Victoria Graves: The Iron Line

Victoria Graves: The Iron Line

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Before she became the most feared and respected figure in the prison, she was just Victoria-a twenty-two-year-old trying to survive the crushing weight of her own family legacy. Born to a hard-nosed police officer father and a ruthless prosecution lawyer mother, Victoria Graves was raised on a strict diet of law, order, and impossible expectations. But behind closed doors, her own battles with mental health and the chaos of youth threatened to pull her under. She learned the hard way that without boundaries, life collapses. To survive, she drew an iron line around herself. Victoria Graves: The Iron Line opens with a glimpse into Victoria's fractured childhood, exploring the rigid environment that shaped her before jumping forward to the defining moment of her young adulthood: her high-stakes interview for the prison's elite Disciplinary and Punishment Team. Armed with a deep, private understanding of human suffering and a fierce, unyielding commitment to the rules, Victoria must prove she has the grit to maintain order in a world of chaos. This is the origin story of a woman who believes that rules aren't just meant to be followed-they are the only thing keeping the dark from winning.
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