Chapter 4.3 – Birth of a Threat

My older sister Alessia had moved out years ago with her dear husband Robin Jazy. Working in the musical career Alessia was a great success. People all over Sunset Valley drove to the theater to see her perform. She traveled from city to city playing in concerts and helping raise money for a variety of foundations.

Alessia had insisted that Robin quit his job and after hours of discussion, he finally agreed to leave his job and stay home. The days were long for Robin as many times Alessia was out touring and meeting her fans. It was early in the morning and the sun had not risen yet. Alessia opened her front door and walked into the room, making loud noises with her high heels. She had just finished coming back from a concert three hours from Sunset Valley and as she dropped her keys onto the counter, she made her way to the living room to meet Robin. He was sitting down seriously on the over-washed sofa and once Alessia stepped into the room, he stood up.

“That concert was insane! I think I’ve never signed so many autographs in my life! At a certain point, I was in the middle of an important solo, and one fan started pushing heavily onto the metal gates. We had to get security involved and you’ll never guess what.”

“Alessia, I don’t want to guess what. I don’t want to hear about your amazing success and how you have thousands of men jumping all over you while I sit hear in this darn shack of a home.”

“Oh Jazy, you can be funny sometimes. Anyways back to my story.”

“Alessia I’m serious! I’m tired of this life we’re living. Your out there touring the world and meeting millions of people and what do I do? Absolutely nothing. I’m not saying this is your fault, and I really tried hard to tell you and change things, but I’ve really reached my limits.”

Robin was getting angry, yet as he spoke he sounded desperate and alone. He pointed his finger towards Alessia, wanting to make his message clear. Alessia leaned back in sadness and horror.

“You mean…”

“I’m so sorry Alessia. I really wanted things to work out. I’ve tried to let you know, but never once did you listen to me. I think you’re better off with your fame and fortune. Good-bye.”

Robin wiped his arms swiftly across his eyes and slipped off the ring that was on his finger and gently placed it onto the arm of the sofa. He swiped another tear away, and took his already packed bags. He took one last glance towards Alessia and left.

Only a week later, and Alessia developed a heavy drinking problem. It started by only a few sips here and there to get rid of the pain, but soon it became a tough, bad habit. She cancelled most of her interviews, and refused to have any meet and greets with her fans. All she ever did now was a few concerts, but then again, who knew how long that was going to last.

It was a little pass midnight and I was sitting in Ryan’s room, watching my little boy sleep safely in his crib. I yawned and looked at the time, realizing it was so late, I got up and made my way to my bedroom. I received a call on my cell phone and when I looked to see who it was, the number was unknown. Who can be calling so late?


“I’ve got your sister. Fuzzy ClubZone, on Main Street. You’d better hurry.”

My jaw dropped as I heard the line go dead. I sped through the house, picking up my car keys, and purse and told mom quickly that I had to go somewhere. I didn’t tell her the details, not wanting to stress her out. I had heard about my sisters new drinking habits but I never thought she would get in this much trouble. I hurried through the streets of Sunset Valley, wanting to make it in time for whatever was to come.

I parked my car crookedly along the dark street and when I saw the small structure, I wondered what my sister had gotten herself into. All the outdoor lights were closed, and I was only able to see one of the inside lights open. This place must be closed. I took steady steps towards the big glass doors and pulled onto the silver doorknob. As I walked in, I could tell this was a nightclub that had just closed. There was still a smell of alcohol in the air.

I was so busy looking around, that I hadn’t noticed a presence behind me. I turned around half-scared andย  stared at the familiar figure that stood in front of me. A broad-shouldered man stepped forward, out of the darkness and smiled at me. I recognized him, and as I looked him up and down, I remembered who it was. Thomas McLaurin. Young man who owned a famous nightclub and was known for nothing but gamble and trouble. I had written about him in my first posts a few years ago and now, I blushed slightly at his sight. The things I had written about him hadn’t been very nice or kind, but I was hoping he had never noticed; or at least didn’t remember. He turned around and gave me a sign to follow him into his office. I followed and tried to keep up with his pace.

I entered what he called his office and sat across the big bold desk. He had a slight English accent that really made him attracting. I excluded those thoughts from my mind because I knew very well how much trouble this man was. I didn’t want to get involved with himย  knowing that he’s a big gambler, and lived on lies and black money.

“Where’s my sister? What have you done to her! Is she safe, did you hurt her?”

“Woah there! I assure you I didn’t touch your sister. Before I tell you where she is, I would like to know if you’re the Ashley Smith who wrote about me in her newspaper post a few years back?”

I knew he would bring that up. “You know how my posts are just empty chatter that are meant to give the readers strong comments. I’m only doing my job Thomas. I hope you didn’t take it personal.” My voice was cold as I stared across the room to Thomas.

“Fine, I guess I’ve got no choice but to accept that. Anyways, back to your sister. She was drinking pretty heavily and being drunk, she started yelling at some other girl. See the other girl was a little more down to Earth, so when I asked her to leave, she gladly walked out. But, however, your sister was a lot more trouble, and I’m guessing she drank too much tonight, and she is currently passed out in a room upstairs.”

I sat there speechless. My sister, passed out in a dirty old bed, in a dirty old room, where people probably had dirty old sex. I sighed heavily as I followed Thomas to the upstairs room. I was nervous, but Thomas shot me many smiles and tried to reassure me that my sister was completely fine. To be honest, being passed out and drunk in a club isn’t what I define as fine, but then again, Thomas was used to this rumble.

