All Chapters of Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!: Chapter 261
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CHAPTER 261
The next day felt different from the moment Cassandra opened her eyes. Every tick of the clock reminded her that he was leaving tomorrow. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her fingers curled slightly against the bedsheet as if she could hold onto the night that had already slipped away. Her phone buzzed this time it was Princewill “I’m downstairs.” Her heart did that small, traitorous leap. The drive to the hotel was filled with a strange mix of laughter and silence. Princewill kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other occasionally reaching over just to touch her... her fingers, her wrist, the edge of her sleeve. Small touches. As if he needed reassurance she was real. Cassandra noticed. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said softly, turning toward him. He gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just thinking.” “About?” He glanced at her briefly. “How unfair it is that I just found you… and now I have to leave yet again.” Her che
CHAPTER 262
Morning arrived gently, but it felt kind of cruel. The world outside was awakening and getting rather busy, but inside the room, time moved differently, Cassandra lay still on the bed, eyes open, watching the ceiling without seeing it. Sleep had visited her only in fragments... light, restless, dissolving the moment she reached for it. The kind that made your heart stay alert, afraid that if you closed your eyes for too long, something precious might disappear. Across the room, Princewill stood near the door, fully dressed and ready. His suitcase stood upright beside him, black, polished, silent. Cassandra hated that suitcase for nothing. It looked ordinary and innocent. Like it had no idea it carried distance inside it. “You don’t have to come all the way to the airport,” he said gently, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, voice calm but softer than usual. She sat up slowly, pushing the blanket aside. “And let you disappear like some mysterious CEO in a movie?” she
CHAPTER 263
The rest of the morning after the airport did not feel like a new day. She didn't go home, she instead went to Mabel's hoping to just take a breath. It felt like the echo of the one before it. Like time had technically moved forward… but Cassandra hadn’t. Sunlight spilled through the thin curtains of Mabel’s apartment, soft and golden, landing across the floor in long stripes. Dust floated in the air, lazy, unbothered. The world outside was already alive... engines humming, distant horns, footsteps on pavement, voices layered over one another in the ordinary music of a weekday morning. Everything was normal but that was the strange part. Because Cassandra didn’t feel normal, she felt displaced. As if something essential had been left behind at Gate 14, somewhere between boarding announcements and the final wave she had forced herself to give before Princewill disappeared down that long glass corridor. Her body had come back from the airport. Her heart hadn’t full
CHAPTER 264
But the feeling in her chest didn’t agree, it wasn’t guilt or fear it was awareness. The kind that prickled softly under the surface, because she knew something she didn’t want to frame as truth: Javier never did anything without intention. And she had just opened a door not wide, but sometimes, that’s all it takes. Meanwhile, Javier did not celebrate loudly, he didn’t pump his fist, didn’t smile like he’d won. But standing alone in his apartment, city lights reflecting in the glass behind him, he felt something close to victory settle quietly in his chest. Cassandra had said yes to dinner. And for Javier, that was more than enough. He loosened the collar of his shirt slowly, thoughtfully, replaying her message again in his mind. One dinner. That’s all. He almost laughed under his breath. One dinner was never just one dinner. Not when history sat at the table too. He moved through his apartment calmly, like a man preparing for a business meeting, not an emotion
CHAPTER 265
The car ride back to Cassandra's was quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet but the kind filled with words that had been said… and the ones that had been swallowed. City lights stretched into long golden lines across the windshield, blurring every time Javier blinked a little too slowly. The soft hum of the engine and the low rhythm of the music created a background noise that almost felt like a shield... something to hide behind so neither of them had to break the silence first. Cassandra sat angled toward the window, her reflection faint against the glass. Her hands were folded in her lap, fingers loosely intertwined, but her thumb kept rubbing against her knuckle, a small, unconscious sign that her mind was busy. Javier noticed. He noticed everything about her always had. His hands rested steady on the steering wheel, posture controlled, expression neutral. Anyone watching would think he was perfectly fine but he wasn’t. Not in the very least, his thoughts were moving
