Billionaire She-devil

Chameleons are like two-edged swords, they constantly change each given minute. I am your typical chameleon, an angel, a devil, or whatever you choose to call me.

Cruelty, oppression, and brutality are my logos!

Not all she-devils are fated to end in disaster, I am your typical bad girl, a demon, a ruthless killer, and a symbol of intimidation.

I was taught how to belittle others, to walk over people. To me, a ruler means being a tyrant, I was a ruthless and fierce CEO!

A well-known and revered businesswoman.

my name is Daniela Adams and my daughter's death led to my redemption. yes, my pain saved me, it took the death of a loved one to knock some senses into me.

Did I found redemption and my freedom In a jail cell, yes I did, ironic right? but I will rather spend the rest of my life here in this prison than go back home to my family.

Daniella Adams, you have a visitor.

the prison warden called out.

before I take you down memory lane. Let's hear what this visitor has to say.

Open Cell number Twelve. warden Nina Cowell instructed.

heeeeeeee!

my cellmates Abigail Martins and Maria Simmons echoed, surprised that someone came to visit me.

quiet down ladies the prison warder ordered.

immediate silence echoed throughout the entire room.

I don't want to see anybody I say.

move it the warden forcefully ordered as she pulled me without mercy. she handcuffed me and practically led me to the Visitor's room.

when we entered the visitor's private room, I was a bit disappointed and as well relieved that my uncle Ryan Adams was not the one who came to visit.

I met a woman in her late forties and a man in his late fifties sitting down waiting for me to join them!

something about this woman immediately caught my attention. it was as if I can see myself in her. cold shivers covered my entire skin layers.

the way she looked at me made everything worse. I instantly started feeling uneasy. she's staring at me like a mother waiting to reunite with her long-lost child in the movies.

everything about her stare caught my attention. it's the feeling of affection and motherly love.

no one has ever looked at me this way, I know this look became that was the same way I used to look at my baby Vivian Ramsey.

thinking of my baby, the feeling of guilt enveloped me. oh, my poor baby, am sorry, please forgive mummy, mummy failed you. mummy was not able to protect you. rest on my angel.

this woman should better stop staring at me like that. she's not my mother. my mother is deceased, she died while giving birth to me, I reminded myself!

sit down the warden ordered and better behave yourself or else....... she threatened.

I will take it from here the lady calmly said.

please take off the handcuffs.

no ma'am standard procedure. warden Nina Cowell replied. as she gently exits the room.

Hello, I am Patricia Lincoln, the stranger started. the man beside me is called Gerald Lincoln my husband.

he is the president of the symbol of strength initiative, we speak for the voiceless. and we are here to represent you and make sure that you are fairly tried!

I do not need help from strangers or anyone else, I am okay here, this jail is what I deserve, this is my new home.

Don't be like that, Ella, let us represent you please.

and what makes you think that I have the intention of letting you represent me?

silence........

I don't even know you guys, I get it, Uncle Ryan sent you, right?

No, we came on our own accord.

I don't need your help I don't need help from anybody, I am doomed to languish and perish here forever.

Even if I want help, I can get my defense team, I am rich. but wait, what do you guys want from me?

Like I said before, we want to help you.

And I have asked you before, and I will still ask you again, what makes you think I will let you represent me?

Because I have a story, Patricia cuts in, and after listening to my story, if you still think you deserve this hell, she looks around the room trying to take everything in, then I will let you be.

I don't want to listen to your so-called story.

I was also in prison when I was your age she said.

I still don't want to hear your story I insisted!

my dear, you don't have a choice Gerald Lincoln who was quiet all this while said.

You have to listen to us whether you like it or not.

We have all day to beat around the bush, but it's up to you to decide if you want us to come here every day until you hear us out.

Honey calm down the woman said as she pressed her hand on the man's chest.

Two strangers trying to shove their boring story down my throat, what a crazy day. I said as I rolled my eyes at them.

okay, let's see what you have to say. I slumped into the chair, indirectly admitting defeat.

