Empire

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Mikayla's POV

So this is what my life has succumb to and now I am facing forty three years in prison and it's all because of that of that no good deceiving ass ex husband who took everything away from me. He took my money, all of my shares, and all of the companies that I owned. On top of that, I am charged of attempted murder and first degree misdemeanor for battery because I beat the shit out of his so called new fiancée and stabbed in her and almost stabbed my ex husband in the process. I was consumed by anger and I had lost everything at court. Not to mention but he was the one cheating with me the whole time during our marriage but because I almost killed him and his soon to be wife, the Jude deemed me wrong and gave everything to Carmelo because I was facing charges that would keep my locked up for a long time.

I'm already thirty 31 and serving forty three years by the time I get out, I'll be seventy four and old. At this rate, it might as well be considered life.

Now that I been in jail for about a week and had some time to reflect, that this was this that son of a bitches plan all along. To get me behind bars and take everything away from me. I don't even understand why he treated me this way. I was nothing but a good wife, a provider for Carmelo and all he did was use me for my money and my high status.

I was living my dream and I practically had it all and did it all on my own and now it's all gone.

I wish I was smarter and didn't try to kill those motherfuckers and I wouldn't be in this mess. I was blinded by love and that I thought if no one could have him then no other bitch could. Now I realized how ridiculous that was and now I am in jail, with no way of getting out. I could possibility get bail and actually fight for my case to try to at least be free but who would want to help me? I'm literally stuck with nobody wanting to help me.

The best thing I can do is do my time and get out of this nightmare when my time here is done. That is I survive here and some one these bitches in here seem to already want to scratch my fucking eyes out.

I can feel their stank eyes on me everyday and they just waiting for me to slip up so they can tear me apart but I'm no pussy. I will fight a hoe if I need to and I'm not afraid to stab another bitch in here.

I know I high class but I will not hesitate to get down and dirty. I was not born with a sliver spoon in my mouth.

"Laddies! It's time for breakfast! OUT OF YOUR CELLS NOW!" The female correctional officer order us.

I got up from my bunk as they let us all out of our cells.

"Mrs. Hayes, I need you to come with me to gather all your stuff from her locker."

"It's Ms Jones and what's goin on? Am I being transported somewhere else?" I correct her and questioned her.

"It's the opposite actually. You were bailed out and no longer needed here." She admitted and my eyes were widen.

How could this be? Who would possibly bail me out? So many questions flowed through my mind but the only way I could know my answers if from the front. I gather all my things like I was told from my locker and changed into the clothes that I last worn before I was in a orange jumpsuit.

"You got really lucky Mrs. Hayes. I never thought you could be walking these streets again after what you did." The Sheriff officer stated to me. I fixed myself and put the watch on my wrist.

"It's not Mrs. Hayes anymore. It's Ms. Jones now Sheriff and it's not a surprised that I would be free again. I was cheated on and framed. So I believe that I am the innocent one." I said to the Sheriff confidently as I slam my locker and walk out with my chin held high.

I walk out of the county jail with pride as I took in that fresh air that I never thought I would be able to smell in a long time. I walk down the step and saw a large black SUV

"Ms. Jones." I heard my name being called out by a short man in a suit as he approached me carefully.

"May I help you?" I questioned him.

"I'm here on the behave of my Tribal Chief, Joe Anoa'i and he would like to speak with you in his SUV." He tells me but I give a weird look, raising one of my brows.

"I'm sorry who are you and who's what's a Tribal Chief?" I asked him.

"Oh I'm sorry, my name is Paul Hayden and I'm Joe Anoa'i's counselor." He offered his hand out to me and I take it.

"And you said he's in that SUV?" I asked him and he nodded. I know better to not just go into people's car because you never know who is in there but if anything happens, I am right in front of the of the county jail. "Okay, I'll speak to whoever he is." I agreed and Paul smiled and opened the door for me.

I stepped in and saw this huge muscular man who was really attractive. He was dressed in a suit and his hair in a slick back bun. He has a full face beard and dark brown eyes.

I stiffen myself as I showed that I was nervous.He smirked at me and rubbed his beard.

"Ms Jones, I'm Joe. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand out and I took it as he shook my hand firmly with his big warm hands.

"Mikayla." I introduced my first name.

"I wanted to talk to you because I heard what happened to you over the news. In fact, I'm quite familiar with your......ex husband Carmelo Hayes and I want to say is, I believe you deserve justice." He admitted and my eyes lit up.

"You.....believe in me?" I questioned him and he nodded.

"That's why I bailed you out. I wanna help you beat this man in court and clear your name and take back everything you lost from him. Only if you accept my help." Joe promised.

I immediately shook my head yes.

"Yes, of course I accept. I would love nothing more than your help. Right now you're helping me enough by just bailing me out."

"Good." He smirked at me. "Then we should get started. I'm sure after your ex husband took everything, you probably don really have a home anymore so from now on, you will be living with me." Joe offered me and honestly he is doing way too much for me.

I don't know how I will ever reply him for his gratitude. This must be some kind of a dream.