CHAPTER 266
Harry Milton had stopped answering unknown numbers as well as known ones too. The house he owned that used to feel like a fortress. Now it felt like glass whereby every wall was transparent and every room exposed. Even silence sounded suspicious, still. The television murmured from the living room. Even though it was obviously muted, it was still loud. Headlines crawled across the bottom of the screen like ants over a wound. MILTON INDUSTRIES SCANDAL DEEPENS FORMER INSIDER CLAIMS COVER-UP JACKSON MILTON LINKED TO CONTROVERSIAL DEAL WHERE IS HARRY MILTON HIDING? The truth was, he wasn’t hiding, instead he was sitting ten feet away, staring at nothing because his thoughts were not aligned. “Harry.” Sarah’s voice came softly from the hallway. No response. She stepped into the study. “You didn’t come to bed again.” “I wasn’t tired.” “You haven’t slept properly in days.” “I’m fine.” She folded her arms. “No you’re not.” The TV glow flickered across h
CHAPTER 267
The thought didn’t come like a plan. It came like desperation wearing different masks. Harry Milton sat in the dark study long after the house had gone quiet, the only light coming from the city glow slipping through the blinds in thin silver lines. His reflection stared back at him from the window — blurred, fractured by the glass. For the first time in his life, his mind wasn’t thinking like a CEO. It was thinking like a man cornered. Sell the house. The idea slid in quietly. This house had been his proof. His statement. His fortress of success. Every brick, every beam, every polished floorboard whispered, You made it. Now it whispered something else. They know where you live. Reporters outside the gates. Long lenses. Drones once. Neighbors pretending not to stare. Delivery drivers suddenly curious. This house wasn’t a fortress anymore. It was more like a fishbowl. He imagined it... a different neighborhood. Smaller gate, fewer eyes a place where Sarah hi
CHAPTER 268
The Milton mansion had always been a house of joy and mostly laughter but that was more like a farfetched fantasy now as things haven't been the same for a while now that they had forgotten basics. That was how Sarah Milton used to describe it and how the house inhaled the laughter of dinner parties and exhaled comfort through its wide hallways and sunlit staircases. It had been built with intention, with legacy in mind. Generations of Miltons had crossed its threshold believing that no matter what happened beyond its gates, this place would hold. Tonight, it felt like the house was holding its breath. Sarah sat in the sitting room, unmoving, her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her skirt. The fire had gone cold hours ago, yet she hadn’t noticed. Her eyes were fixed on the far wall, though she wasn’t truly looking at it. She hadn’t been truly looking at anything for days. The shame had arrived quietly. Not with shouting or accusations—but with letters. Ban
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“I saved the company,” Helen said, stepping forward. “Or at least, I bought us time.” “With this?” Sarah snapped, gesturing wildly at the papers. “You put our home up as collateral?” Helen’s eyes burned. “It’s just property.” Sarah’s hand flew up—not to strike, but to steady herself. “That house is not just property,” she said, her voice shaking. “It is the last thing we have that wasn’t touched by disgrace.” Helen’s voice cracked. “You think I don’t know that? You think this was easy?” Silence slammed down between them. Helen exhaled shakily. “I couldn’t watch you disappear. I couldn’t watch our name rot while everyone whispered. I did this for us.” Sarah stared at her daughter really looked at her and saw exhaustion mirrored back. “You went to loan sharks,” Sarah said softly. Helen didn’t deny it. Sarah closed her eyes. The shame she had been running from had finally found its voice. A knock echoed through the mansion. Sharp. Deliberate. Both women tu
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Meanwhile, Jackson is about to be cornered. The last thing Jackson Milton remembered was motion. Not the calm kind but the kind that rattled the bones. The kind that made the city lights smear into long, trembling streaks as he drove too fast, chasing something he couldn’t quite name. A better future or maybe escape. The Milton name had never been light. It pressed down on his shoulders like a hand that never let go. Being the only son left carrying the Milton name, after everything that had happened this actually meant something in his family. It meant expectation, it meant living forever in the shadow of a brother who had already claimed the throne. Steven Milton. The golden one. The untouchable one. The brother who never stumbled, never failed, never left room for Jackson to breathe. That night, Jackson had been on his way to make something his. A small company although it was new and fragile, a risk. The kind his parents always dismissed with a smile t