The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1

“Leilani Sloan, you’ve served your time. You’re free to go.”

The iron gates of Alloy City Penitentiary slid open slowly, the metal grinding against metal with a harsh, ear-piercing screech.

Leilani took a deep breath and stepped out through the prison gates. Her only company was a plastic bag containing a few items of old clothing. After four years of incarceration, she was still wearing the same outfit she had arrived in—clothes that now hung loosely on her frame. This was everything she owned. She didn’t even have enough money for a cab back to the city.

The July sun was scorching. Leilani walked slowly along the highway, sweat quickly soaking her back. Her pace was slow, not just from exhaustion, but because she was wondering where she could go.

The Sloan family? The “prestigious family” that had made her take the fall for the adopted daughter, sent her to prison, and wouldn’t even pay for a lawyer?

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn honked behind her. Leilani instinctively stepped to the side, but to her surprise, a black Maybach pulled up right next to her.

The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face in the back seat—Josiah Sloan, her eldest brother.

“Leilani?” Josiah’s voice held obvious surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Leilani suppressed the disgust rising in her chest, ignored Josiah, and continued walking. She had only taken a few steps when she was blocked.

“Leilani, it’s been four years. Have you forgotten how to speak?”

“If I weren’t here, where would I be? Did you hope I’d stay inside for a few more years?” Leilani sneered.

Josiah frowned. “I mean, why didn’t you notify the family to come pick you up?”

“Notify the Sloan family?” Leilani looked him straight in the eye until he guiltily looked away. “The same Sloan family that sent their own daughter to prison?”

Josiah was clearly stung by the remark. He averted his gaze, his tone stiffening. “Forget it. Get in. I’ll take you back. Now that you’re out, keep your nose clean and stay out of trouble.”

The phrase “keep your nose clean” instantly ignited the anger in Leilani’s heart. She spoke coldly, “Josiah, before telling me to ‘keep my nose clean,’ maybe you should think about who the real villain was in the first place.”

Josiah’s expression turned ugly. “Leilani, that incident is in the past. Why bring it up again?”

“In the past? Maybe for you it’s in the past. But for me, four years of prison is a humiliation I can never wipe away.”

Silence fell inside the car. Josiah was clearly feeling guilty, his fingers drumming unconsciously on the steering wheel. He finally spoke, his tone softening. “Tamara... she’s blamed herself all these years. She cries at home often, saying if it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t have...”

Leilani cut him off, her voice icy. “Josiah, we both know exactly who pushed Yvonne down those stairs. The culprit was never me. It was your precious sister, Tamara Sloan!”

Four years ago, Leilani had explained this over and over, but everyone stood behind Tamara. No one listened to her defense.

When Leilani returned to the stairwell, Yvonne had already fallen down the stairs and was lying in a pool of blood.

Everything that followed was a nightmare. The police found Yvonne’s blood on Leilani’s sleeve. Guests claimed they saw her arguing with Yvonne, and some even said they “saw with their own eyes” that she pushed her. She explained, but no one believed her. The Sloan family thought she was framing Tamara, and her father even slapped her in front of everyone.

In the end, she was sentenced to four years for aggravated assault.

“We’re here. Put away your bad attitude. It’s Tamara’s birthday; don’t make her unhappy.”

Josiah’s voice pulled Leilani back from her memories.

Hearing his warning, the rage in Leilani’s heart threatened to burst out of her chest.

The Sloans, especially Tamara... she would make sure they paid a heavy price for what she had endured these past four years.

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Inside, Tamara was chatting with friends when she heard a noise. Thinking Josiah had returned, she turned around with a smile.