Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold to My Uncle, Loved by His Son: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Jackson’s POVWho was looking for me?I barely even had visitors at all; Eduardo was the one with lots of rich friends who only thrived on people's sadness and pain. He was a wealthy socialite while I was his lapdog; at least that was what I pretended to be while I learnt things from him.The only good thing he gained from my mother was me, someone to inherit his properties because he wanted to preserve his family name. That was the kind of man he was.As I descended the stairs, Lorenzo followed me closely; I could hear the faint echo of our footsteps resounding in the hallway. The alluring aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, making my mouth water and teasing my senses—my stomach also growled with hunger.I hadn't eaten any solid meal since my father's accident; people needed to be convinced that I was truly sad about his attack and would do anything to find whoever did this to him. It was as though my father was specific about the maidens he brought into the mansio

Jackson’s POV~Doomsday is near.~May she remain safe while I'm away. The door to Jade's room cracked open as I stepped out. I glanced back briefly, my hands relaxing on the door frame. She sat peacefully by the window, staring out at the pool, lost in thoughts. What could she be thinking about? Was she troubled by the incident that happened earlier today?Her pale skin stood out against the dimness of the room, and for a moment I thought she was an angel from above. I wanted to go in to assure her that everything would be okay, but I would look too emotional and head over heels for her.I turned to the maid who was carrying a tray a few feet away. “Hey, come here.” I motioned for her to come closer.“Yes, master,” she said, bowing her hands and dropping the tray on a table as she folded her hands neatly in front of her. “I want you to make sure Jade doesn't leave her room and no one except you goes in,” I instructed, my voice laced with authority. “And also see to it that she is w

Jackson’s POV~Death toll~“He is stable now, Mr. Jackson; you can take him home.” The doctor's words played like a broken record in my ears as I wheeled my motionless father, who kept mute. This was the first time he was ever quiet when I was around him. If he was boasting about how his business empire, which was allegedly built on mafia tactics, he was constantly ranting about how rival families were trying to take him down.He never allowed me to speak, so it wasn't like a conversation; it was as though I was his human diary. He is always telling me the details of how his day went because he only trusted me with such information.The ones I will never forget were how he complained about having numerous enemies and his things weren't working out the way he wanted them to.Yet despite all these supposed challenges he faces, he continues to engage in so many shady things, hurting people for personal gain, extorting money from people, and taking their livelihood from them.You surely

Jackson’s POV~It's not my debt to pay.~ “It's your father; he is convulsing.” Scar said, wearing a terrified look. Shit! I thought I had gotten rid of your attention-seeking ass; even in his incapacitated state, he still managed to stress me.Just when I was beginning to bond with Jade, he had to tear us apart. Just like how he made sure no woman ever drew near to me, he always reminded me every day that no woman would ever love me and they were only interested in me because my father was a mafia boss.My mind drifted to Becky, the first woman who saw through me. I met her when I was barely seventeen; although she was three years older than me, she never for once made me feel little.She was like a ray of sunlight in my dark life. But that was a tale for another day. I just know it didn't end well. I barged into my father's room with Scar trailing behind me closely.Eduardo was convulsing on his bed, his body shaking violently like he was down with epilepsy. His eyes were wide open,

Jackson’s POV~A bad ending~“This can't be happening to me right now,” I said to myself as I gently went through every document and ledger in my father's study.Perhaps his death should have been delayed till when he had collected all the money he lent people. But the question was, what time is the right time to strike?One would never know when to start, or else you just started right away. But the issue now is that good things often come with bad news. And now I was wearing his crown, tarnished as it was.I picked up my phone and texted Scar to come into the study right away, and within a few seconds, he appeared in the doorway. Scar wasn't one to waste time whenever I needed him. He always appeared right on time, always eager to answer my every need and order. He was brutal and gruff but only when I needed him to be. His dark eyes scanned me carefully, waiting for me to break the silence.“Scar, thank God you are here,” I gushed, gesturing to him to come in, and he did without a