THE BATTLE OF WHO HAS IS IN CHARGE

I knew she was up to no good, but what I didn't know was that it was me she was going to attack. Seriously?


I breathe out a sigh, and again, I feel peace, which is what I need right now. I turn to nanny Aisha and say, 'Please carry one, nanny. Do as I said," I say, turning to my breakfast.

But I am stopped yet again by the annoying, deafening squeal of this witch: One more step, you filthy servant, and you are fired!"

Nanny Aisha stops on her tracts again while I snap my eyes at this gross soul. How insolent of her to insult nanny Aisha like that? What right does she have to insult a woman who is even older than her, much less threaten to cease her services? What does this woman think she is in this house, really?


'And you," I meet her sinister glare as she adds, 'I asked you a question, and don't you dare play deaf on me. Who are you to extend charity to people like that in this house?"

Did she swallow her brain or lose her memory overnight? What sort of fucking question is that?


"The only child of the owner of this castle," I spit coldly as my face flashed red. 'I am Ellie Marrie Riccaford, in case you left your empty brain under the sheets, Gracia!"

"And I am his wife, Mrs. Riccaford," the strength in which she howls that, huh? It is more about trying to convince herself than making a point here. 'Just in case you left your brain where you were fooling around for the months that you were away. I give orders in my husband's absence."

Someone wake me up! What a cheap joke is this? Can she even hear herself? Mrs. Riccaford, my foot!

"Really? Since when?" I fire, "Because, as far as I remember, you have no such rights whatsoever because you are nothing but a pathetic pest in this castle. You don't even treat him as your husband, and now you have the guts to call shots in his absence? What a pathetic, sympathetic dreamer you are, Gracia! Wake up from that dream before you die in it."

She leans across the table, sneering under her nose as her eyes turn red with anger. "You know nothing, so just shut up and know your place," she yells.

But I very well know my place, right? I am in my lane. It seems that they have never known their rightful place in this house since they walked in through that door. "It is you who should stop being delusional and know where you belong, Gracia. You are so beneath me, Gracia, less than the dirt under my feet, woman!"

She opens her mouth to speak, but she is about to burst with wrath, and coupled with the fact that I spit the naked truth on her ugly face, words seem to have been caught up in her throat. I turn to Nanny Aisha. "Please take the breakfast upstairs to the doctor, and aside from my father and me, nobody should order you around. I am in full charge around here in my father's absence!"

"Okay, Miss Ellie. Thank you. I will do that right away," she says, leaving to carry out my orders.

"You know, you are the real pest here," she said, recovering her voice. She should have waited until I at least had a bite of the breakfast because she was ruining my appetite. 'We were so peaceful those days you were away. Those were the best days of our lives in this cursed place. Why don't you just pack and go back to where you were, huh?" Gracia fumes.

Smirk at that. Why do they feel so threatened with my return? "So that you can kill my father?" I snap, with raised eyebrows, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am here to make your pathetic lives miserable like always, because I made that my hobby and goal the moment you pests invaded my space. Brace yourselves, because you ain't seen nothing!" I warn.

"And you are the one advocating for peace for your father? How ironic! Is this the kind of peace that you want for your father?"

"What do you know about peace, Gracia?" I howl in fury, slamming the table as I stand up to glare at these two moments. Peace? Wasn't I minding my own peace here until she decided to open her mouth? Did I start all this? 'Don't you worry, because I will not expose my father to any danger like you nor abandon him? Or have you forgotten that he almost suffered a cardiac arrest because of you yesterday? Or the fact that you and your slut of a daughter didn't care about him when he fell sick?"

She swallows hard but refuses to be threatened. Amidst her quivers, her eyes are still shooting arrows at me.

' I am yet to unravel what kind of monsters you both are that you could watch my father in the condition he is in and not care. And when I do, you two will curse the day we crossed paths, I swear!" I fire, and they better mark my words. This is too much! They abandoned my father, never cared, still don't care, and they have the guts to ruin even just peace in this house? From what dark realm did these people come from? Are they even humans? Do they have even just an ounce of humanity in them?

"Look who is calling someone a slut, huh!" Her miniature witch chips in. That must have hurt her, huh? Why? Isn't she certified shameless and rotten to the core? "You were on cloud nine with your supposed betrothed yesterday, and today you are all over the doctor. How do you call that, huh?"

"You can say and think whatever you want, Nelly, but between you and me, we both know you are the shameless whore! By the way, how did it go with Leo, huh? Weren't you two so much in love that you couldn't even respect my very own bed? Only whores like you can get the balls to do that."

She blinks countless times, and I can't tell whether it is shame or what is making her bat her eyelashes like this. Then again, do shameless bitches like her have any consciousness at all?