A/N: Hello all! I just wanted to pop in here and say I couldn't stay away from these two for too long, and I've started posting part four of the Hopeless Series!

If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power is now up on my profile. Here's the prologue. I hope to see you all again over there!

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

~ Taylor Swift, Look What You Made Me Do

PROLOGUE - BPOV

My attention was focused on the expensive loafers across the room. His feet were crossed as he leaned casually against the wall, his legs covered in gray slacks that were tailored to his body.

He was the image of indifference, but after nearly thirty years with the man I could see his mind working. I knew not a single person here had gotten in without his knowledge. Without a thorough background check and a not-so-subtle security check that let them know if they did anything other than what they were being paid to do they would die regretting it.

It was an overprotectiveness that went above and beyond what I was used to. It would have frustrated me had my brain not been distracted by a few too many other things these days.

I shifted on the couch, rearranging a pillow beside me much to the dismay of the set coordinator across the room.

It never should have ended up like this. My house shouldn't be full of cameras and sound technicians. Edward shouldn't be watching the movement of every single one of them, waiting for someone to make a wrong move toward me.

But I was tired.

After so many decades in this business I was tired of being the scapegoat. Sick of being the name used to line the pockets of anyone who dared to speak it. I was done with documentary after documentary about America's Sweetheart turned America's Most Wanted.

"We're just about ready, Bella."

I nodded at the woman behind the camera.

My eyes slid back over to Edward, this time landing on his face. That crooked smirk that I loved so much tugged at his lips.

He had his way of revenge.

I had mine.