What do have to say?

Bring it on, I miss my cell already!

You seem to be so stubborn Gerald said.

I am stubborn I replied!

Anyways, let's talk about Patricia he said.

Patricia, I asked?

Yes, Patricia, the symbol of strength he replied.

Honey over to you, he said sweetly as he held her hand to support her.

That act only reminded me of the love of my life Fred Ramsey. oh I can't believe he's gone.

Anyways, let's get this over with. I say, am ready.

Something tells me this woman's story is going to affect me, but I have to listen to her, even if it's against my wish.

Like I said before, my name is Patrick Ramsey and this incident happens before the birth of my daughters.

I was a young, beautiful, and humble lady who fell in love with a young, gallant, handsome, and energetic marine engineer named Mike Adams.

Wait how does that even concern me, I interrupted. did you just mention Mike Adams!

Yes, Patricia Ramsey answered. Tensed!

how did you know my father I asked sounding so nervous.

Please let her finish Gerald Ramsey cuts in.

My family was one of the poorest, even the pauper called us poor. Patricia Ramsey started with her tale.

I managed to rise against all odds and made a better life for myself in the medical industry. despite my love for Mike Adams, I still set a boundary and maintained it.

My boundary and my principles were my greatest priority.

I told him I will not engage in any form of sexual activity till marriage and he agreed to it or so I thought.

On my first visit to Mike's house, that was after three months of dating. Mike tried to force himself on me, I begged him, but he beat me up and overpowered me, I ran off and took a knife to scare him away, he subdued me, and stabbed me with the knife, and eventually Raped me.

That's a lie, my father is not a rapist, don't speak ill of the dead, I will not sit here and watch you say cruel things about my father.

Calm down and let her finish, then you can judge the story yourself Gerald said.

Wait I said to her, Did you just say that my Dad was a marine engineer.

Yes Patricia, nodded.

That's not true I say.

Then take a look at these pictures and this certificate she said. as she handed a picture of my father that I have never seen before to me, and a certificate that bears my father's name.

That's me with your Dad she said as she hands over another picture to me. Dad could be seen smiling lovingly at the young lady in her early twenties who looked just like me. Could she be my mum's sister? what a striking resemblance I say, I think I know where all this is headed mutter to myself.

Dad lied to you, he was never a marine engineer, he was a businessman, and a diamond trafficker I say.

If Dad can lie to the woman he claimed to love, I guess I have to brace myself for the worst.

Yes I know she said, below are the testimonies of three other women that he deceived and raped.

After he raped me, he told me I was the first woman who dares to threaten him with a knife, there's no way, I will leave there alive either he raped me to death or he stabs me but I will never leave there alive.

Mike the greatest love of my life, defiled me, I was just a young nurse who was working so hard to sustain my life and support my family.

He left the room, came back and tried to rape me the second time, when I fell he grabbed me, pinned me down and raped me, that was when I saw a baseball bat under the bed, I grabbed it, hit his head and he fell and died.

Stop I say, you mean you killed my father, even though he's a beast, he was still my father I cried as those words nearly choked me.

I stood up gasping for breath and sat down on the floor.

Am sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to escape, he was going to kill me Patricia said.

It was in self-defense, my father is even worst than me, he's a demon like me, it's in my blood. I say tears running down my chin.

No, please stop Patricia begged me.

Vivian my baby, it's a good thing that you are gone, so that you won't inherit this bad blood. on my baby, I cried.

Continue with your tale I told her coldly, I want to understand everything that happened.

Okay she said, she sat down, took a deep breath to steady herself, and continued with her oddesy

I will tell you what happened before I found out that I was pregnant with his child. She said.

You were pregnant with his child I asked in astonishment, so does it mean that I have a sibling out there I asked.?

When I hit him, he collapsed, God knows I didn't want to kill him. I wanted to help him, so I checked his pulse to see if I could help him in any way. but it was already too late, he was stone dead!

