Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 3

Number 3056 was Arya's name from the day she went into prison.

She was sentenced to six years, 2190 days and nights. When she came out, she would be 25 years old, thanks to her dear family.

In the last instance, Richard said to her, "When you come out, you are still my daughter."

Arya sneered and did not say anything.

She didn't care. She has long not treated him as her father. To her, he was just a loser and a cheater.

Wearing a blue prison uniform, she curled up in the corner, trembling out of fear. Everything in prison terrified her, with loneliness surrounding her.

On the third day, Estella came to visit her. The so-called visit was actually another trick.

She gave Arya's roommates some money, not because she wanted Arya to suffer less, but suffer more. The best result would be that Arya died in prison. Most of the stepmothers were good, but Arya's should be the worst.

"Arya, don't blame me for being ruthless. I know you. You would definitely retaliate against us once you get out. So, I won't give you the chance. It's also a relief for you to die early and go to accompany your mother."

"Don't worry. I won't die. I'll definitely go out, alive. But, you have to be careful. What if you're dead before I get out of prison?"

Arya knew that Estella was hostile to her, but she didn't expect her to be so vicious.

Arya was destined to have a hard time. The other prisoners in the same room made everything difficult for her.

Once, when she took a bath, her clothes were taken away, and they asked her to stand there naked. She tried to reason with them but was beaten.

Her body was often covered in bruises.

Her meal was always knocked over on purpose.

"If you want to eat, grab the food from the ground. You don't deserve to use a bowl."

If Arya didn't follow their orders, they would press her head and force her to eat the dirty food on the floor.

If she resisted, they would attack her together. Arya always felt that it was better to die than to suffer all this.

But she could not die, at least not before taking revenge on those who hurt her. With her eyes closed, she endured their kicks.

Just as Arya felt that she might die, the guards came, stopped them, and sent her to the infirmary.

After the examination, the doctor looked at her with complicated eyes. "You're pregnant."

"What?" Arya couldn't believe it.

The doctor sighed. "Take good care of yourself."