Bedmates Soulmates

He Sent His Wife To Prison

Giana was curled up on the concrete floor, her face white as a ghost.

The holding cell contained a wooden plank for a bed and a stainless steel toilet, nothing else.

Kira squatted beside her friend, whose pain-filled groans had subsided into whimpers.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. 'Giana, what can I do?

She wanted to lift Giana's t-shirt to check on her injuries, but she was afraid her touch might aggravate the pain.

The two of them were no match for Kayleigh's bodyguard.

Last night, both she and Giana got a good drubbing, with Giana taking the brunt of the attack.noveldrama

Frank was intent on punishing her for striking his employer.

Kayleigh called the police, claiming herself as the victim.

She pointed the finger at Kira and Giana, and accused them of ambushing her.

When an A-list celebrity was involved, the police snapped into action.

They took the two girls away in handcuffs and, at Kayleigh's request, detained them in lockup. Both 'assailants' were body-searched, their belongings confiscated, including their phones. Kira and Giana spent a night huddling together in the cell, cold, thirsty and hungry. "Don't worry. They have to let us out eventually, Giana said weakly, clutching at her stomach. She comforted Kira and even helped her pop her dislocated shoulder back in place.

Sometime in the morning, her body started burning up,

She rolled around on the cot, falling onto the floor with a thud.

Kira was thrown into a panic.

She kicked herself for dragging her best friend into this

If not for her, Giana would be waking up in bed right now, after sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning.

Kayleigh had kicked Giana with her stiletto heels.

Kira saw it with her own eyes.

Giana had said she was fine..

But obviously, she wasn't.

She was sweating profusely, her hair wet.

Her face had lost all traces of colour.

She was getting delirious.

Kira gritted her teeth.

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

Tears were useless.

He Sent this Wife To Prison

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She'd learned that the hard way when her father was sent to the hospital after the accident.

Crying solved nothing.

She shot to her feet, gripped the iron bars of the cell and started yelling at the top of her lungs." Somebody! Help! We need help here! Anyone! She banged on the iron bars.

After some time, a uniformed officer lumbered towards the cell.

He beat his baton on the bars and scolded impatiently. 'Shut up! Behave yourself. You're in enough deep shit as it is. Don't make it worse."

Kira stretched out an arm through the bars and grabbed his arm. 'My friend is sick. Please send her to the hospi-"

"Get lost!" the officer snarled and swung his baton.

The black polycarbonate stick struck Kira's funny bone

She flinched in pain but refused to let go.

The officer yanked his arm free and shoved Kira backward.

'Please, send my friend to the hospital," she begged. We're not charged with anything. She's at most a suspect, not a convict. You can't leave her to die!"

'She'd not dead, is she? the officer snapped back. "I warn you, for the last time, shut up, or I'll put you two in separate cells!"

Kira was breathing fire.

She slammed her fists into the bars. "You bastard!"

'What did you just say?' the officer took a menacing step forward. 'You have a death wish, bitch. I don't think you got the picture yet. Do you know who's coming after you this time? Have you ever heard of the McCarthy family?" Kira froze.

He seemed pleased with her reaction. 'Even our chief walks on eggshells around the M Group's president. You assaulted Mr McCarthy's woman. Who do you think ordered your arrest? The president personally delivered word to the station." He delivered his parting shot with a sadistic smile. 'I suggest you get comfortable. This is going to be your home for a while."

Kira's body went limp.

Her legs gave out.

The officer's words were the last straw.

She couldn't breathe.

Her chest hurt.

It was him!

What a joke

For the last twelve sleepless, nerve-wracking hours, she prayed fervently for the man's appearance.