DRUGGED!!!!

"I hope my daughter didn't create any scene today?" Jessie asks one of the guards immediately she steps down of her car.

"Welcome ma'am." He greets first. "Is she around?"

Jessie frowns and asks again. "What is that supposed to mean? I hope you didn't allow her leave the house."

"No ma, but I have not seen her at all today." He says.

"At all? She didn't come out for a walk at all?"

"Yes ma'am , She didn't come out at all today." He faces the other guard. "Or have you seen her today?"

"Not at all ma'am." The other guard replies.

Cecelia ignores the conversation her mom is having and walks to her room.

"As from today, if you don't see her in some hours, try checking up on her in her room." She pauses and continues. "Not for any reason, just to be sure."

"Yes ma'am."

Jessie walks in and sees her daughter sitting on the couch on the sitting room but with her eyes burning red. "How are you doing?"

"I am doing fine." Linda says looking down.

"What do wrong with you?" She asks again but gets no reply so she walks to her room instead.

As Jessie opens the door and spots the novel 'The Heart of a Lucifer' on the drawer close to her bed, she smiles broadly, then picks it up. "Everyone will know of my pain even after I leave this horrible world." She is just about dropping it when a small receipt falls from it. "What is this?" She asks and picks it up. "The receipt? Why is it here? I have removed the receipt from the particular copy I was reading." She says to herself and walks briskly to her book shelf, then counts the rest of the copies, and boom! It is not complete. One of the copies is missing.

The first thing Jessie's mind travel to was the shrimp situation in the morning. "No." She murmurs shaking her head. "Linda mustn't get to know about this." She rushes to the sitting room and sees her daughters standing opposite each other.

"I will ask you one last time." Linda starts off. "Who is your father? And how are you related to my mom?"

Cecelia folds her arms and scoffs. "I will tell you the last time too, my father is dead and your mom is my boss."

"Do you really like the disgusting life having that woman as your mom?" Linda asks again.

Cecelia arms drops as the tears in her eyes flows.

"She killed your father, she is merely using you to get what she wants. She doesn't even love you."

"Please stop it." Cecelia says and wipes her tears off with the back of her palm.

"Big sis!" Linda yells with tears rolling down her eyes. "Please, return from where you came from."

"I can't." she sobs. "I have two sisters, I have to protect the both of you."

"I will survive, just leave this place and go over to Ella." she gasps as she sees her mom, standing and watching them with her eyes wide open and the novel in her hand.

"What is it?" Cecelia asks and turns her head to these direction her sister is facing. She gasps immediately she sees her mom too.

"Don't you dare try anything funny!" Jessie threatens with her voice trembling.

"Mother, until when will you continue to be like this?" Asks Linda.

"Shut that gutter mouth of yours." she says sternly and walks back to her room.

Later that evening, Jessie gave the guards and gate keeper strong warnings that no one is to leave or come in the house without her orders.

In the kitchen, the maids are busy preparing dinner. Linds walks in and observes the cooking space round with her eyes, which was very unusual of her to do.

"Is there anything we can help you with ma'am?" Genevieve asks formally.

"Drop the fomalty, you can talk me like you did earlier today. No one is here."

"But still anyone can come in." Anita says and carries a large tray of food. "I will be right back." she walks out.

"We escaped it today again." Rita sighs. "I just hope we keep escaping it. The moment we get caught" she places her palm close to her neck and moving it a bit. "We are dead meats."

"That won't happen." Linds says and moves closer to the fruit juice in the big jar, it is very obvious that is what they will be drinking that night. Alongside with the guards and maids, her mom might have been a very wicked soul but she made all her domestic workers eat the same thing she does.

"If you say so." Rita carries another big tray of food to the dining.

"I hope the cooking process was not draining?" Linda asks and faces the fruit juice, blocking Genevieve from seeing whatever she is doing.

"Not really." Genevieve murmurs as she does the dishes paying zero attention to whatever her young madam is doing.

Linda pours a reasonable amount of an unknown substance into the fruit juice without it spilling or leaving any traces.

"Please leave here now, your mom mustn't see you here." Genevieve nags gently still doing the dishes.

"Fine." Linda shrugs her shoulders and walks out.