Novel & Cerita Inmate Dirty Love Letter

They would be so proud of me, I wish I could see the smile on their happy faces. The week passed slowly, and it was Saturday. I was so delighted to thank him for what he had done. I cleaned young master Nate’s room when he was exercising out with his brother. So I went to clean Jack’s room, knowing he won’t be there too. I prepared to drop a letter for him and I started cleaning his room. His door opened and I turned immediately, I don’t want to be in the same space as he was. I looked up “Good morning young mast….er” I stuttered when I realized it was Nate who walked in.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

Among the glossy magazines and corporate notices sat a thick, plain white envelope. I turned it over in my hands. The paper felt soft and worn at the edges, as if it had traveled a long road. My thumb brushed over the return address stamped in bold black ink on the top left corner: State Correctional Facility for Women. Below it was a prisoner ID number and a name: Jade Hart. My heart gave a single, hard thump. I walked back to the kitchen and set the letter flat on the island. I looked at the envelope for five full minutes while my tea grew cold. Then, taking a steadying breath, I slid my thumb under the seal and pulled it out.

Only the envelope remained in my trembling hands. That night... Stonegate Federal Prison. Damian sat on the edge of his narrow bed. The lights had already been switched off. Most of the inmates were asleep. He wasn't. Sleep had become a stranger years ago. Footsteps echoed down the corridor. A correctional officer stopped outside his cell. "You've got legal mail." Damian frowned. At this hour? The envelope slid beneath the bars. No return address. No name. His pulse quickened. Inside was a single sheet of paper.

I also got some money for canteen, my mother is supposed to send me the money so let’s hope she follows through. I’m ready to make everything right and I refuse to give up until you forgive me, I am so grateful you are talking to me right now. I never once thought I’d be this lucky in my entire life, I can’t wait to see you and Jeremy and hold the both of you and never let you go. I love you babe, I can’t wait for your next letter.’ I read the letter a few times, I began to feel bad for him. He had issues with addictions and I ran instead of trying to get him help. Maybe him going to jail is what he needed to get clean.

Another Omega weeding nearby added enviously, “Yeah, Luna loves roses. Alpha spent hundreds of millions to buy this land.” Behind me, Carter looked away. Amelia smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry.” “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to find your beloved little sister after leaving prison.” “So I arranged for her to live nearby.” My vision went dark. My legs trembled as I walked toward the river. When I reached the cabin, my legs gave out and I stumbled over a stone. I pushed open the door. In my memories, the little girl would always run toward me happily. “Mia!”

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

After my brother and fake heir, Damon Stewart, runs someone over, he frames me for it. My fiancee immediately breaks off our engagement and marries him. I'm facing prison time, but Crystal Morgan—my childhood sweetheart who's also a lawyer—resolutely chooses to marry me. She works tirelessly to clear my name, and eventually she gets Damon sent to prison. However, her family runs into financial trouble, and her ailing mother is facing prison time herself. To repay a debt of gratitude, I, an accountant, take the blame for the crime and spend seven years in prison. But on the day I'm released, I overhear Crystal and her mother, Lilian Murphy, talking from behind the gates. "Crystal, Elija

I said. "They match in spirit" he said. Movie at 3 PM. Rom-com. He fell asleep 20 minutes in. On my shoulder. Drool and all. I didn’t move for an hour. Just let him. Because I could. *DAY 6: DEC 17 - THE LETTER* 2:15 PM Mail came. Official envelope. State seal. "Victim Notification Inmate #88472 Victor Reed Transferred to: Riverton State Penitentiary Estimated release: December 2034"

My mind was circling and going places I didn’t want it to go. The last time I had unprotected sex was with Markus. The last time I had sex was with Markus. Markus was a penny-pinching bastard who wouldn’t even spend a dime for a piece of clothing, and he will probably not even pay for my operation if I decide not to have the thing in my stomach. The door opens and Helen gasps, lowering herself so that she could pull me up. “Don’t lie on the cold dirty floor!” Helen says, anxiety dripping from her voice. “That won’t be good for the-”