Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook Novels & Stories

Earlier in the pond is evidence of that. There are no windows, so I can't tell if it's morning or night. I don't know how long we’ve been here, but we’ve been given food twice, so I’ll guess two days. I’ve been waiting for what Walden threatened to come. I’m hoping whatever it is, Theo and I can overcome it together. I hear the cell doors opening. The cell is made of silver, preventing us from breaking it down. “It's time,” the man who brings our food says, walking toward me.

He couldn't help but finish it all. When the prisoner drank the entire cup, Prince Ron signalled the guard to pull the bucket. The prisoner suddenly screamed in pain. His little brother was being yanked by the ropes. It felt like it was on fire. "Ahhhh!!!! Stop!! Stop!!!" "Harder" the Prince ordered and the guard yanked. "Ahhhh!!! My name is Griffith Reed!" The prisoner screamed. "I'm a member of a hidden organisation called The Shadows!" Prince Ron signalled the guard to stop and the bucket was let alone.

Loyalty meant nothing when enough gold was involved, and the fool had happily looked the other way without caring who she was or why she wanted access to the dungeons. When she finally stopped in front of a cell near the end of the corridor, her gaze settled on the prisoner inside. The surviving rogue from Rafael's group sat against the wall with heavy chains wrapped around his wrists, his face covered with bruises from the beatings he had received, yet the dangerous look in his eyes remained untouched. The moment he noticed her standing outside the bars, he slowly pushed himself to his feet and walked forward. "You came back," he said, his voice rough from days spent in captivity.

" The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal. To survive, I fought my way through with my fists. The only thing keeping me alive was the hope that one day I could leave prison and buy back my parents' old mansion. The day I got out, I hid myself in an underground fighting ring like a rat crawling out of the gutter, living numbingly from match to match. That one million dollars would have brought me one s

“Indeed, I have.” The guard, with a heavy iron key in hand, unlocked the cell door. It creaked open slowly, revealing the man within. He sat on the cold, stone floor, his shackles glinting in the dim light. Isolde entered the cell, her movements purposeful. She knelt beside the prisoner, her eyes locked onto his. “The plan is coming together,” she said in a low, conspiratorial tone. “Very soon, everything will be in place.” The prisoner’s eyes gleamed with a flicker of hope. “You promise?”

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

"Moana!" "I knew that whoreson was up to something when he hardened his face before telling me to attend to his prisoner," Moana said and immediately rushed towards me, and in her hand appeared a key. " To even think he gave me the key, warning me not to free the prisoner without his permission." "If he was the one who gave the key to you, then he absolutely knew you would free me immediately you entered this room," I said, feeling the weight of the manacles off my ankles as Moana attacked the chains binding my wrists.

“Hello, Piper. Long time no see, I mean, f*ck.” If those words were meant to be a joke, it wasn’t funny. Especially when I was now bound like a wild animal, with ropes in numerous lattice knots. My feet dangled above the ground, the fear making me forget my nakedness. The sting of the ropes cutting into my flesh kept me in my senses. I was back in my hell again, but this time, I was in Lenard Lee’s new den in this foreign city. What differed now was how I got into my prison.

“He will hunt me down anyway.” “Well, it’s either that or you rot in here for the rest of your life.” I snap. “I’ll take my chances with you.” He says finally. “Good. Now will you be quiet so I can work in peace?” I chew on my lip as I break the next bar. The noise is awful. I had Cain find this clamp for me, specially made for breaking reinforced metal and it cost me all the money my father sent me here with, and then some. It’s not like I had any use for all that money anyway. Another bar snaps and it coincides with a mighty thump from outside that makes me jump. Oh goddess, please keep him contained a little while more. The prisoner notes my movement and his head cocks.

I heard the metal door squeak and latch closed. I had a long time to think about what that servant told me. I was sitting against the stone wall of my prison cell. Going through all the information that I was just told. She seems to believe all of this. I don’t think Harper knows any of this. So, whoever Harper’s fated mate is should also obtain great power. I let my head fall back against the stone wall harder than I meant to, causing a thump sound. I took a deep breath and sighed. How in the hell am I going to get Harper out of this? My mind traveled back to last night. I remember her laugh and her bright smile when I caught her. She was trying to run from me. I smiled to myself, but the s