Invincible Prison Healer

Author: Benniton

Chapter 1: Took the Fall, Locked Up; Home in Upheaval!

Words : 2683 Updated : Oct 23rd, 2025

"This is way too thick. I'm kind of scared..." "Thick? It's always this one." At Blackthorn Women's Prison, Warden Diego Santee lounged in his office chair, a silver needle between his fingers, a rueful look on his face. Across from him stood a woman. The thin prison uniform did nothing to hide her perfect figure. Her eyes were sultry, lips slightly parted. "Warden, please be gentle. I'm afraid of pain..." Diego tapped the desk, jaw tightening in impatience. "Enough with the chatter. Are we treating your SkyFiend Poison or not?" "We are! Don't be mad, Warden..." She forced a smile, giggling awkwardly. "On the bed." Diego pointed at the narrow office cot, his tone icy. At his command, the woman lay down obediently, tense but faintly expectant. People said the Warden's needle might be thick, but it worked wonders. She wondered what it felt like. Diego unrolled his kit, his expression never losing its grave focus. Her name was Melissa Heskins. Though she looked delicate enough to be blown over by a breeze, she was a notorious assassin, with thousands of kills to her name. At Blackthorn Women's Prison, she ranked seventy‑three and was serving life. The prison held over a thousand female convicts, not a single one was anything but brutal. Five years earlier, Diego had been the Santee family's eldest grandson in Easton, living the good life and spending money like water. His pedigree alone would have been enough, but he also had a fiancée: Tori Lynch of the Lynch family, a famed beauty with suitors lined up out the door. Tori had a younger brother-a textbook spoiled rich kid. Drunk one night, he assaulted a girl. To protect him, Tori begged Diego to take the fall, promising to marry him as soon as he got out. Blinded by love, Diego agreed. He was sent instead to the northern border of Chiton, to Blackthorn Women's Prison. The only man inside, he drew the attention of the prison's top seven inmates, who took him under their wing and trained him. In five years, he mastered every skill they had to offer. Later, his master stepped down as Warden and left with the other mentors. Diego inherited the position. "Warden, why haven't we started?" After waiting a long while, Melissa lifted her lashes. Diego still hadn't moved. "You need to undress," he said, frowning. "Did no one tell you you need to be fully naked for treatment?" Melissa blinked. What kind of rule was that? No one had mentioned it. "So that's how it is. You should've said so earlier, Warden. It's not like I'm unwilling..." She giggled, let one shoulder slip, and the prison dress slipped off her shoulder, baring her elegant collarbones. Her skin looked as soft as a baby's. Diego glanced her way. She was striking-even here she stood out. "Enough talk. Get on with it." Seeing his mood sour, Melissa did as she was told. Seconds later, she was naked. Diego didn't waste time. He began the treatment with the silver needle. Two hours later, Melissa stepped out of the office looking thoroughly relieved, her stride light. Knock, knock, knock! Diego had just packed away his kit when someone rapped at the door. Melissa again? He'd set a rule: only one patient a day. "You'd better have a good reason to knock, or..." His tone turned icy as he pulled the door open. It wasn't Melissa. Another woman stood there, stunning. A plain white dress highlighted her lithe, flawless shape; she carried herself with cool, aristocratic poise. In this prison, such beauty would easily rank in the top ten. "Who are you looking for?" Diego asked, his brows knitting. "Are you Diego Santee?" Her gaze was appraising, then turned to blunt disappointment. She'd hoped five years of reform might have curbed this heir's worst impulses. What she saw looked hopeless-a lost cause. "My name is Persephone Shadboult. I'm your sister‑in‑law," she said, voice cool. "I'm here to get you out." "Sister‑in‑law?" Diego doubted her. His eldest brother should still be at the front. Had he married in the five years Diego had been gone? "Impossible. If my brother got married, the family would've told me." He shook his head. "If you're new here, grab the spare uniform from the room down the hall and get to work." "This place has plenty of con artists like you, and your trick is crude." Persephone's eyes went cold. "Your elder brothers have been dead for years." "What did you say?" Diego's eyes went cold; his breath sharpened. "All the letters the family sent, did you never read any of them?" Persephone's brows pinched. "Three years ago, Malcolm Santee, Jayden Santee, and Victor Santee were all killed in action at the frontiers. Their bodies were never found." "Now your grandfather is gravely ill and has little time left. His last wish is to see you once more." Her voice was gentle, but the words hit Diego like a sledgehammer. His world spun. "What?" "No. No!" Rage exploded; blood suffused his eyes. "My three brothers were War Gods, pillars of Chiton. How could they die so easily?" "I'm going to check for myself." He stormed out, eyes burning. At the gate's guard office, a warder was sprawled in his