Rising From Exile: The Widow's Comeback

Chapter 6

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ut with a metallic clang that rattled Annetta's te

s thick and suffocating. It smelled of stale sweat,

nty. There were at least f

with a teardrop tattoo under her eye intentionally dro

ds flying up to grab her broken pea

p. She locked eyes with the tattooed woman. Annetta didn't say a word, but the raw, ho

te in the corner. She took off the woolen scarf she had pic

echoed from the sha

d to slum it wit

ant and a distant cousin of the Crane family. She wore a designer trench coat that w

ace. "How the mighty have fallen. The great Senat

lifted her chin, falling back on

Cristina snapped. "Remembe

! Your golden boy Alek ruined us! He stole millions and got himself blown up

ly on the shawl, suddenly jumped

ara yelled, her voice echoing

e took a step forward and raised her h

ed faster t

nd the precise cluster of nerves running along the radial artery. She pressed her nail inward with surgical, paralyzing precision. A violent, electric shock of pain shot up Ha

n, her face inches

ley could hear. "I know thirty-seven different ways to induce a fatal cardiac arrest using nothing but the clea

d nodded frantically. Annetta released her wrist in

The inmates watched Annetta with wary, calcu

back and sat

riarch was cracking. She leaned her head against the

whispered, her voice broken. "Di

s freezing hands. She squeezed them tight

burning with absolute conviction. "This i

ing down her cheek. "We are going to d

kin of her ring finger. "We are going to survive the exile. And when we do, we a

lding fire in her daughter-in-law's face. Slowly, Cristin

t the front of the ce

l. Among them was a young girl with pink hair, wearing

started sobbing. "Mom! It smells like pi

ispering frantically a

ed on Annetta sitting in the corner. Kenzie's face harde

ger at a metal bench occupied by a sleeping inmate.

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Rising From Exile: The Widow's Comeback

Victoria Romance

“The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery. They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth. Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow. Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world. "We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground." But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open.”