Chapter 2 All In Accordance With Mr. Stewart’s Wishes

There was a hint of surprise in Sean's eyes… Was she trying so hard to maintain her dignity even at a time like this? Then again, she was Jane Dunn, after all. This woman had always been pompous and prideful, such that even his rejection of her confession barely left a dent on her. Sean abruptly grabbed her delicate chin. "Mgh… Ow!" The hand on her chin was like a pair of metal pliers, the force on her chin threatening to shatter it. It hurt so badly that tears welled in Jane's eyes. However, he did not hold back at all, only applying more force into his grip on her chin. "Who would have thought that such a pretty face was hiding such an evil heart?" "I really didn't do anything to Rosaline!" Jane bit her lip, her face pale from the pain. "You can't send me to jail without evidence like this." "You're wrong. I can." Sean laughed coldly as he enunciated every word with cruel relish. "So, Miss Dunn, please enjoy your happy life in prison from now on." Sean let go of her chin and turned around, waving as he left— easy and carefree. He was taking his revenge on her. All the blood had drained from Jane's face, and she could not say a word. The women's prison was not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface. On her first night there, she was dragged out of her sleep. "What… What are you guys doing?" Jane looked at her jail mates standing around her menacingly. "Don't try anything funny, or else I'll call the warden." The female convicts around her did not seem intimidated by her threat at all. Instead, they exchanged a glance and burst out laughing. The leader among them pointed a finger at Jane's face and said, "What did you say? You're gonna call the warden? Hahaha… Did I hear that right? You wanna call the warden?" As she said that, she swung a fist at Jane's face, quickly and mercilessly. "Go on! Call the warden, like you said you would!" The slap made Jane sway on her feet, her ears ringing. She put one hand on the wall and had just only regained her balance when she suddenly launched an attack instead, catching everyone off-guard. Smack! An eerie silence followed that single slap. No one expected this delicate slip of a girl to have the nerve to fight back. The stocky woman went nuts over Jane's little slap. Her eyes were bloodshot as she howled, "Oh, you little b*tch! Get ‘em, girls! It doesn’t matter if you break a limb or two. After all, Mr. Stewart said we don’t have to hold back. Let’s give this stupid b*tch a good warm welcome. All we gotta do is not kill her!” Jane was shocked. A sharp and intense pain spread from her heart to the rest of her body! … Sean! Sean Stewart!! Mr. Stewart told them… Sean Stewart!!! All of Jane’s limbs were shaking, while her heart had frozen into ice! No wonder no guards came despite all the commotion here. No wonder these big beefy female convicts surrounding her were so bold about beating her up! She raised her head to look up at the convicts, then she stood and ran toward the jail entrance. Gripping the metal bars tightly, she screamed for help, “Somebody! Somebody, please! They’re attacking me! Save me! Somebody!” She knew that no guards would come to her aid, but this meaningless plea for help was all she could do! She was making a wager, betting that Sean had not really told these women to ‘take good care of her’. Although the chances were slim to nothing… she still held on to that fantasy—the dream that Sean had not given up on her completely, that he was still willing to leave her some hope. “Ah…!” Someone yanked her hair painfully, and she stumbled from the force, falling face-first to the ground. Jane had never been so humiliated before! The next second, Jane was pulled up by her hair, taking a volley of punches and kicks. She crumbled to the ground, groaning, “Ugh~” Jane did not get the “hope” from Sean she was waiting for. She stopped screaming, letting these people kick and punch her as they liked, accompanied by their gleeful laughter. She pleaded for help not because she was afraid of the pain and the beating, but because she trusted in that tiniest bit of hope and fantasy she had left. After the women grew tired of beating her up, they crawled into their own beds and went to sleep. Jane was curled up on the floor in agony, her tears flowing out of the corner of her eyes and smearing dirt all over her face. She had never been bullied by so many people before. She had never been so humiliated before. All she did was fall for a man she should not have, Sean Stewart! Why was it that she had to take the brunt of his fury and hatred just because something happened to Rosaline? After what happened to Rosaline, Jane tried to explain to everyone. “I didn’t do anything to Rosaline.” No matter how hard she tried to explain, though, no one was willing to believe her. She explained with everything she had. She had not been the one who invited Rosaline to Nightlight; it was Rosaline who wanted to go because she was curious to know what a ‘bar’ was like. In everyone else’s eyes, Jane, the heiress of the Dunns, was wild and crazy, while Rosaline Summers was pure, innocent and timid. No one believed that Rosaline would suggest going to a place as chaotic and impure as a bar herself. Jane said that her car broke down on the way there, which was why she was late to arrive at Nightlight. No one believed her. All of them said she was making excuses, that she had purposely left Rosaline alone at Nightlight so it would be easier for those thugs she hired to rape Rosaline and ruin her good name. However, Jane never had a reason to do any of that. Rosaline always said to her, “Jane, I don’t think about Sean that way, honest.” If Rosaline was Sean’s girlfriend, Jane would give him a wide berth. Yet Rosaline did not even like Sean, did she? Everyone thought of Jane as the evil antagonist, the villainess who had committed all sorts of unspeakable acts. Those thugs probably knew that things were bad, so they vanished without a trace. Who knew where they could have gone? The country was huge, and it was not as though there have not been stories of murderers who hid in the woods deep within the mountains for a decade or two. Jane wanted those thugs captured more than anyone else. She let the tears flow. After the incident with Rosaline until the moment she ended up in jail, Jane had steadfastly believed in one thing: she was innocent, she did not commit any crime. Now, however, she understood. As long as Sean believed she was guilty, then she was guilty as sin and deserving of death. Everything that had happened today— It was all in accordance with Mr. Stewart’s wishes. What Jane did not know was that her life in prison would continue to be filled with “Mr. Stewart’s wishes”. She did not have the Dunns’ support, a file, or any educational background, plus she was a convict… Sean Stewart had effectively wiped all proof of Jane’s existence off the records! Now, Jane Dunn was nothing more than Convict No. 926! Jane thought it through, hugging her knees to her chest and making herself even smaller. ...Sean had completely removed all traces of her existence! The next morning “Hey, wake up. Go wash the toilet…” One of the female convicts gave Jane a shove, but then she received such a scare that she screamed, “Gah! She’s dead!” One of the bolder convicts rushed up to her and placed a finger under Jane’s nostrils, waiting for a while before she finally felt a faint breath. “Shut up! She’s still alive! Go get the guards!” Jane was strong enough to live, so she survived that encounter. That was not necessarily a good thing, though. The endless humiliation and infinite torture were enough to drive anyone crazy, enough to… change someone completely.