chair. Bang! Diego kicked the door open and strode in. "Sir, what brings you here?" The guard scrambled up, head bowed. "I've been here five years. Why haven't I received a single letter?" Diego grabbed the guard's collar. "Where are the letters?" "They're here-here." The guard gave a nervous laugh. "The previous Warden worried they'd disrupt your training, so he had us box all the mail. And you never asked..." "Bring them out." Diego let go, his voice icy. The guard didn't dare hesitate. He fetched a small box, a dozen or so envelopes inside. "Sir, I kept them safe." He pushed the box toward Diego, still fawning. "Please, take them." Diego seized the box, hands shaking as he pulled out a letter. "Diego, calamity has struck the family, and the only one I cannot stop worrying about is you. The company has run into trouble as well; I doubt I can hold on much longer. When you return, you must treat your three sisters‑in‑law well. We have relied entirely on them these days. The Santee family owes them our deepest debt." His breathing quickened. The thin paper was in his grandfather's handwriting. He finished that letter and rifled ahead. He found the first one from three years ago-a folded newspaper. He opened it, and the headline leapt out in bold black letters. Mourning! Mourning! Mourning! Chiton grieves as three War Gods fall. Diego's body shuddered. The paper nearly slipped from his fingers. The Celestial War God, Malcolm Santee, fell on the southwestern frontier, no remains found, aged twenty‑eight. The Bloodfiend War God, Jayden Santee, fell on the northwestern frontier, no remains found, aged twenty‑seven. The Dragonmight War God, Victor Santee, fell on the southeastern frontier, no remains found, aged twenty‑six. The three stark lines hit Diego's heart like a hammer. He spat a mouthful of blood. His face turned chalk white. His brothers were truly gone, their bodies lost; he didn't even have a single keepsake to mourn. "Do you believe me now?" Persephone walked in, grief coloring her voice. "After they gave their lives for the country, the Santee family fell apart, and even relatives and friends drifted away. Your grandfather worked himself sick and he's been bedridden since a few days ago." "If you go back at once, you can still see him one last time." Diego drew a deep breath and nodded hard. "Thank you, sister‑in‑law. One day, I'll repay you generously." "I didn't help the Santee family for your sake. You owe me nothing." Persephone's brow pinched. She despised lawbreakers, and Diego had been imprisoned for rape. If he weren't a Santee, she wouldn't have spared him a glance. "My expectations are modest. After you get out, keep your nose clean. Don't drag the family into trouble like you used to." Diego didn't argue or explain. Right now, he only wanted to see his grandfather. "Thank you for the reminder. Let's go." His gaze was steady, unreadable. Persephone looked faintly surprised. Five years behind bars had changed him, at least a little. That was something; maybe he wouldn't make the Santee family's situation worse. "After I leave, the prison's rules stay the same," Diego told the guard, voice low. "If anyone oversteps, I'll deal with it when I return." "Yes, sir. Safe travels..." The guard bowed his head. The sight made Persephone's brows knit again. She had hoped five years of reform might have done more. Watching him throw his weight around in a prison looked like the same old Diego-a lost cause. "Don't waste time. Let's go." She turned without looking at him. Diego watched her graceful back, a little perplexed, then followed. Easton, Drakeville Estates. A black Mercedes rolled to a stop. Diego and Persephone got out. "Sister‑in‑law, this isn't my home." Diego frowned. "We should go to Cloude Villa. That's-" "Because the company was struggling, Cloude Villa was sold last year." Persephone's tone was even. "This is my villa. I've lent it to Nathan Santee for now." "I see. Thank you." Diego nodded quietly, his gratitude deepening. At a time like this, who else would still stand by the Santee family? "Don't thank me." Persephone's voice was cool. "I did it for the family, for your brother. It has nothing to do with you." "Understood. Let's go in." Diego had grown used to her drawing a hard line. He was an ex‑convict; who would see past that? He managed a wry smile and went ahead. Villa No. 7 was where Persephone had arranged for Nathan Santee to stay. A chessboard sat in the courtyard, suggesting she often kept the old man company over chess. Five years apart had left Diego aching to see him. The front door sat ajar; a light push opened it. As they stepped into the yard, a chilling voice drifted down from upstairs. "Old man, the scraps your Santee family has left can't even cover its loans. I'm offering a million dollars to take them off your hands-that's me being generous." "Don't push it." Persephone and Diego stopped short together. Alarm pricked Persephone's heart; she feared the old man was in trouble. Beside her, Diego's eyes went cold, a murderous look flashing across his face.

Invincible Prison Healer

Chapter 1: Took the Fall, Locked Up; Home in Upheaval!

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