Caramella's Palace

Copyright © 2020 Nina Melius

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CHAPTER 1

MULTI-BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS

Santa Rosa Hotel & Resort global chain market belongs to Williamston’s Hotel Enterprise. Their youngest multi-billionaire heiress is Caramella Williamston otherwise known as Clara to close family and friends. Twenty-five year old Saint Lucian pearl is the scriptwriter and director of the famous princess movie series called The Ball. Caramella stood in the balcony of her newly bought home, a French palace, overlooking the fields of the countryside. Gazing down she saw the press as usual who came by regularly snapping beautiful shots of her within her palace. She was modern-day royalty in the public eyes and not the human trafficking head surgeon at night. Her smartphone vibrated she pocketed it out and realised it was her ex-fiancé, the Spanish billionaire FIFA Worldcup football player, Ray Martinez who was caught cheating with British actress Lena Santos a few days ago when they murdered her little sister.

Caramella thought, ‘He shouldn’t have called. I wish I could have forgotten it all but I can’t it’s already printed in my mind’ and threw the phone on the glass table. Not wanting to burst into tears she turned her back on the paparazzi and went inside gracefully. It was younger sister: Maria Williamston’s funeral; she hosted the event, family and friends roamed the palace grieving yet they were still in awe. The architecture of French style columns, expensive paintings, the elegant lights lit up the cream room with peace. Her father, Chris, older sister: Cheryl and older brother, Leo, her best friends Sandra and Amelia couldn’t attend the service because of business and family affairs yet they sent their condolences via video call. But her mother Patricia had come still in shock by Maria’s death since they found her dead body in a lake.

‘How could someone hurt my little girl?’ Patricia asked. ‘What has she done to deserve this?

‘Mum….’ Caramella hugged her and she cried more. ‘Maria’s death won’t be in vain. The French Police Department is doing everything they can in their power to appended the culprits.’

‘Sweetheart I can’t sleep unless God put that criminal to rest,’ Patricia replied pulling away with a furrowed brow with fierce eyes. ‘Darling if this can happen to Maria it can to anyone,’ referring her sentence to her.

‘Mum I’ll be fine you don’t have to worry. I didn’t finish three years of military service in America for nothing. I’ve strife so far to accomplish what I have achieved in my life no one will dare try to hurt me,’ Caramella reminded her.

‘You don’t have reminded me, sweetie,’ Patricia added in acknowledgment. ‘All I’m saying is just beware of who is around you, Caramella. God only gave you one life to live but if you ever find yourself in your sister’s shoe make sure you’re in the hospital and your enemy is in the cemetery.’

‘I’ll keep that mind Mum, thanks,’ Caramella answered as she hugged her.

At the moment she remembered entering Organist’s surgery room as her alias Elian Gaston: Dr. Elle. She was stunned when she saw her younger sister Maria lying on the operating table split open without her organs being sexually assaulted by her boss Stephen Sliver and enemy Pique who moaned with orgasms.

‘What are you doing with that dead body?’ Caramella asked angrily.

‘Elian, you’re back?’ Her boss Stephen Sliver: the multi trillionaire CEO of Organist: Organ Black Market Human Trafficking Cooperation, questioned. Still slamming into her lifeless sister.

‘Have you both lost your mind? Can’t see she is already dead! Where’s the pleasure in that!’ Caramella shouted hoping that she breaks down in front of them that it won’t give leads off her identity.

‘There’s plenty of it,’ Pique Inco, the Human Trafficking Team Leader quipped with a laugh sliding his penis down her sister’s throat. ‘It’s better than having her alive unless we want to join us, Elle.’

His heartless words and their actions made Caramella outrage, ‘Get your nasty selves out of that girl and get rid of her!’

‘Who shattered your innocents Elian? Are you jealous?’ Stephen asked jokingly.

She was furious clenching her fist. This was the first time she ever felt shame, guilt, regret, disbelief and, nausea.

‘Why would I be?’ Caramella glared at Pique who smirked and sent her kiss as she frowned. ‘Can we move on to the next subjects?’ She said.

Stephen was amused by her outburst stopped sexing her sister and replied, ‘Carrie has them in the other operating room.’

‘Okay,’ Caramella answered turning her heel still keeping an eye on them if case they attacked her and, obviously, Pique wanted to feel her grabbing her butt and pressed himself against her wrapping his right arm around her waist girding into her. ‘What the?’ She elbowed him in the stomach and, grabbed his arm flipping him onto the ground with one heel stepping on his balls. ‘Next, you try to assault me I’ll cut off your cock and feed it to the birds,’ she warned walking off and overheard their speeches.

‘She’s different Pique,’ Stephen smirked lustfully.

‘Next time I’ll make her mine,’ Pique sipped blood gazing at her butt. ‘She’ll regret this,’ he thought aloud.

Caramella frowned and pulled out her gun, ‘No you won’t.’

Strolling into the operating room she found Carrie Halls: her assistant dissecting the patients extracting their organs placing it in a custom made freezer box. Her assistant faced her as she shifted her glasses up her nose.

‘Dr. Elle I have done the extractions it’s ready for pickup,’ Carrie explained and realised that she wasn’t herself. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘Everything,’ Caramella answered and pulled the trigger at her assistant while a tear escaped her right corner eye.

‘Elian what are you doing?’ Dino asked.

