All Chapters of Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!: Chapter 311
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CHAPTER 311
His presence alone kept the atmosphere disciplined. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the underground garage. The doors slid shut. For the first time since seeing the headline, he allowed himself a slow breath. Jackson had made his move and now that meant the game had officially begun. The elevator doors opened, he got into his office took his personal laptop, his files and hard drive, then he got into his personal elevator. Few minutes later, Steven stepped into the quiet parking level where his car waited. His driver stood beside the vehicle, already opening the door. “Home, sir?” the man asked respectfully. Steven paused briefly before nodding. “Yes.” The car glided out of the garage and into the late afternoon traffic. Outside the tinted windows, the city moved like it always did—crowded streets, towering buildings, flashing billboards and endless motion. To everyone else, it was just another day. To Steven, it felt like the firs
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The silence inside the penthouse stretched for several long seconds. Steven still stood where he had frozen, staring at the man seated calmly in his living room. His chest rose and fell unevenly. His eyes burned. And then the words finally escaped him. “…Matron?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Is it really you?” The older man’s smile widened, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable. “Oh my beloved Kahuna,” he said softly. The sound of that name—Kahuna—spoken in that voice shattered the last wall Steven had been holding up. Steven crossed the distance between them in seconds. Elias Smith rose slowly from the couch, his movements steady despite the walking cane in his hand. But the moment Steven reached him, the cane nearly slipped from Elias’s grip as the two men embraced. Tightly and fiercely. Steven buried his face against the older man’s shoulder. For years, the world had seen him as untouchable, unbreakable, the cold architect of Kahuna Empire.
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Around the massive round table, men who controlled billions of dollars, governments, and industries stared as though reality itself had shifted. Several members had already risen halfway from their seats. One man whispered hoarsely, “No… that’s not possible.” Another shook his head repeatedly, as if the image before him would disappear if he denied it hard enough. A third leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table. “That’s… Elias.” At the head of the chamber, Steven Kahuna stood quietly. His posture was calm, his expression controlled. But his eyes moved carefully around the room, he was studying reactions every single one. Thiago Andreas sweating began, at first it was only a faint sheen across his brow. A natural reaction to shock perhaps, but it did not stop there, all of a sudden, a bead of sweat formed at his temple. It rolled slowly down the side of his face. Another appeared at his hairline and within seconds, perspiration began gathering faster th
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The door shut behind him and inside the dim limousine, the two men faced each other in silence. Thiago’s chest rose and fell quickly. Elias rested both hands lightly on the handle of his cane. His expression was calm and almost pleasant. Finally he spoke, “Good evening, Thiago.” Thiago forced his voice steady, “You arranged this?” Elias tilted his head slightly, “I arranged a conversation.” Thiago’s jaw tightened, “You could have requested one.” Elias smiled faintly, “Could I?” Silence filled the car again. Thiago held his gaze carefully. “You’re alive,” Thiago said. “Yes.” “You caused quite a disturbance tonight.” Elias’s eyes glimmered slightly, “That was the intention.” Another pause followed and Thiago’s mind raced. Calculating risks and searching for escape. Finally he asked quietly, “Why am I here?” Elias leaned back slightly, studying him. “Because,” he said calmly, “I wanted to observe your reaction.” Thiago said nothing and Elias contin
CHAPTER 315
The limousine glided through the darkened streets of Manhattan, its blacked-out windows reflecting the city lights in fleeting glimmers. Inside, the atmosphere remained heavy, like a storm hanging just above the car. Thiago Andreas pressed his palms against the leather of the seat, his body tense, every nerve screaming, yet his mind refused to fully process the danger that now loomed over him. He had escaped the underground garage in a near frenzy, his own men scrambling after him as he barked orders, yet even as he tried to regain control, a gnawing fear lingered. Something had shifted irreversibly tonight. Elias Smith wasn’t just alive. He was present, watching and waiting. And now, Thiago knew, he could be anywhere Elias chose to strike. The phone on the passenger seat vibrated suddenly, pulling Thiago out of his own spiraling thoughts. The name flashing on the screen made his blood run cold. Elias Smith. Thiago’s hand shook slightly as he answered, his voice forced
