The Second Heir

Chapter 70

In the dimly lit confines of her prison cell, Georgia's gloomy day began.

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the small window, casting faint streaks of light on the cold concrete floor. The shrill sound of the prison alarm echoed through the corridors, signaling the start of another monotonous day.

Georgia groaned as she rolled over on her narrow bed, trying to drown out the harsh reality that awaited her. She had grown accustomed to the routine, but it offered little solace in the face of her current predicament.

As the morning bell rang, the inmates were called to gather in the mess hall for breakfast.

Georgia joined the line of prisoners, her eyes downcast, avoiding any unnecessary interactions. The atmosphere in the mess hall was tense, with cliques forming among the inmates. Georgia noticed a group of women sitting together, casting disdainful glances her way.

They were the same ones who had made her life a living hell since she arrived.

She couldn’t help but overhea