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Danny's Backstory (Part 1)

Life.

Death.

Life is love.

Death is loss. 

In this story..we will explore the themes of life and death. The themes of love and loss.

The themes of good and bad.

Like any story it all started with a bad woman and good man…and life and love…then loss. Then death.

It was a dark night, and Isabella Culton had slipped into a nightclub.

The music was loud, and the whole room was filled to the brim. So many people. Not just people, rich people. Everyone was getting along and swaying to the beat.

Everyone looked classy, and ready to spend the night having a good time. 

All Isabella saw was an opportunity. Money.

"Pienso que gano el premio gordo(I think I hit the jackpot)," She smirked. 

She slipped in, going in between people. She acted like a waitress as she snatched a free platter with drinks.

There she made her move getting money. She took what she could. 

She was there for 30 minutes when she finally had made…$55 bucks.

"Necesito más," She rubbed her hands together as she looked at the money in her hands. 

She noticed the VIP section and set her sights on it. Perfect. Jackpot again.

Entering there she found more people. More fancy people to be specific. That just meant one thing. More money.

She began her same routine, she slipped in and out of the people getting money, while pretending to hand out drinks. 

Fortunately, her lack of english came into play.

Whenever she was questioned, she feigned confusion and said "No hablo ingles."

Which was a lie. She knew enough to speak and to understand. 

Eventually she came across the last man for the night and she grabbed his wallet. 

She was surprised to see….wow.

The real jackpot. She could be a millionaire. This man was loaded. He was rich. He was…

Staring right at her.

"Um excuse me miss," A middle aged man, with brown hair and a foxy grin approached her. "I believe that wallet belongs to me."

He had blue eyes and a charming face.

"Um..no hablo ingles," She muttered back as she tried to tuck the wallet behind her and back up.

"Está bien, sé español poco" He said back with a sly smirk. 

Drats. She released a sigh.

"Okay, you caught me," Isabelle crossed her arms, a frisky smile coming across her face. "But when you said this wallet belongs you, I think you meant it belongED to you."

She attempted to run, but the man was surprisingly fast. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Not even going to stay for a dance?"

"I don't dance," She attempted to hit him with her other arm, but he caught her by the wrist.

"Well I do," He said back. "My name is Carlos."

"I didn't ask for a name," She tried to pull free, but the man wouldn't let go.

"And I didn't ask for my money to be stolen..but here we are," He whispered back. "Now this is what we're going to do. You either dance with me, and I let you go. Or you don't dance with me, and I call the cops."

Isabelle frowned as she stared at him.

"...Is there any other option?" She asked.

"Is dancing with me that bad?" He just questioned. "Don't think I didn't see those hips."

"One dance," She said. "And then I'm gone."

"I wouldn't be too sure," He winked. "Most women ask for more." 

So they danced. The night seemed to fade away, and only the two of them existed. Time passed as slow as a snail. 

Soon Carlos didn't care for dancing anymore.

"You know, I don't want to dance…I'm tired," He yawned. 

"You wasted my time," Isabelle stated as she got up and prepared to leave. It was past midnight way past the time she wanted to be out.

"Well where do you stay..I'll take you home," Carlos offered.

"None of your business," Isabelle dismissed him as she began to walk towards the exit. 

"No really," Carlos got in front of her. "I want to take you home. For real." 

Isabelle saw the sweetness in his eyes. The care. The protection. She was an immigrant. She was all alone. She had no one. She had been living on scraps..moving from place to place. 

This country was supposed to be a change. An opportunity….so far it has only been a trial.

The prospect of finding security..a home…maybe even..love? 

It scared her. But when had she let fear stop her.

"Where is home?" Isabelle turned back to him. 

"My apartment," Carlos said. "Just you and me. You know, to cool down for the night. I'll even let you keep SOME of the money."

"Hmm.." Isabelle took slow steps towards him. "You know Carlos, I'm not an easy woman to catch. Not even the police could nail me down. But..I suppose one night wouldn't be so bad."

"Good..you won't regret it.." Carlos beamed as he led her out. 

Love. The things we do for love. How could something so beautiful..cause so much pain. Let's find out.

The night was full of laughs and giggles.

"So tell me?" Carlos laid down on the bed. "Why are you a…theif? A criminal?"

"Oh well um..I'm an immigrant, I came here with nothing but the skin on my back.." She flashed a smile. "I was hoping for a better life…ironic I know, I turned to a life of crime." 

"Hm…" Carlos hummed. "Well you don't have to do that anymore."

"Why is that?" Isabelle laid beside him.

