Prologue

As she slowly walked through the garden filled with beautiful red roses and hibiscus flowers, the breeze gently blew against her face, making the strands of her curled hair drift against her smooth skin. She was putting on a short white dress, which accentuated her figure. The dress was decorated with pearls and stones, which shone under the sunlight.

She slowly shut her eyelids to inhale the fresh air, which somehow consoled her troubled and restless mind. She smiled although deep down in her, she knew she wasn’t happy.

She couldn’t get herself to be happy until she gets her revenge on them; on the people who repaid her kindness with evil. The ones who took her children away from her and made life a living hell for her. The thought of those sinners made her eyes flung open. She clenched her fists in frustration and gritted her teeth to show her hatred for them.

She remembered how happy she was some years back before Carlos and Charles came into her life and turned it into a garden of bitterness. She remembered when Charles jilted her and how Carlos had come through for her. She had thought Carlos was going to heal the pain the demon Charles had caused her, not knowing that Carlos was the King of Demons. Although she loathed them, she still felt grateful towards them. She felt the need to thank them for killing the old her and bringing out the devil in her.

She proceeded to walk away from the garden into her gigantic living room. The living room exuded luxury with velvet sofas, a marble coffee table, and a crystal chandelier casting a warm glow. Large windows with silk curtains and a Persian rug completed the rich, elegant feel. In the living room, apart from the paintings, a large portrait hung on the wall. It was the wedding portrait of her and a man. The man she saw as nothing more than her revenge pawn. The man she never thought she would fall in love with. Looking at the portrait, she smiled.

She sat on a mini sofa after which she called out for one of the maids to serve her juice. Picking up the glass of juice, she took a sip as her eyes ravaged through some pictures she was holding. Her eyes blazed with fire as she looked at the pictures and a wave of rage washed over her. Just then, a tall figure dressed in a black suit walked in. She noticed the presence of the figure, but she didn’t lift her head up to acknowledge his presence.

The figure bowed his head to pay her respect after which she gestured for him to rise. Putting down the pictures on the table near her, she raised her head as she placed her right leg on top the left and folded her arms.

“Spill.” she commanded, her voice firm and stern.

“According to your directive Ma’am, I was able to gather some information. I looked into Mr. Clinton’s death as you had instructed, and it wasn’t an accident as it was claimed. It was a murder in disguise of one. Charles actually pushed him to his death” John, the tall figure man, who turned out to be her bodyguard and undercover agent said.

Hearing what John said, she clicked her tongue and burst out into laughter.

“Just as I had thought. A demon can never stop acting as one” she said aloud as she smirked with her arms still folded.

“What about Carlos? Did you get anything on him?” she queried as she faced the man, and her smile slowly faded away.

“Yes Ma’am, I did. He is having an affair with his secretary, and they have a two years old son together” he calmly replied.

“Wow!!! This is going to be more interesting than I had thought. I can’t wait to have fun” she said as she slowly rose to her feet, with a devilish smile on her face.

She picked up two pictures with different women out of the stack she was holding earlier. She held one in her right hand and the other in her left hand. With her eyes fixed on the picture on her right hand, she said with a satisfying smile on her face “I can’t wait to see the expression on your face, when you find out your darling husband killed you father”.

“As for you dear sis, what are you going to do about your husband’s mistress and her child? Will you accept them like I accepted you and your child 5 years ago or will you do otherwise? Can’t wait for the real fun to begin!!!” she said as she turned her head to look at the picture in her left hand. She chuckled loudly and she laughed so hard that she began to tear up.

Finally, she stopped laughing and her once smiley face turned cold. It was so cold that it could make a hot plate of food cold. She vented her anger on the pictures she was holding by squeezing them. With a determined and unwavering look on her face, she said, “Dear Sinners, be ready for your judgement. Carla is back and the time of your reckoning has come!”. She burst into uncontrollable laughter, which echoed in the room.