Fresh Out of Prison, I Captured the CEO’s Heart

Early morning. A thin layer of mist covered the land as a pale glow crept over the eastern horizon. Outside the prison gates, the guards stood in two perfectly straight lines. Their posture was rigid, their expressions filled with respect. With a sharp *creak*, the rusted iron gates slowly opened. A slender young woman walked out. She wore a faded T-shirt and old jeans, yet her delicate face was breathtakingly beautiful—fair skin, clear features, eyes calm and cold. She lifted her head and looked up at the sky, emotion flickering in her gaze. Five years. She was finally free. Cecilia casually patted the prison warden on the shoulder. “I'm leaving. Take care. ” Then she turned and walked away without looking back. Behind her, every guard watched in silence—before raising their hands in a solemn salute. Outside the gates, a black BMW was parked nearby. Cecilia’s eyes swept over it. Inside the car, the butler Doris sat with an impatient scowl. When she noticed Cecilia, she reluctantly got out. “Miss Cecilia, could you hurry up? I’ve been waiting for almost thirty minutes,” Doris complained coldly. Cecilia let out a quiet laugh, said nothing, and opened the passenger door. The car started soon after. Her gaze turned icy as she watched the prison gates disappear in the rearview. On her eighteenth birthday, someone had told her that her biological parents had finally found her. She had returned to the so-called *Jones family* full of anticipation—only to see her parents fussing over Lilian, dressed in a pristine princess gown. To them, Cecilia was nothing but a disgrace—a country girl raised on an estate, unfit for high society. And so, in order to earn even a shred of recognition, she had tried again and again… never knowing that fate had already begun writing a far darker script.