All Chapters of Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!: Chapter 191
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CHAPTER 191
No one in the entire Milton's household knew the truth. They didn’t know that Jackson had been the reason Steven disappeared earlier. They didn’t know the depth of the damage, the blood beneath the silence, or the storm that had almost taken Steven’s life. Most of all, they didn’t know that Diana had already walked away from Jackson. Since everything looked normal. And Jackson intended to keep it that way. Later that evening, Jackson left to his house as he sat alone in his study, it was though the weight of the walls were pressing in on him. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was accusatory. Every tick of the clock sounded like a reminder of how much control he had lost. His name which was once untouchable was now stained. His secrets were slipping through his fingers, and he knew it. His peaceful family was being torn apart by what he thought he had gotten away with. Leo’s voice which cooed in the house, was no more and it was driving him crazy each minute. W
CHAPTER 192
Sarah Milton stared at the blinking arrow on her laptop screen as though it were judging her. The room was quiet—too quiet for a mansion that once rang with laughter, arguments, footsteps and life. Now, all that existed was the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of her own breathing, uneven and restrained. Harry Milton stood behind her, hands clasped behind his back, his posture rigid. A man who once commanded boardrooms and crushed opponents without hesitation now looked uncertain almost fragile. “Don’t write yet,” Harry said finally, breaking the silence. Sarah’s fingers froze above the keyboard. “I haven’t.” “I know.” He exhaled slowly. “I just… every word matters.” She leaned back in her chair and looked up at him, her eyes glossy but sharp. “He’s our son, Harry. Not a hostile takeover.” His jaw tightened at the word son. Steven, a name that carried both pride and guilt in equal measure. “Yes,” Harry said quietly. “Which is exactly why we can’t afford to do th
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An email appeared on Steven's inbox, he didn’t need to open the email twice, he didn’t have to. The moment the sender’s name registered, the rest became irrelevant. It was clearly from Sarah Milton and Harry Milton. Their names sat there, neatly aligned, formal and composed—as if presentation could soften the damage done years ago, as if careful wording could rewrite history. Steven leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed loosely, his gaze fixed on the screen without truly seeing it. His office was quiet, expensively quiet—the kind that came from money, power, and deliberate isolation. The glow from the laptop reflected against his cufflinks, catching the cold silver edges. These were his biological parents those who actually gave birth to him but that phrase or term had no weight, no gravity, no pull. He closed the laptop with a decisive click and rose smoothly to his feet, adjusting his sleeves calmly. Anyone watching would have thought he’d just dismissed a routine b
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Riverage City did not wake up curious, instead it woke up ravenous. “Wait… run it again, this time… slower.” The producer’s command cracked through the studio, and on the giant screen, the footage rewound. Jackson Milton stumbled into the frame. His tie hung loose, shirt half-untucked, eyes glassy, pupils unfocused. The streetlights washed him in a sickly yellow glow as he swayed, one hand bracing against a car door that was his. Then his voice raw, slurred and desperate. “I didn’t do it… I swear… I didn’t…” The clip cut. The female anchor didn’t hide her expression this time. She let it linger just long enough. “Those words,” she said slowly, “have ignited questions the Milton family buried years ago.” Her co-host leaned in. “Buried badly.” “I believe there is more to this than what meets the eye since the Milton's are so determined to keep this embarrassing moment in wraps.” “Well it's time to leak it.” The producer said with a smirk. ***** Across River
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Jackson sat alone by the window, staring at the city like it had personally betrayed him. “They’re waiting for me to break,” he said quietly. Sarah turned sharply. “You will not.” He laughed… short and bitter and said, “They already decided I did something unforgivable. They just want me to say it out loud and admit to it.” Outside, the gates were no longer just lined with reporters. They were surrounded by opinions, protesters now mixed with journalists. JUSTICE FOR STEVEN RICH SONS DON’T GET TO ERASE BLOOD CONFESS, JACKSON Helen pressed her hand to the glass. “They think Steven's disappearance was our fault, they want an explanation.” “No,” Sarah said, voice tight. “They believe he’s waiting to get revenge, that doing this would make him act faster, they all want to see us fall.” ***** Across the city, Steven Milton sat in a private boardroom, flanked by glass walls and silence. A screen displayed live feeds… news clips, trending tags, sentiment analy
