52: A Visit To The Prison

**Angela’s POV**

The sound of clanging metal doors echoed through the dimly lit hallway as the guard called my name. My body ached from the beating I had endured earlier, my cellmates’ fists and feet bruising me in places I hadn’t known could hurt. They had cornered me, their attacks brutal and unrelenting. I knew they had been paid to do it—bribed by someone who wanted me weak, broken, and silent.

Still, I refused to cry. Even as I stumbled toward the visitation area, my clothes tattered and my face swollen, I kept my head high. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked terrible, but I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

“Sit,” the guard barked, and I glared at him before reluctantly obeying.

I hadn’t been expecting a visitor, and when I saw who it was, my blood boiled. Royals. His smug face greeted me from the other side of the glass, and I instantly wished I had refused to come out.

Anger twisted my expression as I sank into the chair, my movem