The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1069

At that exact moment, deep inside the speeding black van, Tamara watched the city streets blur past the tinted windows. A fleeting rush of triumph washed over her—she had finally escaped her cage. But as the adrenaline faded, a chilling sense of dread and an overwhelming fear of the unknown crept in to take its place.

She had absolutely no idea that she was merely a pawn on a much larger board, completely oblivious to the terrifying depths of the conspiracy she had just been dragged into.

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The afternoon sun spilled warmly through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gloria curled comfortably into her plush sofa, a lighthearted reality show playing on the TV. She wasn't really watching it; a small, relaxed smile played on her lips as she drifted in thought.

Life was nothing like the disaster Fitch had predicted. Moving out of the Sherwood estate might have meant sacrificing some of their absurd wealth, but to Gloria, the freedom was intoxicating. She felt like she could finally breathe again.

This was the house her parents had bought for her before she got married. Being back here made her feel young again. Living quietly with Milford and Yvonne brought a simple, undeniable warmth to her days.

Thanks to Leilani, Yvonne was healthy again. She had thrown herself back into coding, her eyes bright and alive. She practically radiated a newfound energy, completely absorbed in her digital world.

Milford had resigned from the Sherwood Group and finally found peace, spending his days tending to the garden. He was relaxed and completely at ease.

Without the constant screaming matches and toxicity, the three of them were thriving. Laughter echoed through the halls constantly.

It was a million times better than living in that wretched mansion, dealing with a husband who couldn't tell right from wrong and his endless parade of drama.

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