerability and pain before shutting them out… including Jason.

"I wish you all the happiness in your marriage," she chirped. "The good news is you'll never have to worry about me interfering with it again. But let me know if you ever find the real Jason Morgan, I've really missed my best friend. Have fun with your little town full of hypocrites and pseudo-saints!"

All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl's a 10
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault, so please don't trip
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
~Pretty Girl Rock, Keri Hilson

With those parting words, Carly turned and left to a chorus of outraged shrieks, furious threats, copious weeping, and a certain pixie bride begging her groom to listen. She smiled at Michael as she met him in front of the limo. "Thanks for coming. I know you'll miss Abby, but I promise you can come back after things die down. For once, let it be someone else's job to help clean up the mess while they get blamed for everything."

"I get it, Mom," Michael nodded; glad he'd listened to her mother's warnings this time. "Morgan's in the limo with Josslyn and our bags are in the back."

"Good," Carly sighed. "Lupe has been vetted and she'll be waiting for you at the plane. I have one more stop to make before we leave so I'll meet you at the airport."

As the limo pulled away, she turned to the man stepping out of the shadows. "Hey Johnny!" she chirped.

"Nobody's had the balls to call me that in years," he smirked. "Then again you've always had balls of steel."

"Too true!" she chuckled following him to his motorcycle. "Although I've had them nickel-plated and reinforced with titanium since your body-guarding days." She sobered and took a breath. "I need to see it one last time."

He nodded and after they were comfortable on his bike, he shot off into the night.