All Chapters of Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!: Chapter 491
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CHAPTER 491
The following day dawned bright and peaceful, almost as though the world had forgotten the danger lurking beneath its surface. Juliana Andreas was already in the kitchen before noon, wearing a cream-colored apron over her casual clothes. The older housekeeper watched in quiet amusement as the heiress carefully stirred a pot of mole sauce, occasionally tasting it before adding another pinch of spice. "You've been coming here quite often these days, Señorita," the elderly woman remarked with a warm smile. Juliana laughed softly without looking up. "Is that a bad thing?" "Not at all. It's just... this kitchen hasn't seen you cook since you were a little girl." Juliana smiled to herself. "I guess someone gave me a reason to start again." The housekeeper understood there was more behind those words than Juliana was willing to say. She simply smiled and returned to kneading dough. An hour later, Juliana carefully packed everything into an insulated basket: warm tortillas w
CHAPTER 492
The silence inside Raphael's SUV was suffocating. Only the sound of the engine and the distant city traffic filled the air as Raphael drove through the streets of Mexico City, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles beneath his skin twitched. He hadn't said a single word since they escaped. Not one. Juliana sat quietly in the back seat beside Andrew, still trying to process everything that had just happened. The image of those men rushing toward them... The black sedan... the realization that she had been followed not once but twice. It replayed in her mind over and over. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around Andrew's hand. Only now did she truly understand. This wasn't simply about two people in love anymore. This wasn't her sneaking away to see her boyfriend. This wasn't about her father's disapproval. This was life and death. If Raphael hadn't trusted his instincts, if he hadn't followed her, if he hadn't arrived when he did... She didn't e
CHAPTER 493
Thiago slowly removed his reading glasses. "What report?" "It's about Raphael." Thiago frowned. "What about him?" Emiliano's jaw clenched. "He's been helping Juliana meet Andrew Tate." The room fell completely silent. For a long moment, Thiago simply stared at his younger son, as though waiting for him to admit it was a joke. "...Explain." Emiliano took a slow breath. "He followed Juliana to the hotel today." "He discovered Marcelo's men were watching." "He mobilized our security team without informing me or you." "And he extracted both Juliana and Andrew before Marcelo's men could get to them." Every sentence struck Thiago harder than the last. The veins along his temple slowly became visible. "Raphael..." His voice was dangerously quiet, "did what?" Emiliano nodded once. "I confirmed it." Thiago slowly rose from behind his desk. His towering frame suddenly made the room feel much smaller. "And you're certain?" "I wouldn't have come her
CHAPTER 494
Juliana hadn't meant to overhear them. She had only wanted to know whether Raphael was all right. Instead, she found herself standing just beyond the half-closed study door, hidden by the long corridor that led toward her father's office. She heard every word. Every accusation. Every confession. Every warning. Then came the sentence that stopped her heart. "If he gives me one reason... just one... he'll leave Mexico in a coffin." Her father's voice had never sounded so cold. Juliana's breath caught in her throat. She instinctively covered her mouth to stop herself from making a sound. No... No, Papa... Tears welled in her eyes as she backed away from the door, careful not to let her footsteps echo against the marble floor. She didn't hear the rest of the conversation. She couldn't. That single sentence kept repeating in her mind. A coffin. She hurried down the hallway until she reached her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against
CHAPTER 495
The botanical garden seemed untouched by the chaos that had consumed their lives. Children laughed as they chased pigeons across the stone pathways. Elderly couples strolled beneath rows of towering jacaranda trees, while the gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers through the afternoon air. It was peaceful. Painfully peaceful. Andrew Tate and Juliana Andreas continued walking hand in hand along the winding path surrounding the lake, neither of them eager to break the silence between them. For the first time in what felt like forever, no one was chasing them. No gunfire. No threats. No frantic phone calls. No arguments with Thiago. No Don Marcelo. Just... them. Andrew glanced sideways at Juliana and smiled. "What?" Juliana asked, catching him looking. He shook his head. "I'm just trying to memorize this." She laughed softly. "Memorize what?" "You." She looked at him with amused disbelief. "I'm standing right here." "I know."