"Cause you have me."

"And?"

"I have money."

"And?"

"And…I love you."

Isabelle felt her breath get caught in her throat. He what? She has stolen many things in her life…a heart wasn't one of them.

She had been alone. No family. No nothing. Hearing I love you..well that was a first. 

"You-" Isabelle tried to speak, but Carlos cut her off.

"I love you, Isabelle, and I'll be there for you," He finished. "Forever."

"I..thank you," Isabelle smiled. For once in a long time she felt safe and comfortable. "Thank you, Carlos."

So Carlos and Isabelle continued their little romance. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. 

Isabelle turned away from crime for a bit, to turn to a better job. Helping the homeless and new immigrants that entered the country. Everything was going as perfect as life can be. Though what is better in life than..well new life. Birth.

"The most common thing, in life, is life

And yet, every single life

Every new life is a miracle"

Matilda the musical

It was the average day in the apartment. Carlos was at home. Isabelle had just returned from her job.

She came in sneakily with quiet steps.

"Carlos," Isabelle jumped on him as she wrapped her arms around him. "Guess what?"

"What?" Carlos asked.

"I have a surprise for you," She smiled joyfully. "A big surprise. A life changing surprise."

"Well what a coincidence, hun," Carlos stood up. "I have a surprise for you too."

"Ooh! Great, we can surprise each other should I go-" Isabelle tried to speak, but he silenced her. 

"Actually, mine isn't here, come with me-" He motioned for her to come. 

"Where are we going?" She wondered though she eagerly followed his lead.

"I have to show you…something," Carlos said, though his voice was void of much emotion. He sounded objective.

"Um..okay," Isabelle nodded her head.

He led her outside, out of the apartment. It was a hot day. Isabelle never minded the weather. Though the weather reflected the mood. Something felt…off.

He got her in his car, and began to drive.

"Carlos, why can't I tell you my surprise, I think you'll love it-" She began, but he shushed her again.

"In due time my dear, in due time.." Carlos said back. "....Everything will fall into place."

The drive was empty and silent. Isabelle didn't like it. Usually Carlos would crack a joke with her. He would talk to her. Now he just acted like she didn't even exist.

"Well we're here," Carlos pulled up at a large mansion. 

It was grand, amazing, and the decor on the outside was…phenomenal.

They drove through the gate that let them in.

Isabelle wondered about the inside if the outside was so eye-pleasing. But she wondered something  more important-

"-wait a minute, whose mansion is this?" Isabelle then asked as she turned to Carlos.

"Oh my dear, I forgot to tell you," Carlos smirked. "I have a mansion."

Forgot to tell her.

"Carlos..I have been struggling financially, and have lived on the streets. Then you bring me to that crusty rundown apartment when you have a…a whole mansion!" Isabelle exclaimed as she looked confused.

"Must have slipped the mind," Carlos shrugged casually. He parked the car. "Well you're here now, so we can get down to business."

"Business? What business?" Isabelle demanded as she also got out of the car. "Carlos, what is going on?" 

Carlos sighed as he couldn't even meet her eye. "The mansion isn't the only thing I hid…"

Isabelle didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm confused, what are you saying?" Isabelle tilted her head. 

"Come with me," He gestured. 

"What, no- I never told you my surprise," Isabelle shook her head. She stayed put.

"Isabelle come with me," He ordered and kept walking, not turning back.

"Carlos, can you listen I-"

"ISABELLE, COME WITH ME. NOW." He finally turned back to her with a commanding roar that she had never heard before. That whole sweet demeanor washed away..and Isabelle saw something else. Something she didn't like.

She had never seen Carlos like this before.

"Carlos, what is wrong with you.." She hesitated, but she finally followed him. "..why are you acting like this? Carlos..I wanted to tell you..I'm pregnant."

Carlos just remained silent. After a while he then said. "I know."

"What do you mean you know…" Isabelle paused. "What do you…"

Carlos unlocked the door to the mansion. 

"Isabelle, I'm not the man you think I am..not even close," Carlos slowly revealed. He pushed the door open and walked inside.

"What do you mean?" Isabelle walked in behind him.

The inside of the house was nothing like the outside. It was dark, cold, and the atmosphere felt like…a prison.

Just like Carlos the inside was nothing like the outside.

Isabelle turned to leave but some butlers had shut the door behind her.

She turned to glare at Carlos. "Who are you? Really?"

"Jordan Jack," the man said. "The billionaire Jordan Jack."

Isabelle had heard of the playboy billionaire Jordan Jack but…she never thought she would..ever..well if she met him, she never thought it would be like this.

