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.

won’t even

noticed I wasn’t responding and just sat there silently, her interest faded. She stepped forward

prisoners. They would be released in a few years, so there was no reason for them to risk more time behind bars just for

pulled away. Mia spat at me and left with them. I leaned against the wall, slowly pushing myself up, my eyes burning with

them pay for every bit of torment they put

“Heidi Tessford.”

heavy metal door creaked open as a prison guard stepped in. “You

A visitor?

In my current situation, I had been abandoned by everyone. Who would want to see me?

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Dealing in Prison

as my brows

Wendy

here,” the prison guard

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

seat across from me, picked up the phone, and looked at me. “It’s been a while.”

smile. “I never expected you to

wasn’t the type to come

“Don’t be like that. Maybe I can help. I know you want