I walked into the hot room, and looked at my older sister lying on the bed. Her make-up was a complete mess and her hair was totally out-of-place. I wanted to crouch down and take her hand, tell her everything was going to be fine. But this wasn’t a little girl anymore. She had to accept the consequences to her mistakes.

I took steps toward my sister, and sat on the edge of the bed. I was getting a major headache so I tried massaging my temples and closed my eyes.

“You alright there? You seem a little…distracted?” Thomas was asking me, looking intently into my eyes.

“Oh, um, yes, I’m fine. Just work and well, now this.”

“You know you can tell me. I won’t bite.”

“Ya, sure. I guess it won’t hurt to talk about it. You probably don’t know a thing about this person but, Jill Rahmer sent me a letter the other day. She wants me to write a book about her true story but I don’t know if I want to do this. It’s a big decision and I’m not sure if I’m ready to get implied with a psychopath killer of a woman. I think I’m going to refuse.”

“Oh I’ve heard of Jill. Killer woman sitting on death row. Anyways, you’d better do that book. Great opportunity, and you should take chances in life? Look at me, I took chances and I’m living my dream right now.”

“Living in the ghetto as a gangster?”

“You really think I’m a gangster?” As he spoke his English accent stood out and he laughed. “I think that’s going to be the best compliment I’ll ever be getting from you.”

During the next few weeks, I was writing my usual newspaper posts and still I received threatening emails. Every time they were sent, they became more menacing and more personal. I contacted the police station, and met with a detective at the park. It was a hot day as the sun rays hit my gentle skin. I introduced the detective and learned her name was Victoria Pilota. She had been working in the business for 12 years now, and she was even hired for high-placed people such as famous sports players or the mayor’s wife. I explained my situation, and she said it was out of her usual cases but that she would try her best. Trying to track someone from emails and computers was a difficult task, especially if the sender was good in computers. Computer codes could be changed and leave us with many different tracks, leaving it almost impossible to find the one sending the threats.

After long hours of thinking, I re-read Jill’s letter over and over at least a hundred times and I finally had my decision. I was going to write this book. If Jill really was innocent then I was the one who was going to prove Sunset Valley wrong be revealing them the true story. I called with Alex’s secretary and made an appointment to meet with him Saturday afternoon.

It was Saturday morning and I powdered my skin softly with my make-up. I was nervous as I was going to meet with Jill’s lawyer, Alex. After an hour drive, I was finally at my destination and I waited silently in the waiting room. The secretary behind the desk gave me looks that proved to me she was disturbed by my presence.

I waited ten minutes, which seemed like an hour, but finally, I was lead to Alex’s office. He sat in a big white chair, and I can tell he wasn’t pleased to see me either. I sat across from him, and for some reason I felt intimidated. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke.

“So I heard you want to write the book.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“I don’t think you should do it.”

I was surprised by what he told me. Why wouldn’t he want me to do this book? He continued and looked straight into my eyes. “It’s a big responsibility, and it’s a complicated story with Jill. She’s not the easiest person to work with and I just don’t think…”

“You don’t think I’m capable.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But you thought it. Anyways, I’ve thought long and hard about this and I’ve chosen to write it. I would like to know if it’s possible for me to meet with Jill personally.”

He let out a faint sigh. “Sure, how about Friday coming up. Five o’clock at the prison.”

I agreed to his offer, and he gave me papers with the address of the jail. It amazed me how uninterested Alex was of me. At first, I didn’t bother acting pretty, but when I noticed he wasn’t interested, I wondered why. Many men had fallen in love with my beauty, yet Alex barely looked at me. I tried batting my eyes at him but still, he had no reaction. I was bothered as he practically ignored me. Why do I even care? He’s extremely good-looking, but completely not my type, why am I even bothering. I couldn’t help myself but wonder. He seemed extremely serious in his work, and I could tell he didn’t want me to write this book. Why, I didn’t know. However I did know I was going to do it anyway.

12 Responses to Chapter 4.3 – Birth of a Threat

  1. Ashley’s so pretty! ๐Ÿ™‚ it was nice to hear more about Alessia xx

  2. simsjunkey says:

    This is a good chapter and your Heiress is very pretty. Where did u get the hair styles?
    I am looking forward to the next chapter and going to take some time to read up on your legacy so that I know how they go to where they are now.

  3. Chichi says:

    I Really like this chapter.I feel bad for Alessia, though.
    I have some new chapters up for my legacy.

  4. antsims3 says:

    Great chapter! I can’t believe Alessia’s marriage went twirling down the drain. I know it’s hard to balance things in life, but Robin should’ve stayed to work things out instead of running out on her. Drinking is not a solution, I do hope the family can help her get through this rough patch. Can’t wait for more! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • xcin100x says:

      Hey Ant! Thanks for the read and comment! It was a really sad scene to play when Alessia and Robin were fighting and ended up leaving each other. I really liked those too, I thought they looked good haha!


  5. hushfirefly says:

    Oh dear Ashley, you’ve fallen for that trick ๐Ÿ˜‰ I guess I’ll have to wait and see if Alex is a goodie or a baddie… or maybe Thomas might make another appearance. It’s fun speculating ๐Ÿ˜€

    • xcin100x says:

      Hey firefly! Thanks for the read and comment! You’ll probably see more of Thomas later in the story, but for Alex…who knows what going on in his head! You’re right, it is fun speculating!

      Happy simming,

  6. Beckey says:

    Ooooooh Interesting…. What’s Alex going to bring to the table I wonder??? Going off to read the next chapter to find out! And it sounds tasty!

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