The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn)

"Jennifer, listen to me. My plan was flawless. It's all that idiots fault. Please save me. | swear, once | get out, I'll do anything for you. I'll be at your beck and call." In Seventh Prison, Luke was holding a phone in his prison uniform. He was desperately pleading with the elegantly dressed woman in front of him. Over the past few months, he had become unable to bear his life in prison. He once looked quite good.

But now, he looked haggard. His chin was covered in stubble. He was no longer able to attract women with his current disarrayed appearance.

Jennifer was wearing sunglasses. And she had bodyguards behind her. She crossed her arms and spoke arrogantly, "I'm here to warn you. My father told me to warn you not to say things you shouldn't on the day of the court verdict. Otherwise, your penniless relatives will suffer the same consequences as you." "You..." Luke was so shocked by her sudden change in attitude that he could not speak.

"In the beginning, my father saw potential in you. Now that you have no value, he won't waste any effort on you. Besides, you've offended the wrong person." Jennifer did not bother wasting any more time with him. She rolled her eyes.

"No... You can't do this. Jennifer... You're pregnant with my child. You can't just abandon me. You can't let this child grow up without a father." "Child? Haha..." Jennifer stopped walking and turned to look at him, "With the current situation, do you really think I'd keep him? Luke, you're really overestimating yourself." Luke grabbed his hair in despair. He violently slammed the phone against the glass door. He screamed hopelessly as he watched Jennifer leave.

He thought, 'Oh no, it's over. Everything is over." As prison guards were taking away Luke, there was a person in a black prison uniform. People from the Seventh Prison immediately recognized that the person was from Ventropolis Prison.

Ventropolis Prison was where the most notorious death row inmates were held. Once someone was sent there, no one ever came out alive, even if their executions were commuted.

Luke, who was taken back to his cell, was inexplicably taken into a car to leave the prison.

He asked, "Where are you all taking me?" The night outside was pitch black. A black car was moving on the road. There were no other vehicles. The vehicle Luke was in was extremely dark. He was terrified. All his screams were in vain. When he touched the vehicle's body, he was electrocuted and lost consciousness.

He was heading to Ventropolis Prison, where he would face endless torment.

Mya was weeping as she was carried out of the bathroom by Fred. His body was covered in her tears and snot. She said, "You're a bad guy. You hurt me.

"I want to strangle you." Mya violently pinched Fred's face before rubbing it hard.

He said, "It seems like you still have some strength left. So, let's continue." "No, | don't want it. | won't touch you again. Fred, don't do it to me again. You should find someone else to have a baby with." Mya was crying nonstop. It seemed like she was exhausted. She continued, "I'm already pregnant with a baby. | can't be pregnant again." No woman had ever so boldly touched Fred. He asked, "Who's your favorite person right now? Tell me!" "It's you. Don't ask me again." Mya was really worn out from his torment. She merely told him that she did not like him. She did not expect him to be so fierce and teased her continuously. Her belly was hurting because of his actions.

She said in her mind, "You can only be my second favorite person. | already have my favorite person... Well, he can't hear me anyway.’ After Mya was placed on the bed, Fred picked up the pocket watch that had fallen onto the bed. Mya reached out to try to snatch it, "That's an important gift my father gave me. Don't take it away from me. Give it back to me." Mya's intense reaction caused her to fall off the bed. Fred was unfazed as he opened the pocket watch. A hint of coldness flashed past his eyes when he looked at the picture inside. He removed the photo from it and said, "So ugly. You're not allowed to carry his photos with you from now on." In the picture, a youth was smiling brightly. He was high-spirited with short hair blown by the wind. He had a wicked smile.

In the next second, the picture was torn in half before being torn repeatedly until it became fragments.

Mya anxiously stood up to try to take back the pieces as she said, "Don't touch my things...

"My photo..." Mya hurriedly picked up the fragments on the ground. She then tried to piece them back together. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell to the ground, "Fred, you tore up my photo. | don't like you anymore!" Mya stood up with the torn photo in her hand. She furiously shouted at him, "You're the person | hate the most! "Fred Turner, | hate you! "I don't want to live with you anymore. | want to go home. And | don't want to play with you anymore." Mya ran out in sadness with the pocket watch in her hand. Fred's eyes were filled with fierceness and chilliness. He watched her back as she disappeared from his sight. However, he did not chase after her. He thought, ‘No one can walk out of Ventropolis Prison alive.

‘This area is surrounded by walls, so there's no way Mya can escape from this villa. With her abilities, she won't be able to withstand the cold wind when she walks out. She'll come back in no time."