Champagne for My Execution

Summary

After I took the fall for the fake heiress and was sent to prison.

The guards forced me to kneel on shattered glass to repent, made me drink from the toilet, and seared my back with cigarette butts until it was a tapestry of scars.

I endured a thousand days and nights of this hell, finally making it to my execution day.

The cold, dark barrel of a gun pressed against the back of my head. Through a one-way mirror, I could see my family in the observation room, popping champagne to celebrate.

My third brother, Kian, pointed at the monitor and roared with laughter.