All Chapters of Unstoppable Desire (English): Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Nick’s POV I received a secret code from Nathan. While at the hospital, I immediately opened the special app he created himself. There, I saw what I had long feared, the explosion earlier wasn’t an accident. It was a planned attack from the rival group of the organization we were investigating.And it turns out, I’m not the only one who holds a grudge against this group. Many of us have our own hidden resentment toward them. But what I cannot accept is their way of taking revenge, they involve the innocent.While on the phone, I was speaking with General Reyes, a high-ranking government official and one of the few people I truly trust. He has long been an ally in gathering evidence against the organization. I met him through an investigator I had hired. That’s when I also found out… he was a friend of my father back in their time.“Be careful, Nick. Your enemies are heartless. You might get caught between two colliding rocks,” the General warned from the other end of the line.“I und

Third Person POV – Interrogation RoomThe man’s face was barely recognizable, covered in wounds, smeared with blood, and bruised all over, some of them still fresh. His body trembled violently, his hands and feet bound to a steel chair.In the shadowy corner of the dimly lit room, Leon’s eyes glinted, cold, mocking, and seething with rage, as he watched the man, who was on the verge of losing consciousness.“What new information have you gotten out of this man?” Leon’s voice was cold but razor-sharp, cutting through the silence almost in sync with the echo of his footsteps on the concrete floor.“Nothing yet, Leon. This one’s stubborn,” replied the guard, shaking his head while wiping a drop of blood that had hit the floor.“Have you found anything about his family?” Leon asked again, never once taking his eyes off the prisoner.“Yes, we’ve obtained their information and photographs.”“Bring me the pictures.” His voice didn’t rise, but the weight of his words was undeniable.One of th

Jessica’s POVA week had passed since the explosion. In the days that followed, I spent my time painting. That was where I poured out my questions, my fears, and my thirst for the truth.It had also been a week of restlessness, uneasy, unsure how to confront Mom and Dad. Even though the truth was already lying before me, that I wasn’t their biological child, I still refused to believe it until I heard it directly from my parents’ own mouths.Until yesterday, when I decided to have my blood tested again. I couldn’t calm down and was nervous while waiting for the results. But my world collapsed when they finally told me, the result hadn’t changed. I was still blood type A. As painful as it was to accept, I now knew I was not my parents’ biological daughter.“Jessica! Hand me the bag, your dad’s glasses are inside it. Honestly, he’s so stubborn, he’s not even fully recovered yet and already wants to work,” Mom complained.“What?!” I snapped out of my daze.“I said, the red bag, hand it t

Nick’s POVI was gone for two days. I had to fly abroad to take care of business matters, including my ongoing investigation into a secret organization. But even from afar, Jessica was the only thing on my mind. I was worried about her. I knew she was carrying something heavy inside.The moment my plane landed, I headed straight to the Laviste mansion. I didn’t bother stopping by my condo, there was no time for rest, not while Jessica kept haunting my thoughts.Andrea, on the other hand, was busy with some so-called “emergency” at the company. Even though we were married, we were like strangers. And truthfully, it was nothing but a contract between us, an agreement without love, without feelings.As soon as I got out of the car, my attention was caught by the sound of hurried footsteps from inside the house, as if someone was running away. I turned my head and saw a shadow dart out of the mansion and into the woods.I followed.As I walked, a memory hit me, a younger me trailing a lit

Nick’s POVI couldn’t bear Jessica’s gaze. I felt it, guilt. A deep, gnawing guilt. Because I knew I had hurt her too, and I still carry that burden to this day. So I turned my eyes away. If only I could tell her the truth…Even now, I still can’t fully accept it all. Especially now that I know, the child I’d been thinking about for so long… was her. And the woman I saw painting in Paris, the one who caught my attention, wasn’t Andrea. It was Jessica.Sometimes I can’t help but ask God, why?Why did He allow me to love Jessica like this… my own sister? I know what I feel for her goes beyond that of a brother. And I know it’s a grave sin. But why? Why did He allow us to love each other in a way we never should have?Sometimes I wonder if maybe I’m not really Dad’s son. But just the other day, I confirmed it, we all share the same blood type. Type A. Me, Jessica, and Dad. All of us.My fists clenched as I thought about everything Jessica had been through.Since childhood, it’s been not