My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: 217/Flashback (3)

Chapter 217: Flashback – The Serpent in Violet’s Skin

Author’s POV (23 Years Ago)

Meredith stood before the massive prison gates, her fingers interlaced tightly in a grip of pure nerves as she waited for the visiting hours to begin. When the guard finally signaled her through, she walked through the cold, echoing corridors, the suffocating smell of bleach and despair filling her lungs. She took her seat behind the glass, waiting for Stewart.

Stewart emerged in a faded blue prison uniform, looking pale and utterly spent. He sat across from her, separated by the thick glass that robbed them of touch. Meredith lifted the receiver with a trembling hand. "Hello, my love..." she said, her voice strained as she fought to keep it steady. "How are you?"

"I’m okay," he replied, his voice cracked and hollow. "How are you?"

"I missed you," she whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"I missed you too," he said, his eyes filled with a weary sadness.

She took a deep breath, leaning toward him. "You’re getting out of here soon."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"Someone is going to help you," she whispered with a sudden, sharp confidence.

He shook his head, his gaze falling to the floor. "I don’t think anyone can help me, Meredith."

"Don’t worry," she pressed the receiver closer to her ear. "I’m certain you’ll be out soon."

Stewart sighed, a look of defeat crossing his face. "The wedding... it’ll have to be postponed."

"Don’t worry about that. Just get out, and we’ll get married whenever you want," she promised.

He looked at her with a profound sincerity. "I love you."

Meredith felt a sharp pang in her heart. "I love you too."

Stewart raised a trembling hand to the glass, as if trying to cup her cheek.

Meredith mirrored the gesture, placing her hand exactly over his. She felt the chill of the barrier between them, giving him one last sorrowful look before walking away.

As soon as she stepped outside the prison walls, the weight of the world crashed down on her. She had to get him out before her lie collapsed. Suddenly, her phone vibrated a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" she answered cautiously.

"It’s Morgan," the deep, familiar voice rumbled.

Her expression shifted instantly, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, Morgan... how are you?"

"I’m fine," he replied with his usual coolness. "I have news. The lawyer is seeing Stewart today."

She gasped, a smile breaking across her face. "Really?"

"Yes," Morgan said, his tone dropping to a lower, more meaningful register. "Do you want to meet and talk?"

"Yes, of course," she replied without a second thought.

"Should I come and pick you up?"

Meredith glanced around at the prison surroundings. "I’m out right now. Just tell me where you are and I’ll come to you."

"I’m at home. Shall we go..."

"Send me the address," she interrupted with an excitement she couldn’t suppress. "I’m coming!"

There was a second of silence. Morgan sounded genuinely surprised. "You’re coming to my house?"

Realizing she had been too eager, she softened her tone. "If it’s not a good time, we can meet elsewhere."

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