From Prisoner To Phoenix His Regret Novels & Stories

Because I did everything to prolong my life, I could not pay my debts. Tsk! Why do I need to suffer? Why cannot I be happy? When my headache stopped, I disappeared little by little like a bubble. I will be honest; I accept everything that happened in my life. ………………………………………………………………... Phoenix’s POV I am sitting in a wheelchair in the visiting room of the jail. I am waiting for someone that will talk to me. Six minutes later, an unexpected visitor arrived. “How are you?” He asked me. So, I closed my hands. He is holding an envelope and a wrapped box. So, I looked at the floor.

“Ange ou Demon.” “Another gift, I suppose. Women don't buy perfume like that for themselves. Now don't get cross,” he went on swiftly when she stiffened under his taunt, “I seem to have developed an irrational case of jealousy where you're concerned. I can only apologize for my own hypocrisy in expecting you not to have a past. Damn it! Mine's not too wonderful.” Phoenix's mention of a past made her think of her stay in prison for the first time this weekend. She wished that she could tell him about it, but knew that to do so would be a disaster.

“Now that they know you’re still alive, no matter how well you hide, where else can you hide? If you stay in Phoenixfell City, you could become the blade someone else uses to stab me at any moment.” “...” Heloise had completely lost her appetite. She sat there, looking at Reginald’s face, silent once again. “Wasn’t rebuilding the slums what you risked your life for?” Reginald said. “I’m not driving you away. At the border, you can start over. In Phoenixfell City, that will never be possible.” He set down his knife and fork, lifted his glass of red wine, took a sip, and looked at her with his dark eyes.

I killed him, I killed Levi Rutherford, I cut the cage he built for me and became a free bird… Or maybe, I cut his wings to fly higher, faster… away from him. So, why am I crying now? Why did things have to turn out this ugly? Why is my heart not beating or why does it feel like someone is stomping on it? I gulped as I saw the distance between us increase, Phoenix started the car nonetheless and I saw Luther’s body lying on the ground, we scratched into his jeep while escaping and the inches became meters and miles and so on. Little to nothing left with me. “Here… your diary!” Phoenix and Aiden changed their seats and after a long trip of silence, Phoenix managed to break it.

But even in the face of defeat, he refuses to back down. "We shall see, Adrian," he spits, his voice laced with venom. "But mark my words, no prison can hold me forever. And when I am free, I will claim what is rightfully mine." I turn away, my patience dwindling. "Enjoy your time in darkness, Phoenix. It will be your only company until the end of your days." As I leave the prison, the weight of my anger begins to dissipate, replaced by a newfound determination. I will strengthen the security around Phoenix's cell, ensuring that he remains locked away indefinitely.

I want to find a place where everyone is equal. Phoenix has been quiet since we left our mates. I can feel her heartbreak. I just hope she forgives me, but it was what needed to be done. I would do it again. I have no regrets about leaving. This is what we needed to do to be free. I know that she knows we did what we had to do.

Phoenix drops his hand from mine as Scarlett faces the servant and says, “Thank you, Gertrude.” Gertrude bows again, turns, and walks away. Scarlett looks at me and then smiles before pulling out of Phoenix’s arms and practically running from the room. Phoenix looks at me and then out the empty doorway and then back at me. I chuckle as I say, “I guess she really wanted to see them…” Phoenix sighs and lowers his head as he says in a very low tone, “Yeah, well, she hasn’t seen him much, she was taken away from him when he was a baby, even though she should have chosen to stay here rather than sacrificing herself to the enemy for me…”

There was no need for me to keep holding onto the past. Besides, Andrew and Sally had been genuinely kind to me. So, I wouldn't hold a grudge out of respect for them. As for Dylan's attempt at murdering me, I was still scared. So, I pleaded with the police to send me back home. Just as we reached the door, Dylan suddenly rushed over and knelt in front of me. "Fiona, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please don't break up with me." Seeing the remorse on Dylan's face, I bit my lip and whispered, "Dylan, we'll talk about our relationship later. You should focus on handling your parents' affairs first."

He took a deep breath, let it out, and then continued. “I went over to the Rebels after that. I couldn’t look at Phoenix anymore. I know he made a mistake, and he knows it too. He made all the rules we have now right after Jolene died. No outsiders on deals, shit like that. But I could never forgive him.” “What changed?” I asked. “Time, mostly. Time and I now know that he was a fucking kid; we all were. We all fucked up. Phoenix’s been paying for that mistake for a long time.”

I could’ve sworn that inmate with the knife was coming after me and not my dad, but I don’t know why. Then he saved us both. Cold blue eyes flash in my mind, and somehow they don’t make me afraid. I haven't been able to stop seeing them since I left the prison, and I even dream about him at night. I wake up with my hand in my panties begging him to take me. Why does the first man I’m attracted to have to be in prison? “He’s not going to let me come back.” It makes my heart ache to admit that out loud. “Give it time, Phoenix. I’m sure he’s still a bit shook up. He’ll let you come back after he handles things.”