Semua Bab FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold to My Uncle, Loved by His Son: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Jackson’s POVIt’s been a decade and a half.Fifteen years since I lost the one true person that ever mattered to me, I lost the woman who ever understood my plights and flaws to the hand of the man I hated the most in the whole world. My mother was the woman who could have guided me through this mess, or what I would call a phase, the one that seemed to make me restless and unhappy.As I stood in front of the coke tombstone, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my black coat. The cemetery was cold and almost empty. It was evident that I was the only one here today. The only sound that was made was the breeze whispering through the trees, carrying the usual scent of damp earth and rotting trees. “Hello Mom,” I mumbled under my breath, my voice barely above a whisper. “It's been ages, and I miss you so much. I wish you could just speak to me once again. I miss your voice; I miss your golden advice, Mother, and I never want to forget any of them.”But no one responded; only silen

Lorenzo’s POV“Hey kid, give me a few more balls just in case.” The morning air was crisp and satisfying, and the gentle breeze swirled the tall banana trees back and forth, and the sun rose, brightening over the dense green landscape.I struck my golf club against the ball, and the thwack was satisfying to the ears; it echoed across the wide stretch of the course. I watched as it flew through the sky, landing perfectly near the hole.“This is not bad for a first try,” I muttered to myself as I adjusted my gloves. ”Don’t you think, lad? I turned to see the golf ball, his blonde messy hair and his wife's blue eyes darting nervously. He stood behind me, his hand trembling as he held the golf club and balls—he was some nervous kid I had employed a few weeks ago, and I picked him because he barely hung out with the teens of his age; he wasn’t wild and uncontrollable. Instead, he followed obediently, carrying my set of clubs without any excuses or complaints. Although he was a little to

Jackson’s POVVisiting my mother might be the only thing that could make me feel sane. Somehow it felt like she could hear my spoken and unspoken worries and concerns, like she was standing beside me at the graveyard with her head on my shoulder, comforting me and telling me that everything would be okay.Because why did I instantly feel relieved after going to visit her? I realised going to see my mom gave me a lot of strength and courage to carry on and face my fears. Right now she was the only one who could comfort me. I drove to my residence, and then I paused at the front gate, my fingers gripping the steering wheel so tight. I looked at the cold metal briefcase lying on the passenger seat. I carried it everywhere I went; you certainly don't want to know what's inside. I stared at the house. It looked the same as when I was younger; the white porch was still good, and the trees still swayed in the breeze, but something felt different now. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't o

Lorenzo’s POVA thin plume of the smoke from the cigarette I was holding wafted into my nostrils as I leaned on the balcony railing admiring the serenity of the quiet night. Suddenly I saw two figures approaching the estate and I was alarmed, it could be anyone who wanted to harm me so I needed to be alert at all times. The shadow began to clear off, and I could see the people now; it was Jade and Jackson.They strolled into the compound hand in hand, their eyes fixed on each other. I couldn't believe my eyes; a few weeks ago they couldn't stand each other, and now they have patched things up. That was new!I threw the cigarette on the ground, matched it with my feet, and exhaled slowly, watching the way Jackson paid attention to Jade's every move, almost like he was protecting her from an unseen danger.The way his eyes never left her, and the way Jade leaned onto him slightly, grinning from ear to ear as they walked into the mansion. I was shocked at how quickly they had reconciled

Jackson’s POV“This nonsense has to stop. I’m going to find the bastard who did this to you, Jade, I promise." I walked to the full-sized mirror, staring at the man in it; it was unrecognisable, especially now that I had just learnt about the person who kidnapped the love of my life, aka my cousin. I wasn’t accepting that fact yet, but it was what it was; even the DNA proved it. I tried to rack my brain on why Lexi would want to hurt Jade, but then I couldn’t find a solid reason.Aside from the fact that she seemed obsessed with me and wanted us to be intimate, but my heart belongs to another. There has to be something going on beneath all these claims.And no matter how possible it looked, I still didn't believe Lexi had enough reason to make Jade suffer like this; she wasn’t alone in this. I could feel it in her bones.These filthy clothes have to go now, I thought as I ripped off the shirt first and threw it onto the bed. I noticed that my fingers were trembling with rage, and th