Prologue

Mikkos Cassadine had decided it was time for her son, Stefan, to become a man. On a trip to Florida to meet a scientist named Dr. James Duval, and to approach him about a very radical scheme he had in mind, Mikkos decided to take matters into his own hands. He approached the madame of a local named Ruby Anderson and made arrangements for Stefan to be with one of her girls to become a man. She promised him she'd take care of everything.

After Mikkos left, Ruby went to see her niece, Bobbie Spencer. Bobbie was sitting in front of her dressing table putting on her make-up for the day. She shot a hateful glare at her aunt as she entered. She despised both her aunt and her brother for turning her into what she now was. "What do you want, Ruby?" She no longer referred to her as Aunt Ruby. No real aunt would do to her what he aunt did. She was just the madame of the whorehouse she worked in. But as soon as she saved enough money she was getting out of here and she hoped to never see her aunt of her brother ever again.

"A great opportunity has just presented itself." Ruby told her, like she was bestowing a great honor on her. "And I immediately thought of you."

Bobbie wasn't fooled. "Who do you want me to screw, this time?" She asked coldly.

"Some rich foreigner wants his son inniated into the rites of love." Ruby said sarcastically. "And I immediately thought of you."

"Why?" She wanted to know. She knew her aunt well and she knew there was more to the story than Ruby was telling.

"You should have seen the limo this guy pulled up in front of the house in." Ruby practically purred in ectasy. "He's so loaded I bet he pisses money when he takes a leak."

"And you have a plan to get yourself some of that money." Bobbie guessed.

"Not me." Ruby corrected her. "We." She dropped an arm around Bobbie. "We're family and why should I only benefit from your hard work."

"Just what do you have in mind." Bobbie asked, as she flung her aunt's arm off of her shoulder.

"When Mr. Moneybag's son comes here to be serviced by you." Ruby told her. "You're not going to use any protection. In short, you're going to get yourself pregnant."

"I don't want to have a baby!" Bobbie was appalled. "I'm only fifteen. It's bad enough you've got me screwing men for a living when most girls my age are in high school and going to school dances. Now you want to saddle me down with a kid. Forget it!"

"You're not seeing the big picture." Ruby spat. "Once you're pregnant, we can bleed this guy dry to keep it a secret and we'll be on easy street for the rest of our lives."

"I'm not doing it." Bobbie saw all her dreams of escaping this life going up in a puff of smoke before her eyes. She'd never be able to be free of her aunt and her brother if she got herself saddled down with a kid.

But Ruby knew her niece well and she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. "You hate having to have to service my customers." Ruby told her. "If you do this, you won't have to any longer."

"What are you talking about?" Bobbie wanted to know. What was her aunt up to this time.

"We'll have to make sure the kid is really the son's get." Ruby told her. "So after you do him, you won't be able to service anymore customers. You'll like that won't you, Bobbie?" She added. "And you sure won't be able to service them once you're pregnant, since we'll have to make sure the baby is born healthy. So that's another nine months of not having to be with any of my customers."

Against her better judgment, Bobbie felt herself weakening. Almost a year of not having to entertain any of Ruby's customers. And maybe Ruby would even share some of the take from this rich guy and she'd have the money to get out of this hell hole even sooner. Maybe this rich guy would even want the kid and she'd be free of it once it was born.

"If I do this." Bobbie turned to her aunt. "I want half of what you get." She added. "After all, you only thought of the idea, I'm the one who'll have to do all the work."

"Of course, Bobbie." Ruby smiled. "Fair is fair."

Before Stefan arrived for his night of love with Bobbie, Ruby had Bobbie have a pregnancy test to make sure she hadn't gotten pregnant by any of the previous johns she'd been with. Then Ruby coaxed Bobbie on how to behave when Stefan arrived.

"Ruby." Bobbie spat. "I know how to handle the type. I've deflowered many virgins and taught them a few tricks in the process."

"Don't be so sure about it." Ruby replied, suddenly feeling some apprehension about what they were about to do. "This Mikkos guy is like nothing and no one I've ever seen before. And I have a feeling the rest of the family are just the same."

"Having second thoughts, Ruby?" Bobbie smirked, now fully committed to the plan.

"You didn't meet him." Ruby replied. "There was something not right about this guy. I can't explain it. It was just something I felt." She added. "Maybe we should call this whole thing off before it begins. I've suddenly got a feeling if we mess with this guy and his family, it's going to be something we're all going to live to regret."