CHAPTER 196
Peace had settled into Finn Guler’s mansion like a gentle promise, it was filled with soft laughter, the distant hum of the fountain outside, the quiet padding of a child trying to stand on his little feet across polished floors. “Papa…” Leo’s small voice rang out as he tried to walk but crawled instead toward the couch, toy car clutched in his hand. Finn smiled genuinely this time. “Ah, so you finally fixed it,” he said, opening his arms. “Come here, my boy.” Leo climbed onto his lap without hesitation. Diana watched them from across the room, a faint smile touching her lips for the first time in days. Her shoulders were finally relaxed. No cameras. No whispers. No questions disguised as concern. Just home. “You can stay as long as you want,” Finn said quietly, as if reading her thoughts. “This house is yours. Always.” Diana nodded. “I know, Papa.” From the doorway, Jedro observed everything, his arms folded, jaw tight, eyes sharp. He hadn’t smiled since Diana
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No one sat down again, not after Finn’s last word. “Yes,” Finn said calmly, his voice carrying authority that made the walls feel closer. “There is something you don’t know.” Sarah’s fingers tightened around her handbag. “Then stop circling it and say it.” Jedro shifted, stepping closer to Diana without even realizing it. His shoulder aligned with hers… protectively and deliberately, anyone watching would understand one thing clearly that if this conversation turned ugly, he would be the first wall they’d hit. “Well you better listen and listen good, some truths are better left buried.” Jedro uttered. Harry frowned. “Jedro, this isn’t a threat—” “It’s a warning,” Jedro replied evenly. Sarah stood. “Diana, come with us. Whatever this nonsense is, it can be resolved at home.” Diana didn’t move. “At whose home?” Jedro asked. “The one crawling with reporters? The one where every knock sounds like another scandal?” Harry rubbed his jaw. “The media situation is tempora
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Minutes dragged like hours. When the door finally opened, Jackson walked in looking unkempt... tie loosened, eyes rimmed red, his posture tense but controlled. He looked from his father to his mother, already defensive. “You summoned me like a criminal,” he said quietly. “What’s going on?” Sarah stood directly in front of him. “What did you tell Diana?” Jackson’s jaw tightened. “Nothing.” Harry’s voice cut through. “Jackson.” Jackson looked at his father. “I didn’t touch her. I never hurt her.” Sarah waved that away. “That’s not what we’re asking.” Jackson frowned. “Then what?” Harry stepped forward. “Diana believes you know something about Steven’s disappearance.” The room stopped breathing. Jackson’s face drained of color. “She told you?” he asked slowly. Sarah’s heart dropped. “So it’s true.” Jackson laughed weakly. “You’re twisting things.” Harry’s voice hardened. “Jackson, look at me.” Jackson did. Harry swallowed. “Did you tell your wife something you never tol
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Diana sat by the wide window of her childhood room, knees drawn close to her chest, the evening light fading into a dull grey. The mansion was quiet—too quiet. Even the fountains outside seemed muted, as though they understood her mood. She hadn’t planned to tell them. That was the cruelest part. Her fingers twisted the edge of the throw blanket, over and over again, as Jackson’s face replayed in her mind, not the arrogant public image, not the scandal-scarred heir the media loved to tear apart, but the man she had seen that night. Drunk… shaking and terrified. “I didn’t mean to say it, Di.” “It just slipped.” “I can’t carry this alone anymore.” Her chest tightened. “I betrayed him,” she whispered. Leo slept in the adjoining room, blissfully unaware, his small breaths steady and soft. Diana glanced toward the door, guilt pressing heavier. She had not only exposed Jackson she had endangered the fragile balance holding everything together. A soft knock sounde
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Steven hadn’t come with rage, that was the worst part, just silence. And silence meant calculation. Romero stood, pacing. “If I tell him the truth… if I admit my men were involved…” His steps slowed. “…will he kill me?” The question hung heavy in his chest. He imagined Steven’s eyes… calm, cold, unreadable. A man who didn’t need to raise his voice to destroy someone. Romero swallowed. “But if I don’t tell him,” he whispered, “he’ll find out anyway.” A sharp knock this time, it was firmer. Romero’s breath hitched. “Who is it?” “A message, sir,” a voice replied. “From Steven Kahuna.” Romero felt his chest tighten. “Read it.” The door opened just enough for the lieutenant to speak. “Mr. Romero of the venom Triad… We need to talk. You have information that belongs to me. I don’t enjoy repeating myself.” That was all, no threats, no deadlines. Romero sank back into his chair. “He knows,” he breathed. “Or he suspects enough that it doesn’t matter.” His mind