Novel & Cerita My Life In Prison

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

They never understood that everything I did — every plan, every risk, every lie — was to take back what was supposed to be mine. Lucas. The family’s pride. The life I was denied. When the judge read the sentence — life imprisonment without parole — a strange calm settled over me. There were gasps, a few murmurs, maybe even a sigh of relief from her side of the courtroom. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even blink. They led me away in chains, my footsteps echoing down the empty corridor like a metronome counting down the rest of my life. The cell was small — metal bed, gray walls, the faint smell of disinfectant and despair.

"But what you're going to do to me..." "I spent the last six years of my life behind bars. Your grandfather's greed destroyed my family and almost destroyed me. Think about that instead of your petty little life for a change." "I—" I what? What did I want to say? That my life wasn't petty? That I mattered? That I did think of other things and not only of myself? "Ask me what it was like to be locked up for killing a murderer. Ask me what it was like to spend six years in prison only to have the verdict overturned."

Yunlan asked. "Li Fan, 27 years old. She lives nearby the scene, she got out without a bag to buy herself a newspaper, but two guys tried to assault her and she fought back." "Tried to?" "Yeah, she's a big girl, you saw her yourself, but when she punched one of them hard he got angry and stabbed her. That's all we know for now, she was too tired to talk more and the doctors threw us out after that." Yunlan sighed in relief glad that she didn't have to endure that, he had seen victims of sexual assault before and he knew very well that the scars of the body were easier to heal than those of the soul.

Behind the door… Everything. Finally, I saw it. A ladder hanging outside the window. Rage surged through me. I smashed my fist into the glass. It shattered instantly. Fragments flew everywhere, slicing into my arm. The pain was sharp. Clear. And suddenly I remembered the wounds I saw on Mia’s body in the hospital. It felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. Did it hurt her like this too? Was she in pain— just like I am now? In those four years in prison and these past months serving Amelia—

Chapter 4: The Cracks in the Mask Alexia The dim light from the overhead bulb flickered, casting fleeting shadows across the damp walls of my cell. I stared at the steel door, my mind a whirlpool of confusion and despair. Each second dragged into an eternity, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe.

I state, watching his eyes widen in shock. "Wait, a prisoner!” He nearly shouts, causing me to shush him. After making Sky promise not to repeat what I just told him to anyone else, I relax back into my chair and swing it turn it from side to side. "Everyone assumes that I lived a life of luxury when I went missing or that I had died. But as I have said many times, I grew up in the slums. I had to steal to stay alive and one day I got caught. After that, I was sent to Prison.” Explaining my past to someone I can trust lifts a weight from my shoulder, causing me to feel lighter than before. The struggles I faced as a child forced me to grow up faster than most children and it is why taking co

A 40-year-old, medium build man wearing a blue police uniform unlocked the cell door. “You’re free to go, Matthews. Don’t come back. You don’t deserve to be here. There’s a lot ahead of you, young man. Get out, and enjoy your life while you can,” the police officer said. He inspected me from head to toe. I was still lying, immobilized. He didn’t have any idea what happened to my life. My life was worse than being locked up and worst than being in hell, literally.

Kelly I cannot believe that after all the crimes Sherly committed I'm still the one jailed. How do I escape this hell hole of a prison, this is not what I wanted for myself this was never the life I wanted and most of all I didn't choose this part all of this happened because of Sherly, she made me this way and once again I'm here serving the punishment she was supposed to serve and she's out there walking and living freely only for knows what her next plan is

I listened, my face a mask. The second message. "I got rid of Ornella. And her bastard." "Elena's locked away, too. But none of it brings you back." The third. "I sold everything. The estate, the businesses, all of it." "I gave most of the money to the people we hurt." "But I kept a little. To buy myself a grave." My finger hovered over the screen. The fourth message. "Right next to you. That way... I can spend the next life paying you back."