All Chapters of Miracle In Prison: 100 Days to Destroy her Ex-Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Inside my private dressing room, I finally let myself breathe. I stood before the vanity mirror and touched the heavy crystal Prosecutor of the Year award. At twenty-eight, I was the youngest chief prosecutor in the city’s history. I had just locked up the region's most dangerous crime boss, and I had done it all while looking completely flawless in an emerald evening gown. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Julian, my handsome husband, pressed a soft kiss to my neck. "Look at you," he whispered, his voice full of pride. "The brilliant Vivian Vance. You put away a cartel and didn't even break a sweat. I could see the terror in their eyes from the front row." I turned around in his arms and smiled. "I couldn't have done any of this without you holding down the fort at home, Julian. This award belongs to both of us." Julian smiled back and handed me a glass of champagne. We clinked our glasses together. "To your brilliant mind, my love," he said softly.

The freezing salt spray of the ocean slapped against my face, instantly washing away the grime of the prison transport van. I huddled in the back of the sleek, black speedboat as it sliced through the midnight waves. Behind me, the distant, imposing watchtowers of Blackwood Maximum Security Prison faded into the heavy rain. I was out. My heart hammered against my ribs, not just from the thrill of the escape, but from the terrifying realization of what came next. The countdown clock on the encrypted smartphone in my hand glowed a fierce, mocking red: 99:23:45:12. I had already lost fifteen minutes. The boat slipped into a private, hidden cove tucked away beneath a cliffside mansion on the edge of the city’s most exclusive coastal district. The engines died, humming softly as two silent, muscular men in black tactical gear helped me onto the wooden dock. They didn’t say a word. They simply pointed toward a heavy steel elevator built directly into the rock face. When the

The VIP charity auction hall was a sea of glittering silk, high-end tuxedos, and quiet, immense wealth. White-gloved waiters drifted between the circular tables, filling crystal glasses with champagne that cost more than a prison guard’s monthly salary.I sat at the center table, the gold-plated belt of my midnight-blue gown catching the light. Julian sat directly to my right, leaning in close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne. To my left sat Silas Vance, his expression completely unreadable, radiating a cold, calm authority that made Julian visibly tense."The bidding tonight is for an excellent cause, Baroness," Julian said, his voice smooth and eager. He was trying hard to project the image of a generous, successful billionaire. "All proceeds go to the city's historical restoration fund. I always make it a point to give back to the community.""How touching," I replied, using my slow, aristocratic European accent. I didn't look at him; instead, I swirling the champagn

"Is he... is he here?" The words left my throat in a quick whisper. My eyes darted to the bedroom door, my heart beating fast.Silas looked down at his watch, then raised his eyes to meet mine. His face was completely calm. "Do you want him to be here?""No!" I said quickly, taking a step backward until my heel hit the edge of the glass table. I wrapped my arms over the towel tightly. "Of course I don't want him here. Why would you ask me that? If he walks through that door right now, the entire plan is ruined."Silas didn't answer immediately. He gave me a long, sharp look, as if measuring my panic. Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the penthouse.I didn't waste any time. The moment the door shut behind him, I put on my pajamas, slid into the large bed, and pulled the heavy duvet up to my chin. Holding the encrypted phone under the covers, I watched the red numbers countdown in the dark: **94:10:05:12**.Let the plan work fast, I t