Todos los capítulos de His Forbidden Desire: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

“Mommy, do I really have to do this?”Jade felt Crown’s small hands clutch her shirt as he buried his face in her chest. He was trembling slightly, his body warm against hers. She tightened her arms around him, gently rocking him back and forth as she kissed his soft hair.“Yes, sweetheart,” she whispered, stroking his back. “It’s just to make sure you’re okay.” Crown had barely spoken since he was pushed down the stairs at school. His usual bright energy had dimmed, replaced by confusion and fear. The bruises on his little arms and legs made Jade’s heart clench every time she looked at him.Ceynol stood by the hospital room window, his expression dark. He was furious. Furious at the security lapses, furious at the people who dared harm their son. His grip tightened on his phone, his knuckles turning white.“Lily’s still out there,” he muttered. “This won’t end until she’s caught.” Jade sighed. She knew how much this situation was weighing on him. Ceynol had always been protective,

The night stretched long and heavy, suffocating in its silence.Inside Ceynol’s private study, the air was thick with tension. The glow from multiple surveillance monitors bathed the room in cold light, flickering across Jade’s tense features. The faint hum of electronics filled the space, accompanied by the occasional crackle of radio feedback.Outside, the world was dark, the soft murmur of distant thunder and a forewarning of the storm creeping in. The rain had started minutes ago, a slow, rhythmic drumming against the windowpane. It was almost hypnotic, lulling the city into an uneasy sleep.But not them.Jade shifted in her seat, arms crossed, her fingers tapping an agitated rhythm against her elbow. She hadn’t spoken in the last five minutes, her sharp gaze locked on the surveillance feeds.Ceynol, seated across from her, exuded his usual calm—too calm. But she knew him well enough to notice the subtle signs. The way his fingers, usually steady, tapped restlessly against the des

Jade had always held the belief that she could manage any situation, including battlefields, negotiations, and near-death experiences. But wedding preparation? That was proving to be her greatest adversary.“Jade, hold still!”Her mother, Jasmine, adjusted the intricate lace detailing on her gown for what had to be the hundredth time.“Mom, I swear if you tug at this dress one more time—”“Oh, hush,” Jasmine scolded, stepping back to admire her work. “You look beautiful.” Her mother complemented. Jade huffed, but when she turned to the mirror, her irritation melted.The dress was nothing like the frilly monstrosities she had feared. It was elegant—a flowing white gown with silver embroidery tracing along the bodice like ivy. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places before cascading into a dramatic train behind her.A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.“Mom? Can I come in?” It was Crown’s voice.“Of course, baby.” She told her child. The door cracked open, a

The golden morning light streamed through the open windows of the villa, emitting a warm glow over the silk sheets that tangled around Jade’s legs. The scent of saltwater and tropical flowers drifted in from outside, mixing with the faint aroma of last night's candlelit dinner.Jade stretched lazily, her muscles pleasantly sore, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. Ceynol’s arm was still draped over her waist, his body radiating heat against her back. She turned slightly, her gaze tracing over his sleeping face—the strong jawline, the faint stubble, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest.For a moment, she just watched him. It was rare to see him like this, completely relaxed. There were no smirks or teasing remarks. Just… at peace.She smiled and carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. But as soon as her feet touched the cool wooden floor—“Where do you think you’re going?”A smirk played on Ceynol’s lips, his voice still thick with sleep. Before she could answer, he rea

The private jet hummed softly as it soared through the sky, cutting through thick clouds that stretched endlessly beyond the windows. Jade sat back in her seat, watching Manila’s city lights in the distance. It had been an intense and fearful flight because of what happened on the island, but she felt a sense of relief washing over her at the thought of finally being home.Beside her, Ceynol was busy typing on his laptop, his jaw tense and his brows furrowed in focus.Jade let out a sigh, resting her head against the plush leather seat. “You’ve been at that for hours. You’re supposed to be relaxing, not plotting someone's downfall.”Ceynol didn’t look up. “Relaxing can wait. This is more important.”She eyed the screen and immediately recognized the files and reports. It wasn’t just anyone he was going after—it was the warden and the entire corrupt prison staff who had allowed Fame to escape.Jade sat up straighter. “You really won’t stop until every last one of them pays, huh?”Ceyno