His Promise, Her Prison

His Promise, Her Prison

Gavin

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The day I was released from prison, my fiancé, Don Ford, was waiting for me, promising our life would finally begin. Seven years ago, he and my parents begged me to take the fall for a crime my adopted sister, Kelsey, committed. She got behind the wheel drunk, hit someone, and fled the scene. They said Kelsey was too fragile for prison. They called my seven-year sentence a small sacrifice. But as soon as we arrived at the family mansion, Don's phone rang. Kelsey was having another one of her "episodes," and he left me standing alone in the grand foyer to rush to her side. The butler then informed me I was to stay in the dusty storage room on the third floor. My parents' orders. They didn't want me upsetting Kelsey when she returned. It was always Kelsey. She was the reason they took my college scholarship fund, and she was the reason I lost seven years of my life. I was their biological daughter, but I was just a tool to be used and discarded. That night, alone in that cramped room, a cheap phone a prison guard gave me buzzed with an email. It was a job offer for a classified position I had applied for eight years ago. It came with a new identity and an immediate relocation package. A way out. I typed my reply with shaking fingers. "I accept."

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: Annamarie Salinas and Don Ford

Chapter 1

The day I was released from prison, my fiancé, Don Ford, was waiting for me, promising our life would finally begin.

Seven years ago, he and my parents begged me to take the fall for a crime my adopted sister, Kelsey, committed. She got behind the wheel drunk, hit someone, and fled the scene.

They said Kelsey was too fragile for prison. They called my seven-year sentence a small sacrifice.

But as soon as we arrived at the family mansion, Don's phone rang. Kelsey was having another one of her "episodes," and he left me standing alone in the grand foyer to rush to her side.

The butler then informed me I was to stay in the dusty storage room on the third floor. My parents' orders. They didn't want me upsetting Kelsey when she returned.

It was always Kelsey. She was the reason they took my college scholarship fund, and she was the reason I lost seven years of my life. I was their biological daughter, but I was just a tool to be used and discarded.

That night, alone in that cramped room, a cheap phone a prison guard gave me buzzed with an email. It was a job offer for a classified position I had applied for eight years ago. It came with a new identity and an immediate relocation package. A way out.

I typed my reply with shaking fingers.

"I accept."

Chapter 1

I remember the day I went to prison. It wasn't because of a judge or a jury. It was my own family.

Seven years ago, my adopted sister Kelsey Stephenson got behind the wheel, drunk. She hit someone and fled the scene. The person survived, but the crime was serious.

My parents, the Salinas family, sat me down. My biological sister, Joline, was there too.

"Kelsey isn't well," my mother said, her voice cold. "She can't go to jail. It would break her."

"Can you go for her?" my father asked, not looking at me. "It's just a few years."

I refused. I couldn't believe what they were asking. But one night, they bundled me into a car. It wasn't their car. It was a police car.

My fiancé, Don Ford, was there. He was a big deal in New York, a financial magnate who could make things happen. He arranged everything. He held my face in his hands, his own eyes filled with a pain I didn't understand.

"Annamarie, when you get out, I'll marry you," he promised. "Just bear with it for these seven years. It's the only way to protect you from a worse fate."

I didn't understand what worse fate he meant. I only understood the betrayal.

Now, seven years have passed. The heavy iron gate slid open, and I walked out into a world that felt too bright, too loud.

A sleek black car was waiting. Don Ford stepped out. He looked the same, impossibly handsome in his tailored suit, not a single hair out of place.

He opened his arms to hug me. I stepped back.

He looked hurt, his arms falling to his sides. "Annamarie."

I looked down at myself. My clothes were cheap, provided by the prison. My hair was dull, my skin pale. I was thin, all sharp angles and shadows. Seven years of prison food and hard labor had carved me into someone I didn't recognize. He, on the other hand, looked like he'd just stepped out of a magazine. The contrast was a physical blow.

"I'm here," he said, his voice soft. "I told you I would be. We'll get married. We'll start our life."

The promise felt hollow, an echo from a lifetime ago. I looked at him, really looked at him, and felt nothing. The love I once had, the desperate hope that kept me alive for the first few years inside, had turned to dust.

"Where are they?" I asked. My voice was rough from disuse.

Don's expression tightened. "Your parents... and Joline... they couldn't make it. Kelsey had another one of her episodes this morning. They had to rush her to the hospital."

Of course. Kelsey. It was always Kelsey. The fragile, sickly girl my parents had adopted years ago. She was their everything. I was their biological daughter, but I was just an afterthought, a tool to be used and discarded.

I remembered finding my birth parents, the Salinas family, full of hope. I was an orphan, and I thought I had found my home. But they already had their perfect daughter in Kelsey. I was just the inconvenient truth.

Don drove me back to the Salinas mansion. It wasn't my home. It was just the house where I used to live. The butler, a man who had known me since I was a teenager, looked at me with disdain.

"Mr. and Mrs. Salinas have instructed that you are to use the back room on the third floor," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "They don't want you disturbing Ms. Kelsey when she returns."

The back room was a glorified storage closet, dusty and forgotten. It was where they had always put me, out of sight and out of mind.

Don looked uncomfortable. "I'll talk to them, Annamarie. This isn't right."

But then his phone rang. "It's your mother," he said, his face creasing with worry. "I have to go to the hospital. Kelsey is asking for me."

He chose her. Again. Of course he did. He always chose her.

I nodded, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness. "Go."

He left. I stood alone in the grand foyer, a ghost in my own family's house. I walked up the back stairs to the small, cramped room that was meant for me.

The door was ajar. I could hear my parents talking in the main living area downstairs.

"Is she settled?" my mother's voice, sharp and annoyed.

"Yes, ma'am. She's in the storage room," the butler replied.

"Good. Keep her there. We can't have her upsetting Kelsey. Don is on his way to the hospital. He knows what's important."

My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a cold, sharp pain.

I closed the door to my little room and sat on the lumpy mattress. My phone, a cheap burner phone given to me by a kind prison guard, buzzed. It was an email.

The subject line read: "Classified Position - National Research Institute."

It was an offer. A job in a classified art restoration department, a position I had applied for eight years ago, before my life was stolen from me. It came with a new identity and a relocation package.

A way out.

I typed my reply with shaking fingers.

"I accept."

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