Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 523 Dealing in Prison

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Mia Fisher–that was her name. She had been sentenced to life for tearing out her husband’s throat in his sleep after enduring years of abuse.

I hated it when people brought up my family, but standing before someone like Mia, who had killed her husband without hesitation, I knew better than to let my anger show.

Swallowing my fury, I shot her a cold glare and continued scrubbing her filthy feet.

“Oh? You still have the nerve to glare at me?” Mia sneered, spitting on the floor. Her voice dripped with disdain.

A few other prisoners chimed in, “Mia, don’t waste your breath on her. She’s always like this. A few lessons will set her straight.”

One of them, a short–haired woman, casually tossed her snacks onto the ground. Some even landed on my face.

The more I thought about it, the more the rage inside me burned. I lifted my head and glared fiercely at the short–haired woman.

She smirked. “Oh? You got a problem? Going to throw a tantrum?” Without warning, she slapped me hard across the face.

With a sharp slap, I was sent sprawling to the floor, blood spilling from my mouth.

She shot me a sidelong glance. “You’ve got so many bad habits. Do you think you’re some kind of heiress? Take a good look at yourself. Still dreaming of being rich? No one cares about you.

still have to study later. She won’t even react. It’s not worth our time. Let’s

and just sat there silently, her interest faded. She stepped forward and tugged at the short- haired prisoner’s sleeve, signaling her to drop it and not cause trouble.

so there was no reason for them to risk more time behind bars just for a bit of

was pulled away. Mia spat at me and left with them. I leaned against the

for every bit

“Heidi Tessford.”

a prison guard stepped in. “You

A visitor?

flickered through my mind. In my current situation, I had been abandoned by

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squinted as my brows

Wendy

here,” the prison guard

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gaze sweeping over my orange vest. She smiled faintly, carrying the same

seat across from me, picked up the phone, and looked at

a small smile. “I

wasn’t the type to come

her voice light but calculated. “Don’t be like that. Maybe I can help. I know you want out, and I can convince the judge to release