Emily Thorne looked out at the beach from her veranda. The sun was shining, and she could feel the warm, golden rays around her, filling her with a radiance and happiness that only nature could provide. For a brief moment she was absorbed in the serenity of the rolling waves and paper-white sand of The Hamptons. She breathed in, closing her eyes. A continuous clicking sound suddenly interrupted her sense of peace. Daniel was typing away at his computer. Emily's heart sank. In three days, she and Daniel would be married. Emily's marriage to Daniel was part of her master plan, the plan she had spent months and months preparing. It was a mission she knew she had to finish, not only to honour the memory of her beloved father, David Clarke, but also for herself.

Conrad and Victoria Grayson had torn everything from her and now she wanted her final taste of sweet revenge. The final piece of the puzzle was only a few days away from being slotted into place.

She felt a driving force inside of her, pushing her to the edge, pumping adrenaline through her body. She wanted to take down the Graysons, particularly Victoria Grayson, for good. She was planning to frame Victoria Grayson for the murder of Emily Thorne. For Emily to fake her own death it meant she could finally escape with Aiden, far away, and they would both be able to live the life that they had always dreamed of. Emily was confident that she could make Victoria's life a living hell, which was what she deserved. Many years ago, Conrad and Victoria had conspired to frame Emily's father for the downing of Flight 197, which had resulted in David Clark being imprisoned for life for a crime he didn't commit. David had been falsely convicted and ripped away from his daughter forever, all because of Conrad and Victoria. He had died whilst in prison. The Graysons had destroyed her father's life and also Emily's. Now was her final chance to seek retribution for what the Graysons did.

She wanted to take everything away from the Graysons, just as they had done to her. They were evil monsters and Emily desperately wanted to see them fall apart once and for all. Her last opportunity had finally arrived.

Victoria Grayson tried to ignore the endless flow of thoughts and worries spinning around in her head. She stood, motionless, on her enormous balcony overlooking The Hamptons. Despite her incredible fortune and opulence, Victoria felt numb and empty, as if all the life had been drained from her. She was tired of pretending. She was tired of acting as if everything was wonderful. Her entire life was a lie and nobody seemed to understand or care. She was a scam, a liar and on top of it all, a terrible mother to her dear children, Daniel and Charlotte. Nobody despised Victoria as much as she did herself. She often wished she could turn back the time and undo her actions. When she stood on her balcony she let her thoughts drift to the days when she was truly happy, the days when she was in love with David Clarke - his smile, his strength, the touch of his lips against hers, the way his blue eyes sparkled with light as he would look at her. No matter how hard she forced herself to think only of the good memories, nothing could erase the pain and regret she felt. Every day she was reminded of what she did to David Clarke. She would never forgive herself for it.

As Victoria turned to go back inside, her heartbeat quickened. From above she could see Emily Thorne sitting on her veranda steps, talking to Daniel. Victoria sighed and immediately felt a burning rage flood through her body. Emily and Daniel were to be married in a few days and Victoria could not stand the mere thought of it. She had not trusted Emily since the day the young woman had arrived at The Hamptons several years ago. There was something about Emily that made her feel incredibly on-edge. Victoria knew that her naïve son Daniel was far out of his depth with the mysterious Emily. She could not stand seeing them together, and the idea of their marriage made Victoria furious. She felt overly protective of Daniel and she knew that Emily was no good for him. Victoria could see that her son was in love with Emily, yet her instincts told her that there was no way on earth that the feeling was mutual. However, this was not the only reason for Victoria's anger.

She watched Emily. She was tall, blonde, attractive, polite and charming. She was also witty and highly intelligent. She moved with grace and elegance, had impeccable manners and was incredibly wealthy. Victoria gazed down at the couple and was lost in deep thought.

It was no surprise that Daniel had fallen for Emily; he had been swept of his feet by the girl next door. Emily was every man's dream.

Yet she was also Victoria's.