CHAPTER 496
The envelope landed softly on the polished mahogany desk. Don Marcelo didn't open it immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his leather chair, a thick cigar resting between his fingers as blue-gray smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling of his private study. The room was silent except for the ticking of an antique grandfather clock. One of his trusted men stood a few feet away with his head lowered. "We confirmed it ourselves, Jefe." Marcelo said nothing. His scarred fingers finally reached for the envelope. He broke the seal. The first photograph slid onto the desk. Juliana Andreas. Laughing. A genuine, carefree laugh. For a fleeting second, Marcelo simply stared. Then came another photograph. Andrew Tate holding her hand. Another. The two sitting side by side beside the lake. Another. Andrew kissing the back of Juliana's hand. Marcelo's expression darkened with each photograph until the final one showed them sharing a tender kiss before parti
CHAPTER 497
Harrera remained in his father's study long after Don Marcelo had walked out. The room had fallen silent. The scattered photographs still lay across the polished desk, each one capturing Juliana Andreas smiling beside Andrew Tate. Harrera picked up one of them. His thumb slowly brushed across Juliana's face. His expression softened in a way no one in Marcelo's organization had ever seen. "Juliana..." He whispered her name as though it had become a prayer. He closed his eyes. And, like always, the memories came rushing back. Not of the woman she had become. But of the little girl she used to be. Years ago... Long before the blood feud between Thiago Andreas and Don Marcelo consumed everything... There had been a small international kindergarten in Mexico City attended by the children of influential families. Back then, neither Harrera nor Juliana understood power. Or revenge or hatred. To them... the world had been wonderfully simple. He remembered
CHAPTER 498
The morning sun poured through the windshield as Steven Kahuna drove with one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested gently over Jennifer's fingers. Even though he had fleets of cars and drivers at his beck and call, he always chose to do the driving on such a beautiful day. Every now and then, his thumb traced slow circles against her skin as if reassuring himself that she was truly beside him. Seven months. Their daughter was growing safely inside the woman he loved more than life itself. Jennifer leaned comfortably against the leather seat, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her round stomach while a soft smile played on her lips. "You've been staring at me for the last five minutes," she teased without looking at him. Steven chuckled. "I know." "You know?" "I can't help it." She finally turned to him, raising an amused eyebrow. "What?" He smiled—one of those rare smiles that softened every hard edge on his face. "I still can't believe you're my w
CHAPTER 499
The Andreas estate was unnaturally quiet that evening. Usually, the mansion pulsed with life... the echo of footsteps across polished marble, the murmured conversations of house staff, the constant movement of security personnel. Tonight, however, silence lingered in every corridor, heavy enough to suffocate. Ever since Juliana returned from the United Kingdom, peace had become a stranger within those walls. She and her father had spoken countless times. But they had never truly communicated. Every conversation ended the same way—raised voices, wounded pride, and another wall built between them. Thiago Andreas had reached a point where he was exhausted. Not because he regretted standing against Andrew. But because, somewhere beneath the anger, he missed his daughter more than he was willing to admit. Standing alone in his study, his gaze drifted to the framed family portrait beside him. Raphael stood proudly at his right. Emiliano, younger and already wearing
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For a man who had faced assassins, cartels, and billion-dollar wars without flinching... nothing had ever hurt like that. Unable to speak, he pulled her into his arms. Juliana stiffened in surprise. It had been so long since her father had embraced her that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. Slowly, she melted against him. For a few precious moments, neither spoke. No arguments. No pride. Just a father desperately holding onto the little girl he feared was slipping away... ...and a daughter clinging to the man she loved, even when he was breaking her heart. Eventually, she stepped back. Their eyes met. "I love you, Papa." A sad smile touched his lips. "I know." "And I love you more than you'll ever understand." She nodded, unable to trust herself to speak again. Turning quietly, she walked toward the door. She never looked back. The moment the door clicked shut, she pressed a trembling hand against her mouth, swallowing the sob threatenin