Jordan Jack was know to be a rich guy that inquire his money through…questionable means. He has been in the spotlight for years. He is kind of like..an Elon Musk or Mark Zuckerberg of sorts…some see him as an inspiring rich guy..others see him as a heartless rich guy. The fact was he was rich.

"Jordan Jack? You mean the billionaire.." Isabelle shook her head. "..I don't understand. Why did you lie to me?"

"So I could get, um well," Jordan shrugged and gestured to her pregnant belly.

She was astonished. No, she was shocked. She knew this was too good to be true. She never should have trusted him. 

"You- you- you monster!" She ran at him, but his butlers held her and restrained her.

"Please save it. I've heard it all. You monster. You bastard. You As- eh you get the point," Jordan shed no remorse. "I honestly don't care."

"What do you mean.." Isabelle looked confused. Although most of all hurt. Why did he do this to her? "..I thought you loved me."

"Lots of people thought that. You're not the first one. It was their mistake," Jordan stated brashly as he snapped his finger for a drink to be brought to him. "Boys, come on out."

Out came 3 other boys. The oldest was bald, and looked to be of asian descent. He looked calm, and proper.

The second oldest was blonde, had a rough and tough look to him and had fair skin and was caucasian.

The youngest of the three, was Indian and was in a wheelchair and wore glasses.

All of them had some resemblance to….Jordan.

Isabelle was disgusted. These boys. Her…she wasn't. How could he..

"..Where are their mothers..how do you have…what have you done?!" Isabelle didn't even know where to start. This situation was so…messed up.

He had three children, presumably with 3 other women. None of the women were here as far as she knew..

Now he had used her. For what? A son? A child?

"So what?" She demanded. "You're just going to toss me out? I'll tell everyone the things you have done. I'll tell the whole WORLD."

"Oh honey, you'll tell no one," Jordan shook his head. "David, his mom is in another country. Ralph, his mom, died in a mental facility. Lastly, Shiva's mom was deported after I stole her business and her money."

Isabelle felt like she would puke. Which she did. Pregnancy. Although also cause she was repulsed by what she was hearing.

"I'm telling!" Isabelle punched the two security guards, she made a run for the door. "You won't get away with this."

Although as soon as she got outside she heard sirens. 

The police.

"I told you you're not telling," Jordan had followed behind her. His voice was ice cold. "You can't say anything, behind bars."

"What? No, I reformed myself.." Isabelle backed up. "I've been good for at least 2 years now."

"Yea, well the fun thing is I found your old records and um..well, let's just say I sent them to the police and they're still willing to convict you of your past crimes," Jordan explained. "Um, sorry not sorry."

Isabelle was breathless. How could he be such a monster? How could he betray her? She fell to the ground.

She looked him in the eyes. "...Is this what you really want? For me? For OUR son?" 

Jordan pretended to consider it, before saying. "Um..yup. I think I'm pretty happy with this. This isn't my first rodeo."

Heartbreak. The look in his eyes. It was almost soulless.

The police grabbed her and put her hands in handcuffs. Isabelle didn't resist. She let it happen. If this was how things would be..she would let it happen.

"...you'll n-never get to see my D-danny," Isabelle shed a tear as she stared at Jordan for the last time.

"Danny.." Jordan stroked his own chin. "Love the name. Also, my dear criminal. I will see my son. I always do. I always get what I want."

While Isabelle was 'criminal' to the law…it was obvious who the real 'criminal' was. Did I say bad woman and good man…I meant good woman..but bad man..that is the real order of the story. Sometimes good and bad isn't always clear. 

So Isabelle went to jail. She was sentenced for 5 years in prison.

Isabelle didn't fight it and pleaded guilty which reduced her 8 year sentence. 

While in prison she gave birth to her son. Danny. Danny Culton.

That was the happiest yet..most terrifying day in her life. Her son was ripped from her grip as soon as he came into the world.

"My son! That's my son! Danny!" She cried, but the prison nurses held her down. 

"Ma'am..he can't stay here.." A nurse said as they carried her young baby boy.

"But..I want my son! Please, he's all I have!" She begged.

"I'm sorry..we can't let you have him ma'am," A guard sighed as he shook his head.

"..can I at least hold him?" She pleaded. "Just for a minute.."

They gave in. Danny's mother, Isabelle held him. Just for a moment it seemed like it would be okay. 

"Danny.." She cooed. She smiled at her baby boy. The only person she had in this..forsaken world. "..Danny, I will always love you. And one day. I promise I will find you again." 

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