"We're going through with this." Bobbie said with determination. She had a lot of plans for her future and they all hinged on doing this. She also had no intention of letting the opportunity of not having to work for Ruby for almost a year slip through her fingers. If she had anything to say about it, she would never work for her again. "The son is coming tonight and everything is going on as planned."

And it did. Only Stefan was nothing like Bobbie had pictured. She pictured some sensitive green wet behind the ears boy who needed to be handled with care. Not the haughty and stuck up boy who looked around her room with disdain. It put Bobbie off her game a bit. She quickly tried to regain control of the situation.

"I'm..." She walked towards him holding out her hand to introduce herself, but he coldly cut her off.

"I don't wish to know what your name is." He told her in a haughty voice she immediately despised. "And you don't need to know what mine is. Shall we just get down to what we're here for?" Then he began to remove his clothes.

Once he was nude he climbed into the bed and looked at her. "Please remove your clothes so we can get through with this distasteful business and I can be on my way."

"You're not what I was expecting." Bobbie made it clear she wasn't pleased with what she got as she began to remove her clothes.

"Neither are you." He looked her nude body up and down in a cold fashion. "You're very young to be earning a living servicing men. I expected someone much older and more experienced."

"Oh, I'm experienced." She told him. "And I don't doubt I can teach you a few things, Mr. High and Mighty. But I'm curious. Why are you going along with this. You hardly seem the type who would do what he doesn't want to do."

"I've learned it's best to humor my father." Stefan replied. "Because I'm not rutting with every servant at the compound like my brother is, he thinks there's something wrong with me. Thus I must prove my manhood by servicing a trollop in a whorehouse. He just can't fathom the concept that I'm just selective in whom I have sex with."

"Should I be honored." She retorted. "That you're bestowing this great honor on me?" He held back the covers and she climbed into bed next to him,

"Hardly." He disabused her of that notion. "As I told you, you're whom my father has chosen for me to perform with like a stallion in heat and I'm obliging so he'll go back to ignoring me and let me do as I please."

It wasn't exactly a cold meeting of two bodies. They both knew how to get the most enjoyment out of a sexual encounter, making Bobbie realize he was no virgin. But it was also impersonal. This was just two strangers performing sex, that was good sex, but also empty as well. After it was over Stefan climbed out of bed, put his clothes back and left without saying a word to her.

Bobbie suddenly prayed fervently she was pregnant. Mr. Fancy Pants would have a fit if he knew someone as common as she carried his child. Then it would be her turn to give him a taste of his own medicine and Bobbie was suddenly looking forward to that. It was strange, Bobbie thought, that she could have such an instant hatred for someone whose name she didn't even know.

Bobbie's prayers were answered and she became pregnant. Ruby knew the name of the father and the son, but Bobbie found she didn't want to know who they were. She enjoyed it more not knowing who they were. Ruby could handle all the details of the financial end of things, while she gave birth to the child.

As her pregnancy progressed, an unexpected complication began to arise. Bobbie began to care for the child she was carrying. Another complication arose that Bobbie never knew anything about until years later. When Ruby tried to contact Mikkos Cassadine to inform him that his son was about to become a father, she reached Helena Cassadine instead. Helena refused to believe it was true and demanded a paternity test once the child was born. If it was truly a Cassadine, then they'd talk deals.

The baby was born and the tests proved it was a Cassadine, but Helena claimed since it was a girl child, the child was worthless. She offered to pay Ruby off, on the condition the child was given up for adoption. When Bobbie refused to even think of giving her child away, Helena told Ruby that unless Bobbie gave the child away she would arrange for both Bobbie and the child to die. So Ruby enlisted Luke's help to convince Bobbie the best thing for the child was to give it away from adoption.

This was the true beginning of the Spencer/Cassadine feud. Helena lived in fear for years that Stefan would learn who the young hooker was he'd had sex with and that she'd had his child. If he did, it would be a threat to Stavros inheriting everything. All Stefan's daughter would have to do was give birth to a son and all would be lost for Stavros. Luke killing Mikkos was just icing on the cake of Helena's hatred of the Spencers.

Now after all these years the secret was in danger of coming out and Helena would do anything to prevent that from happening. Because if it did, everyone would realize the real heir to the Cassadine fortune was not Nikolas Cassadine but little Michael Corinthos. And Helena would stop that truth from coming out at all costs, even if she had to slaughter every member of the Spencer and Corinthos families to do it.