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Dozens of nervous faces stared toward the mansion steps. Luca emerged slowly. His expression alone made several men lower their heads. His eyes swept across them one by one. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe too loudly. Finally, Luca's cold voice shattered the silence. "One prisoner..." He descended the steps. "...one helpless woman..." Another step. "...escaped from this estate." He stopped before the assembled guards. "And not one of you noticed." Silence. Absolute silence. Luca slowly drew his pistol. The metallic click echoed across the courtyard.

My voice shook hard not at all. He leaned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Depends who's asking, Princess." I placed the file in the middle of the table between us like a hot potato. "I need information. Clean, fast, without a trace. And I don't want any of the people in this stinking dump to know." His eyebrow furrowed, his lips twisting into a slow grin. "Now this should be interesting." I suppressed my revulsion, looking past the cigarettes, the mess, the general grossness of this dump.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

I took the letter in my hands and continued reading. "I met people who lived with the princess in the temples when she was still doing charity work, and they told me about unusual situations, to say the least. The princess was constantly humiliated by everyone and forced into menial labor. I also met a doctor who runs a hospital in the favelas, he has great skills and told me about his very capable apprentice called Camellia." I recalled the day the princess proposed marriage to me, she was coming from the favelas at the time. "The doctor told me that the poor young woman was constantly mistreated by her relatives, as she always turned up with a new injury every time she went to the hospital

Fives years later… "It's a happy fourth of July to everyone including some of the inmates across the state as president Obama has just pardoned two thousand inmates. One of those pardoned is the famous comare also known as Christina walker who was serving her life sentence in Julia tutwiler prison for women, she was charged with human trafficking for over two thousand plus men who are still missing up to this day, and now she is walking out of the prison to continue living her blissful life. This is Christal wood reporting for CNN news have a safe weekend." a cheerful woman dressed in a white fur coat spoke up with her teeth clattering to the freezing temperatures.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

The chains around my wrists clink against the floor as my back scrapes against the ragged stone. No one was coming to save me, no one knew where I was. Four months ago I was a princess… no, I am a princess, that will never change. Although I don’t feel like one. Chained to the rough rock. The dirt and grime clinging to my skin. I think back to when my life was normal; my father eating breakfast like he does every morning before heading to do his duties.

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

Princess Diana said as she passed the clothes to the girl locked up in the prison. Princess Diana sat down on the chair opposite her cell watching how she was doing things. The girl went back to pick up the soap. He dipped it into the bowl of water. After a few minutes, she kicked the bowl filled with water. The water poured on the floor. It drained it out of the cell through the drainage pipe present at the lower part of the cell. The ground was made sloppy for easy collection of water from the cells and the entire prison which is then branches into the one that deals with the outside. "It is kind of sad, you know? She still talks about her all the time. I guessed she loved her lot."