I called 911, I told the 911 operator that a man raped me and wanted to kill me and I tried defending myself, things got ugly and he's dead. yes, I initially wanted to turn myself in, but then I panicked and ran.

I blamed myself for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, I blamed God for allowing that to happen, I blamed everything around me. I wanted to die, I wanted to kill myself before the authority gets to me.

But I thought about so many people who loved me, so I decided to fight and live.

I went to a friend of mine who was a doctor and got myself treated, I couldn't bring myself to tell her the person that violently abused and raped me, so she insisted on involving the authority to arrest the culprit. I ran also.

I guess I was a coward because I kept running, that's all I knew how to do. to run as far as my legs could carry me.

Temple run I guess, I said sounding so childish.

But Patricia pursed her lips and continued. in the midst of this all, I still had hope, I had a feeling that I was going to come out victorious.

I had become a battered and abused woman, but I swore to be a survivor and not a victim.

I knew I had become a murderer and my life had changed forever, I wasn't going to let the miry clay swallow me.

But I had to hide for a while and figure myself out to know what's best for me. I was a fugitive, without money or food and medicine for my wounds.

I reached out to my friend and roommate Roselyn Johnson and begged her to bring me a change of cloth, food, and medicine from my room. and she led the police to my hideout instead, she did it not just for the reward money, but also for the hatred that I didn't know she harbored in her heart against me.

When she came to the uncompleted building empty-handed, I knew something was off, my first instinct was to run, but I couldn't gather the strength to run. I was already tired of running, I mentally prepared myself for the worst.

She told me how she loved Mike, but he only had eyes for a pure untouched girl. He tried to Seduce Mike severely in our house but he said he can't have anything to do with a wild girl that another man had touched that he only goes for Virgins and he doesn't eat the same food twice.

I never knew that I was living with the enemy, if she had warned me, I would have escaped that awful experience but her hatred for me clouded her judgment.

She told me that she was glad I was going to rot in jail because she was tired of living in my shadows and people calling her second best. After all, I was always the best and outshined her everywhere.

That very instant, I was arrested and I watched my beautiful life vanish within a twinkle of an eye.

Gerald was among the team of detectives who first arrived at the crime scene. he was a fresh law graduate.

She coughed. Gerald gently patted her back and gave her water to drink. He rubbed her forehead and said, honey, let me take it from here.

Though am not good at telling stories, I guess I have to help my wife out he said.

I nodded and he continued.

When I first got there, the first thing that got to my mind was that this was self-defense, not murder.

What a rapid imagination you've got, that was the response I got.

Because the person strikes once, just like when you want to shove someone off you, you push once and run, or maybe the person was an experienced killer that she knew how to attack and kill at the first blow.

A lot of theory came up but I knew I had to speak to the lady in question.

the first time I saw Patricia, I made up my mind there and then to defend her.

That was my first case and I was willing to handle it well, I was glad she believed in me and was willing to take the risk.

My only sister, the woman that raised me was constantly beaten, raped, and brutalized by her husband, she never got the courage to leave, I tried to help her but she believed that marriage was for better or worse until that bastard killed her. the pain is not far from home.

That was the reason I became a lawyer, to defend helpless and battered women and Patricia's case was my first case and first victory. speaking of his sister, Gerald's face darkened and he shook his head in grief!

It was a tough war that lasted for months, Patricia cuts in, I was sentenced to twenty years to life imprisonment with hard labor, we appealed the case, fought very hard and I was eventually discharged and acquired.

I fought through all these while heavily pregnant and I eventually gave birth to my twins in prison, I was told that one of the girls died so the only surviving girl was handed over to my family.

The testimonies from the doctor that examined me, the 911 call I made and the three previous victims of Mike Adams paved a way for me but the key instrument was the evidence from the security man.

The security man, Colton, God bless his soul, saved my life.