Before he could draw his weapon and ask another question she shot him in the head and muttered, ‘I had enough of it that’s all.’

Caramella pulled out her second gun and checked the database for the client delivery and realised that her sister’s organs: the heart and liver were sent to an Italian mob boss who desired to save his only seven year old son Antonio. Her kidneys and lungs were sent to New Zealand sold to a rich couple: Mr. and Mrs. Smith: the founders of a cereal company called Fruity Doodles. She hacked the encrypted site sent their monthly delivery and global auction system to her secured drive and accessed their accounts transferring their funds to global charity foundations. Someone was about to walk in she pulled out the drive once everything was done and escaped out the back window and overheard Lillian, her second assistant screaming.

‘Stephen! Pique!’ She hollered as the men rushed in.

‘What the heck? Who did this?’ Stephen asked and checked the camera monitors. He saw the beautiful black curvy woman with blue eyes who stole his heart, who was more than a best friend in his mind had actually changed from human to beast instead and thought, ‘Elian? Why would she do this?’

Lillian shook her head, ‘I don’t know…..’ as her voice cracks.

‘Someone’s gone rouge and I think I know who,’ Pique smirked and rushed pressed the P. A. system voice announcer and spoke through it, ‘Attention all members of Organist retrieved Dr. Elle…..’

‘Wait, Pique! No!’ Stephen yelled.

But he continued, ‘Bring her back dead or alive!’

Caramella's eyes widened with surprise she exhaled lightly and mumbled, ‘Dead or alive huh? I’ll give you a run for your money.’

Running through a huge hole in the fence, members of Organists had spotted and started shooting aimlessly. Caramella prayed, ‘God I know I’ve screwed up but please let me averaged sister and those who were killed by this global cooperation. I need to right my wrongs. Please give me this chance to do so,’ she reached her jeep and hid behind the other side where the bullets couldn’t hit her. Unlocking it she slide in and started the engine driving off and realised that the truck loaded with unwanted dead bodies speeding after her as she stepped onto the gas. Security guards in the front were shooting at her window shield and behind her. But she didn’t care and drove through the half-opened gates. Leaping off onto the main road and sped down the highway. There was a ten motorcyclist riding at her sides shooting at her with machineguns.

‘Shit! I can’t shake them off,’ Caramella gritted her teeth. ‘Oh God I need you to make a miracle for me right now,’ she added and before she knew she had slammed into another vehicle and the jeep was tipping over as her passenger door opens. Underneath her was a motorcyclist looking up as she smiled, ‘Hi there!’ and shoots in him the head and slid behind him taking control of the bike and grabbed the machinegun. She started shooting her behind recklessly dodging bullets and vehicles with quick maneuvers before getting rid of the dead rider. Accelerating further she did make a 360 turn smoking the place so that her enemy could lose vision but their guns didn’t. As she lifted the motorcycle and it rode on one wheel, turning on a side with the machinegun, she shot every single one of those bikers. Before she drove off into the city, hopping off the bike onto another vehicle as it rode off into a ditch and explode.

Caramella walked into a men's clothing store and get rid of her skin-suit, clothes and changed into the black suit, hat, shades and, shoes she bought and smiled in the mirror, ‘It fits perfect’ and then she left the store. ‘Pique and Stephen won’t rest until I’m dead I guess the living is quite troublesome for them,’ she quipped with a smirk and drove off in her bulletproof private car and set off the bomb in her apartment she stayed in with her little sister which engulfed in flames. If Organist decided to investigate her old apartment they would have to find the fake body, documents and, tempered DNA samples. Elian Gaston was just a myth without her disguise she was herself, Caramella Williamston, Santa Rosa’s multi-billionaire heiress who loves to party a little too hard.

Minutes later she received a website link via a message from her best friends Sandra and Amelia wrote: Brace yourself! Caramella you won’t like this.

She smiled at the message, ‘What are those girls doing?’ opening the link it landed on a disturbing article: FIFA Worldcup football multi-billionaire Ray Martinez, sexiness man alive is spotted kissing British actress Lena Santos at Santa Rosa’s Hotel balcony suite. Will his fiancé, multi-billionaire heiress of Santa Rosa: Williamston’s Hotel Enterprise Caramella Williamston call off the wedding or give him another chance?

Caramella muttered, ‘Men? Can’t be satisfied with anything? Why did I trust him?’ she drove off to the hotel. Slowly down at the entrance, she snapped a photo and posted it on Twitter and Instagram with a small phase: The wedding is off! Cheater! Before she knew over a billionaire retweeted and like her comment sliding out her personal smartphone: fifty miss calls and messages from Ray. She threw the phone away let it rang. Closing her eyes and reopening them she realised all that happened so quickly when her mother kissed her goodbye about to leave for Portugal.

‘Have a safe flight Mum,’ Caramella smiled.

‘Thanks, dear and, don’t do anything your family and I won’t do,’ Patricia warned as she watched her second youngest daughter giggled.

‘Life’s a party,’ Caramella smirked and wiggled her eyebrows upwards.

‘Seriously, Clara? Oh yes, don’t forget to attend Santa Rosa French Edition 37th Staff Award Ceremony. Represent your father and me with poise and elegance, sweetie,’ Patricia reminded her and walked out of the palace boarding her vehicle.

Caramella smiled and waved, ‘Okay. Bye Mum love you!’ and watched as she returned the wave with a smile.