VISITING THE DETAINEES

I park in the parking lot of the jail. I know this seems crazy, and you are wondering. What is a bride who is supposed to be getting all dolled up for her wedding ceremony doing in prison? Well, to settle my peace and show my enemies that they miserably failed. Great times!


"Attorney, I will go alone. Take care of the necessary and be quick." I state, and she nods her head.

I dash inside, clutching the magazine in my hand, hoping to finish as soon as I can. Nobody knows I sneaked out just to come here, and I wouldn't want to visualize their faces if they woke up to a missing bride. I can't worry about them.

"She will be with you in a minute, Mrs. Almeda." The prison ward says, and I nod my head.


I am Mrs. Almeda to everyone in the city now. Our story, just like I presumed, has reached almost everyone in the whole nation, and we have even earned an emblem of "Fated Souls" from the citizens. Our story has outdone that of Romeo and Juliet, and now we are the talk of the nation. I hope arranged marriages won't be legalized just because of us, because our story doesn't guarantee the success of this sort of madness.

"What do you want?"


Arrogant as fuck, as always. Even when she is in handcuffs. A witch is always a witch, even if she loses her powers. She slams her butt across me, looking like a pathetic, defeated witch. Great! I have waited for this moment for so long ever since she sneaked her way into our home. Seeing her hopelessly defeated.

I slap the magazines in her face. "To wrap it in your face that you lost, Gracia, and I won! I didn't get to say that, and I was feeling so indebted these past few days." I say, and she looks away.

I continue. "Damian and I are the new faces of the company you so much wanted to destroy. We are glistening and floating in peace, freedom, and love, while you are sulking in here, where you will rot like a useless dog. We have been crowned, and the nation can't keep calm about us." I mock.

"Unless I die soon, I will find a way out of here, and I will come for you."

I wickedly nod at that. "That is, if the law lets you, which I doubt because I will make sure it never will," I state.

"You can't do anything. I was told I have a right to an attorney. All chances are not lost. Someday I will be free." She defends.

How pathetically delusional! At this point, I wouldn't think twice about using the power of the immense wealth that I have now. I am even richer, so she better quit dreaming! "Don't even lie to yourself, because I will make sure you die here, Gracia! I have the money and power to make everything work. Money makes the world spin, you know. I call the shots now, and I have decided your fate. You will die here."

"A door might shut, but a window can always be opened." She says.

"Ooh! Please explain your riddle." I mock again.

"There are other ways. A riot can occur here, and a few prisoners escape. I will make sure to be among them. Or maybe a fire, and I swear I can swim even through the flames of hell. Just get to you, bitch!"

Yahallah! I didn't know this was going to be so much fun. What was that again? She is banking her hopes on things such as that? How desperate and stupid!!!

"Well, you better pray to your stupid gods that nothing of the sort transpires. But in case they don't hear you and that accidentally does happen, I advise you to crawl back to your cell and hide there because the moment I see you outside these bars, it will not just be your knees and arm that I will cripple. I will scatter your brains with bullets and make sure I wipe your disgusting face off the face of this world. Don't even dare, Gracia!" I warn her, and she cowers down.

"Anyway, my business here is done. I have a new friend to pick up from this horrible place because she doesn't belong here, and I have my own wedding to attend. Keep the newspapers. I will make sure they are delivered to you every single morning to keep you busy in your cell as a way of informing you of how much I'm flourishing outside and gracing my family's legacy. Have a horrible stay in your new home, and goodbye, until never, Gracia Adriano." I spring on my feet and turn to leave, only to collide with Nelly and the attorney.

Just as I turn around, I am encompassed into a bear heard from behind. Ooh, well, I know who it is. "I am sorry for everything, and I thank you for everything. I have no exact words for you, Ellie." Nelly speaks after the long, intense hug, tears forming in her eyes.

"You seriously joined them?" Gracia barks from my back, and Nelly looks at her past my shoulder.

She sighs. She clearly does not see her as a mother figure anymore. "I had sworn never to see your face again or talk to you, Gracia. But I think I have some last words for you. I don't know what I regret the most—meeting you, not opening my eyes sooner, or not being able to stand up against you. But I am sure of one thing, though. If given a chance, I would have shot you right in the head, Gracia. But I think this pathetic jail life suits you more. You can die here, for all I care. You. disgust.me.so.much!"

It seems the witch can't even lift her head up. She can't face us. Karma is just starting!

I smirk, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. "Let us go, Nelly!" I announced, gesturing towards the car. We strode out and hopped into the car, ready to hit the road back to our castle.