Blythe's other son is Josh Spencer, a caring and sympathetic doctor who falls in love with Emma as Blythe becomes more and more desperate to destroy her former lover and his blissful life. Other characters include Madeleine Crawford, Theodore's supportive younger sister who is looking for romance any way she can. Lani Walker is Blythe's long-suffering personal assistant whose sister Violet is a courageous and tough employee of The Tides racetrack who gets involved in an attempt to ruin Blythe's plans.
Edward Hoffman is Emma's current boyfriend who is cheating on as part of a plan of his own to get his hands on the Crawford family's money. Revenge is a dish best served crazy! Add content advisory. Did you know Edit. Trivia Sean Young was originally cast as Blythe Hunter. User reviews 9 Review. Top review. I love wicked, wicked games.
It is well thought out, the plot twists are extraordinary and the acting is great. Blythe is really over the top, quite psychotic and a joy to watch for all true soap fans. You just never know what truly evil thing she is going to come up with next.
I must say though, Loni needs to get a backbone and really show Blythe what she can do. I wonder if Hope is really dead also. I cheered when Anna showed up. I think she is the only person that Blythe really fears. I understand that having your dead mom resurrect herself after twenty years can be somewhat troublesome and traumatic, but really Brooke has got to stop sniveling and handle the situation. Bring on the serious drama people, and I'll hold on to my hat.
I can't wait to see what happens next. Details Edit. Release date December 6, United States. United States. Art of Betrayal. Technical specs Edit. Runtime 1 hour. Related news. Jan 13 DreadCentral. Contribute to this page Suggest an edit or add missing content.
Top Gap. See more gaps Learn more about contributing. I loved her with every fiber of my being. I still did. That was why I was sure that nothing would happen between me and Edward. Amy had been dead for almost six years now but I still loved her. The love I had for Amy filled my entire heart, there was no room for anyone else. I pushed away the depressive spiral that thinking of Amy had started.
I needed to focus on the here and now if I was to survive high school again. Take a deep breath. The clock on the dashboard read am. Okay, I can do this. Walking inside, I made my way up to the desk there and saw a middle aged, red-headed woman wearing glasses. She looked up and beamed at me. Of course. I have your schedule right here. This is your schedule, a map of the school, and a slip for each of your teachers to sign. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Sitting in the cab, I looked over my schedule.
I had been right, school started at am. It was now am and the parking lot was completely full. I made my way out of my truck and over to building 3 where I had math first. The man at the desk looked up, took the slip from me and quickly signed it. The entire class was staring at me. I took a deep breath and just stared at my desk in hopes that they would eventually stop staring.
The next class went pretty much the same. Third period, however, is when I was forced to introduce myself to the class.
Varner was apparently a cruel man. Taking a deep breath I introduced myself. You can just call me Bella. That was all I was saying. I hurriedly made my way to the back to an empty seat, my face tomato red.
God, my own body did not blush this much. At the end of the period, a boy with shaggy, straight, black hair and glasses made his way over to me. Do you need help getting to your next class? I hurried to make it to building 5 where my next class was. Holland did not make me introduce myself and so I once again made my way to the back of the room and sat in an empty seat.
There was a girl in the seat next to me with curly brown hair. She introduced herself as Jessica the moment I sat down. It would have been awkward sitting alone with everyone staring at me. Before I met Amy, I used to sit alone everyday for as long as I can remember, but I had never lived in a small town where new students were a rarity. Snapping back to the present, I saw Jessica smile at me before the teacher called the class to order.
On the walk over to lunch, Jessica chatted at me about the most inane things. Who was dating who and the latest drama in class. I walked over to where the lunch line was. I grabbed some pizza and a chocolate milk.
Then I followed Jessica over to a table with a few other students. Jessica introduced me to them as we sat down. She introduced them as Mike, Tyler, Angela, and Lauren. Everyone at the table laughed.
Wet is pretty much the status quo here in Forks. How am I going to survive high school again? How am I going to survive as Bella in Twilight?!? During my silent panic, the conversation had moved on to a test some of them had in Trig.
She seemed unperturbed by my ire. I looked and sure enough, there they were. The Cullens. Extremely beautiful and incredibly pale. They were all looking away so I stared at them a little longer. Their beauty was just unquantifiable. She was dumbstruck. And what do you think of them? Like, together together. Obviously she was talking about herself there, still hurt by the fact that Edward had rebuffed or outright rejected her.
What was the point? Just to gossip? I mean the blonds are twins, the Hales, and the others are related. When I looked over, I met a pair of dark, nearly black eyes. I quickly looked away. I just made eye contact with Edward! He will resist. I just have to sit very still and ignore him. With that plan in mind I finished my lunch and made my way to Biology. This was a mission. Make it through Biology.
Thinking of it as a mission helped calm me. I was always calm during missions, I never let my fear guide me. I walked into the classroom and saw him.
Here we go. My heart, however, was racing. Get yourself together! This is a mission! I reprimanded myself as I handed the teacher my slip. Taking deep breaths, I was able to calm my heart rate. I walked calmly over to my seat and sat down.
I took measured breaths to ensure my heart rate stayed calm. I held perfectly still as the lecture began. I pretended that I was in a sniper position, waiting for my target. My target this time being the bell which signaled the end of class. I decided to also finally acknowledge the amount of pain I was in from my workout yesterday. I categorized each ache and pain and put them on my own scale of pain.
I grew up bouncing from foster home to foster home. The ones in which I was abused, I would run away.
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