The Mistress And Her Family

“Heather Smith, you have a visitor,” The warder said and Heather raised her head from the corner of the prison room when she sat, away from the rest of the inmates. She was waiting for Oliver to come and rescue her, there is no way she is going to mingle with those lowlife that were locked in the same space as her. After all, she is Heather Smith, the beloved fiance of Oliver Gray, she is on her merry way to becoming a member of the Gray family, these are just some obstacles she had to overcome. She stood up in glee, it must be probably Oliver who came here to see her, he is going to tell her that he would get her out of this hellhole but she already understands. A big grin on her face as she followed the officer down the hallway, the fact that she isn't meeting them in that small cubicle the low class meet themselves only confirms that it is Oliver. She was pushed into a room and the door was locked behind. A policeman stood outside the door with keys and guns in his hand. They should