Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to Jade Neil: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

JADEThe roar of the 800-horsepower V8 engine vibrated through my spine as I slammed the gearshift forward, sending the matte-black Nissan GT-R drifting sideways around the sharp hairpin turn of the abandoned industrial docks. Smoke spewed from the rear tires, the screech of rubber against concrete echoing into the damp night air.I straightened the wheel, stomping on the accelerator as I crossed the makeshift finish line, beating the red Supra behind me by three full car lengths.The crowd of street racers, gamblers, and half-naked party girls went wild, their cheers swallowed by the heavy bass thumping from the speakers mounted on the bed of a nearby pickup truck. I threw the car into park, killed the engine, and kicked the driver’s side door open."Another twenty grand in the bag, Neil!" my mechanic, Marcus, shouted over the music, tossing me a cold bottle of beer as I stepped out into the night air.I caught it with one hand, taking a deep swig, the cold alcohol burning down my th

MADISONThe cathedral was suffocatingly quiet, save for the low, haunting chords of the pipe organ echoing off the gothic stone arches.White lilies acres of them, cut fresh from private greenhouses lined the aisle, their sweet, heavy scent mixing with the stale odor of centuries-old stone and candle wax. Hundreds of high society eyes were locked on me: corrupt politicians, corporate raiders, tech moguls, and gossip columnists, all dressed in tailored black tie, watching the tragic sacrifice of the O’Connell family’s golden child.My mother adjusted my lace veil one last time before stepping back into her pew. Her face was serene, a picture of maternal pride, but her hand had gripped my forearm seconds earlier with a silent, bruising warning: Smile. Don't embarrass us.My dress was a masterwork of haute couture, heavy ivory satin trailing six feet behind me, delicate lace sleeves covering my arms, and a tight, boned corset that made every breath feel like a victory over suffocation. I

JADEThe metallic sound of the lock turning rang through the empty living room like a gunshot.I stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the closed door of the master bedroom. My heart was pounding wildly against my ribs, not from fear, but from a surge of pure, unfiltered fury.She locked me out.In my own damn penthouse."Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my dark hair, shoving the fallen strands out of my eyes. "Unfucking believable."I turned around, pacing back and forth across the concrete living room floor like a caged panther. I had spent my entire life around women who bent over backward just to get a second glance from me. Models, heiresses, street girls, they all laughed at my jokes, tolerated my temper, and lined up for a chance to be in my bed.And then comes Madison O’Connell.A twenty year old girl who looked at me like I was something sticky she had just stepped on in the street. A girl who had the nerve to stand in my kitchen, in a dres