Novel & Cerita I Met The Male Lead In Prison

He stayed with me the entire day, but his phone kept ringing without stopping. By noon the next day, he finally answered a call from Stella. He said he had to deal with something at the company and left. But the desire in his eyes that she had stirred up was impossible to hide. I pushed down the pain in my heart. After making sure he had left, I took out the dashcam that I had kept hidden in a corner and contacted a top restoration team. Then, I went to the prison where Stella had served her sentence. By the time I got home, I had already received her prison record on my phone.

I never heard from him again. The day I called the police, I moved out of the apartment. The company set me up in a luxury unit downtown and gave me a company car. Three months in, a major event I led pulled in four million dollars for the company. I was promoted straight to Director. The film adapted from my novel premiered. I left two unhealthy relationships behind. And I finally walked into the life I deserved. --- [End]

I was going to throw myself at his feet, beg for his forgiveness, and hold my son until my arms ached. Then, my dashboard console began flashing frantically. Seventeen missed calls. All from Ricci. A cold knot of dread coiled tightly in my stomach. I pressed the Bluetooth button, connecting the call. "Ricci? What's wrong?" "Donna—I mean, Mrs. Moretti," Ricci’s voice came through the speakers, cracking with a pure, unmitigated panic I had never heard from him before. "There's been a catastrophic incident. A massive prison break at the federal maximum-security facility upstate."

"You should look into what happened to Rosabella in prison." "What happened?" "That's where this divorce really started." Mia took her phone back and turned to leave. "Wait!" I stopped her. "What exactly happened to her in prison?" Mia paused and looked back at me. "Broken bones, a ruptured spleen, thirteen knife scars," Mia’s voice was cold. "And PTSD, malnutrition, chronic insomnia." Every word was a bullet to my heart. "How… how is that possible? I paid people off…" "Paid them off?" Mia sneered. "Who did you pay? The Rossi family?"

] [He needs to be turned back into a human right away, or his lifespan is going to nosedive. [The female lead's blood might help him, but…] I couldn't care less about anything else. I requested permission to visit Maisie in prison. After listening to why I'd come, her lips curved into a smile. "I can help, but I want some time alone with Elias." I opened my mouth to agree, but the barrage of comments popped up again. [You can't say yes! Maisie used an item on herself. Once the male lead drinks her blood, he'll be dosed with an aphrodisiac and completely at her mercy.]

"So, I cancel today's meeting too?" The elevator doors opened, but Melvin didn't get out of there either; he stayed silent. "No, no. The meeting will still be in the office." After saying that, Melvin stepped out of the elevator. The man followed him from behind. Rangga Jarvis-his assistant, the man who knew everything about him besides his friends. That man-Rangga loved wearing round glasses; his handsome face did not diminish when glasses were perched on his nose, but that was the man's charm.

“Lucas Cain.” “That’s right!” Darren said as if Mark had won a prize. “Glowing reports from his time inside. Therapy, got trained as far as he could go in a couple different trades. Model prisoner. I’ve only met with him once, when he first got released, but he showed up at the police station at six thirty this morning and asked to see me. They tell me he sat on a bench and didn’t move or say a word for three and a half hours until I showed up. A bit shell-shocked, I think.”

she asked. No answer. Very curious, Mia directs the cell phone into the prison. And yes, there really is someone there. Looks thin, but still muscular. The man is doing push-ups. Mia still can’t see his face because his face looks down. His hair is long and disheveled. So messy. “You. Stop what you’re doing and show me your face!” said Mia. But Russell didn’t obey that. He continued his push-up movement until he finally finished with the count. Russell just showed his face.