She was led out by the guard, dazed and silent, and sat in front of the visitor’s window. When she saw who was waiting on the other side, her expression froze, then, for reasons she couldn’t name, a surge of emotion broke through her numbness.

“Fortune, you still care about me, don’t you? Fortune, Fortune-”

“Inmate 1123, calm down! Please, sit down!” The guard pressed her back into her chair. Ileana stilled, afraid that if she lost control, this visit would be cut short, and

she might never see him again.

She picked up the receiver, eyes brimming with tears.

But Fortune, sitting across the glass, only looked at her with mockery and disdain.

“Miss Tate, how are you?”

That was the first thing Fortune had ever said to her, the day they met.

Back then, thanks to Max, the maids at home bullied her constantly. She’d escape to bars at night, sometimes booking any hotel she could find just to avoid going home. It was during that messy, lonely time that Fortune had appeared. He seemed like destiny–a perfect fit in every way. Under his influence, she let herself go, living lavishly, spending money like water, finally tasting what she thought was freedom.

still prosperous then. They might have abandoned her overseas, but they never skimped on her allowance. She gave Fortune plenty of money, too–he found her suppliers, promised the money would come back to her as Mrs.

like that, Fortune vanished–along with her money. She couldn’t reach him. The people they knew claimed they

family summoned her home

me…” After a month inside, Fortune was the first

You must have your reasons. It’s okay–I forgive you. Wait for me. When

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are ‘pure and innocent, aren’t

words

hard her knuckles turned white, disbelief etched across her face. Her lips trembled, desperate to speak, but no words came

I met you, you were already my prey. I did everything. Thanks to you, I made quite a profit. I thought if I slipped something into your drink, I could keep you on a leash, but turns out, I never needed it. You followed me around like a dog. all

like a slap,

couldn’t help it. You’re nothing but a spoiled heiress–empty, useless, with nothing to offer but cash. If you’d had even a

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