The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1067

The masked man had warned her that Callahan had eyes on the Sherwood estate. She needed to be patient and wait a few more days. Once he sent the signal, he would sweep her away.

But staying locked indoors for days was pure torture for Tamara. Almost a full week had dragged by without a single update. She was starting to panic, wondering if he had abandoned her to save his own skin.

Yes, he was supposedly her biological father, but they were practically strangers. A couple of phone calls and two brief meetings did not build unshakeable trust.

Tamara wasn't stupid enough to follow him blindly. She paced her room, practically climbing the walls.

She remembered how she'd tried to slip out to buy some jewelry as an "insurance policy," only for the masked man to text her and shut it down instantly.

She had no idea how he kept getting her numbers. Every few days, a text would pop up from a new, untraceable burner phone.

His instructions were always the same: *Callahan's people are watching. Hold your ground. Wait for my mark.*

Tamara was losing her mind. It had been days! How much longer was she supposed to wait? She couldn't stomach another second of this suffocating suspense.

But whenever she thought of the extravagant promises he made, she forced herself to swallow her rage. She rubbed her swollen belly.

*Forget it. Just hold on a little longer... Dad said once we pull this off, I'll have more money than I know what to do with...*

Just as her sanity was about to snap, the breakthrough arrived.

One afternoon, her phone screen lit up. A brief text from an unsaved number:

*"One hour. Sterling's Department Store. Stick to the plan."*

That single line of text was a shot of adrenaline. The suffocating gloom of the past week vanished in an instant. She leapt off the sofa, a rush of pure, nervous excitement washing over her.

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