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A shiver ran down his spine, the limousine’s soft hum was the only sound in the tense car, yet it might as well have been a drumbeat marking the end of his carefully constructed empire. Elias ended the call, the line went dead. Thiago sat in stunned silence, heart hammering, sweat dampening the collar of his shirt, the back of his jacket, even beneath his trousers. The fear wasn’t just for himself, it was for his family, his reputation, everything he had worked toward for decades. For the first time in years, Thiago Andreas felt powerless, completely and utterly powerless. And deep down, a part of him knew it was over. Elias Smith had returned, alive, prepared, and fully aware. And there would be no hiding from what was coming next. ***** Thiago Andreas stepped out of the limousine and into the quiet of his sprawling estate at long last. The grand driveway was empty, bathed in the dim glow of security lights, and the manicured gardens offered no comfort... only a r
CHAPTER 317
Another meeting was held but only some of the members were around at least those that have proven loyalty to the circle. The chamber of the Black Ledger Circle was silent. Men and women who controlled shipping routes, private equity empires, intelligence networks, and sovereign infrastructure projects sat around the circular obsidian table. Every seat in the chamber represented influence that could move markets or collapse governments. At the head of the table sat Elias Smith. Age had not weakened him, it had only sharpened him. His silver hair rested neatly against the collar of his dark suit, his eyes calm but piercing as they moved slowly across the room. Everyone present knew why they had gathered. Tonight was succession night. The mantle of President of the Black Ledger Circle would formally pass into Elias Smith’s hands. But Elias had never been a man who simply accepted power. He positioned it and rebuilt it. And tonight he had already decided what came
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Back in Riyadh, Hakimi placed his phone down. Steven watched him quietly without saying a word as he just couldn't believe it. He was just shocked about how well and how much power Elias Smith has over someone like Al-Hakimi. “It’s done,” Hakimi said calmly. “What is?” “The correction... the misunderstanding being corrected.” Steven leaned back slightly, “So what is this? You’re surrendering all the shares.” Hakimi shook his head, “I’m removing myself from a family war, simple no more no less.” Steven’s eyes hardened, “A war you initiated and helped start, correct?” Hakimi smiled faintly, “Well, in this case I would say I was invited and foolishly attended.” Steven stood up as he felt he was done here. Hakimi watched him carefully. “You should be careful,” Hakimi said. Steven paused, “Oh really, why?“ Hakimi’s voice dropped slightly. “Because betrayal from enemies is predictable.” Steven turned his head slightly, “But betrayal from family is not?” S
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Steven exhaled slowly, “That’s the job.” Elias shook his head, “No.” Steven frowned not sure what Elias meant, as he curiously waited to know why he said that. “That’s the prison.” Elias added. Silence filled the room. Elias’s voice softened slightly. “You’ve carried responsibility since you were a boy.” Steven looked down at his hands. “You taught me that.” “Yes,” Elias said. “And now I’m teaching you something else.” Steven raised his eyes again. “What?” Elias smiled gently. “How to live.” Steven laughed under his breath. “You think I don’t?” “I think you forgot how to live, son.” The words settled heavily. Elias leaned back in his chair. “You’ve built Kahuna Empire into something formidable.” Steven shrugged, “It’s still growing.” “It will always grow, that's something you should know, boy!” Steven studied him, “So what are you saying?” he asked. Elias spoke calmly, “I’m saying you should step back.” Steven blinked, “From my compa
CHAPTER 320
Riverage City glittered under the evening sky. The river that cut through the city reflected the lights of towering glass buildings and quiet waterfront streets, the current moving slowly like a ribbon of silver under the night. Elegant restaurants and private clubs lined the riverbanks, their lights warm and inviting, but tonight one of the most exclusive places in the city stood strangely quiet. Steven Kahuna stepped out of the black car and adjusted the cuff of his jacket. He had showered, shaved, and changed after returning home earlier that afternoon. The tension of the past weeks had washed away under the hot water, and for the first time in days he felt something close to peace. Tonight wasn’t about corporate strategy. Tonight wasn’t about investors, hostile takeovers, or financial warfare. Tonight was about Jennifer. He looked up at the building in front of him — The Glass Harbor, one of Riverage City's most beautiful waterfront restaurants. The entire place