Billionaire She-devil

Billionaire She-devil

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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.

Billionaire She-devil Chapter 1 The Strange Visitors

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.

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“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.”
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Chapter 1 The Strange Visitors

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Chapter 2 Painful Odyssey

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Chapter 3 Temple Run

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Chapter 4 Painful Victory

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Chapter 5 Family Reunion

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Chapter 6 The Reason To Keep Fighting

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Chapter 7 Accepting The Deal

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Chapter 8 Miraculous Survival

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Chapter 9 Worried About Vivian

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Chapter 10 Deep Satisfaction

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Chapter 11 Deep Hatred

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Chapter 12 Richard Adams Crazy Fantasy

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Chapter 13 Mama's Little Angel

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Chapter 14 Special Meeting

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Chapter 15 Ryan's Downfall

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Chapter 16 Public Outcry

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Chapter 17 The Raid

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Chapter 18 Priceless Moment

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Chapter 19 Favorite Food

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Chapter 20 Expository Videos

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Chapter 21 Naked Lie

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Chapter 22 Moment Of Madness

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