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.

She won’t even react. It’s not worth

and just sat there silently, her interest faded. She stepped forward and tugged at the short- haired prisoner’s sleeve, signaling

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

and left with them. I leaned against the wall, slowly pushing myself up, my eyes burning with resentment

for every bit of torment they put me

“Heidi Tessford.”

prison guard stepped in. “You

A visitor?

had been abandoned by everyone. Who would want to see me?

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Dealing in Prison

as my

knew Wendy

Heidi is here,” the prison

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vest. She smiled faintly, carrying the

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

small smile. “I never expected you

wasn’t the type

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 you. Prison life hasn’t been