Slow crazy

Ophelia looked at the woman. 

Was she slow or was she absolutely crazy? She knew she was not joking, knew she never made any empty threats, and she was not scared even one bit.

She looked at her searchingly, her posture, her eyes. She was not pretending, she really wasn't scared. 

She stepped back now, and Ariel smiled brightly at her.

“You finally clocked it. Smart!” Ariel chuckled. “I will never lose. That is the way things are set up now.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“If I live, I get that confession because you will have no other option but to send it to me. I will sit high up and watch your disgrace and downfall, and I’ll visit you often in prison because I am kind like that.” She placed her hand on her chest, nodding, like she was pledging.

As Ophelia watched her, she realized how very much like Kan Sullivan this woman was. No wonder they were married. 

Then why the hell did she not stay married and leave her the hell alone to spend her life quietly with Blaine?

“If you kill me, you die too. But it will not end there,” Ariel continued. “Your beloved DADDY will have to suffer for what you have done.”

“What?”

“Huh?” Ariel made a face. “You did not think death would save you, did you?” Ariel was shaking her head now. “No Ophelia, someone has to pay for what you have done.”

“You must be high on something cheap if you think you can do something to the National leader.”

“No honey.” Ariel closed the distance between them. “It is better than that. I can do something to your daddy, and your mommy.” She fully grinned now, making Ophelia think of clowns in horror movies.

Her legs shook as her mind traveled to what Ariel did to her comatose mother when she just returned. 

“I will kill you. I swear I will kill you if you go near my mother again.”

“Why? What is so special about your mother?” Ariel’s face was serious again, and she was soon frowning at her.

“She is in a coma, you sick psycho.” Ophelia screamed now, not caring if her father suddenly walked out. 

She would play Ariel’s game with every damn thing, but not her own mother.

“Who cares?” Ariel shrugged.

“You..” Ophelia was raising her hand to strike her when Ariel caught it. 

“What makes your mother sacred? Coma?" Ariel glared at her. “Your assassin raped my mother’s corpse. Why the hell do you think I will spare your own mother because she is in a coma.” Ariel was spitting fire and glaring daggers now.

She threw her hand off as Ophelia gasped. 

She did not know. 

The idiot, that was not what she had hired the idiot for. The instructions were clear: shoot. 

Why were men so disgusting? She knew Ruby. The woman was stunning and trumped Ariel even in beauty.

Should she have sent a female assassin then? But how the hell was she supposed to even think someone might be so disgusting?

She looked up to see Ariel was staring at her now. Her back was straight, and her eyes were fiery.

“Deal directly with me. Leave my mother out of this. She has no idea what is going on.” Ophelia stood up to her, telling herself she would not cry.

She couldn't imagine anything happening to her soft-spoken mother. The woman had not even opened her eyes in years.

“Can’t you hear how foolish you sound?” Ariel smirked, still glaring at her. “You are such hypocrite.” She frowned in distaste. “You have stopped being interesting.” 

She bent and picked up her purse.

“I hope to get your confession as I watch the sunrise tomorrow.” Ariel straightened up and looked at her. “You think you are still untouchable? Try me and you’ll see.” 

Ariel glared at her, and began to walk away.

“What do you have on my parents, Ariel?” Ophelia shouted after her.

“If you’re so curious to know, don’t send in the confession.” Ariel threw over her shoulder, but did not even break a stride as she continued to walk away, and her guards soon converged around her.

Ophelia crashed heavily into the nearest seat now that she no longer had to keep putting up an appearance. 

She was breathing heavily as she stared at a tree on the opposite end.

Ariel never made empty threats either. And she was as tenacious as a cockroach. She would not just die. She would not just fucking die.

Ophelia screamed and hit the table again and again, but her fist did not even leave a dent on the glass and that increased her frustration. 

She stood up, took one of her shoes off and began to hit the glass again and again.

Who the hell made unbreakable glass? And, of course, it was like her father to buy a glass like this.

She continued hitting the glass, yelling and screaming while the guards around acted like they were suddenly blind and deaf.

She leaned over and cleared all the dishes to the floor, screaming, and she finally found some consolation in seeing the plates break as they fell off the table.

She stood back, panting heavily. 

Ariel was promising her father a share of Mõshon. Something she had been unable to get him. Not just that, it seemed the witch had something colossal on her parents. 

That was the only reason she was so confident.

But she could not confess. Her father would kill her before the police even came for her. He would kill her, NOT for doing such a thing, but for getting caught.

It was a big risk, but she just had to go through with her plan and make sure that Ariel took her last breath today.

As long as she did not make any slip-ups, all her problems could be done in one day. 

And she knew one person who would not make a mistake on something like this: Draco.

She stood straight and patted her hair down. “Did the National leader leave already?” She asked, without looking back.

“Yes ma’am.” A guard responded, and Ophelia picked her purse and walked out of the garden.