Edward X Jacob Novels & Stories

"We have been fooled for all these years, " said Eddy standing on the edge of the balcony. Jacob took a deep breath and said, "so it is all because of Mark..." "Yes..." replied Eddy tightening his fist. "But why did he do that? He used to love her or that is what he showed us back then. I cannot believe I was decisive by him. I thought I could reach his mind, but I was wrong," said Jacob in disbelief. "I don't know whatever he showed back then was his love or not, and now we cannot even ask him. He is already dead. But good for him otherwise I would be the one to kill him," muttered Eddy gritting his teeth in anger.

He begged, “Please, wait. I understand you are suspicious—” “Well, you can tell your boss thanks for the offer, but I will do what I need to do myself.” I made to leave once more. “Edward Paxton. He is the CEO of AceHub.” My jaw dropped in disbelief. Edward Paxton? That Edward from the great Paxton lineage? I lowered myself back into the seat, deep in thought.

But he was back at the capital, attending to royal duties and going along to all Robb’s outreach to unite the kingdom, as well as the neighbouring ones in the war, which he believed was closer than ever. Edward had been back doing his duties and he wouldn’t even talk about what happened with Kailani and it was as if she never existed. However, once in a while, Xavier would catch him staring into space with a pained look on his face. It was obvious he longed for her and knowing he couldn’t be with her weighed on him immensely. Edward was the master of masking his emotions and intention, and even when he was hurt, he barely showed it. He had always taken care of everyone and everything but bar

Natalie was shocked. The man in her passenger seat finally opened his eyes. His gaze was calm yet piercing. His voice was composed. "Ms. Sharp, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Edward Ford." He let out a tiny laugh. "I'm Jacob's younger brother." The words took her aback. Natalie didn't know much about Jacob, much less about a younger brother. "I don't know you." Edward's smile deepened. "I'm Matthew's adopted son, Edward. And Ophelia's brother."

Letta could guess that the lengthy debate they had been conducting since earlier would be won by her husband. Jacob was really giving Marco an unfriendly look when Marco ended the argument, stating that Jacob and his family had no rights to the Jovanka assets. Edward held their signatures that transferred all the assets inherited to Edward, because of Jovanka's past downturn that made Edward work hard to revive the Jovanka name as it is now.

Jacob said calmly, folding his hands behind his back. His eyes slowly turned toward me. “You want to drag our family into war with the most powerful families in the world,” he continued. Then he laughed softly. “And you expect us to believe this… American… can save us?” His finger pointed directly at me. “This man claims to be John Edison.” Murmurs spread across the room. “Do you really believe he stopped the war between the Wang Family and the Clifton Family?” Jacob continued. His voice grew louder. “That war has been going on for years!”

"How did this brat turn out so heartless!?" Their heated discussion had been ongoing for quite some time, centered around the international business Edward had established years ago. He had started that company after divorcing his first wife, Alex’s mother. Over the years, the company had flourished, now boasting a market value in the tens of billions. Though it was smaller than Galaxy Empire, it was still an empire in its own right. Under Jaxon’s management, the company had grown steadily, and Edward had intended for his second son to inherit it completely.

She links her hands together and rests her chin on them. "Yes, I am." I smirk, unable to help the thrill of satisfaction that runs through me knowing my presence here irritates Jenny. "Please don't start, Mom; she's only here because I knew Nana would be excited to see her." Jacob says, pulling out a chair for me. I'm about to sit, but a gravelly voice halts my actions. "It's bad enough that you dared to enter my home. But now you want to sit at my table?" Jacob's grandfather, Edward, says. He is a handsome man, in his seventies with all gray hair. His gray eyes, almost identical to Jacob's, swim with hatred.

"It’s nice to meet you, Aunt Elizabeth." Before she could respond, a man in his fifties, tall and broad-shouldered, stepped up beside her. His face was a mirror of my father’s, the same sharp jawline, the same eyes. "I’m Jacob," he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. "Edward’s younger brother. It’s good to finally meet you, Victoria." I shook his hand firmly, feeling the weight of this moment. "It’s nice to meet you too."

He did not try to stir up trouble despite drinking so much, but he laid on the sofa and massaged his temples with a long face. Jake stopped drinking as well upon noticing Edward’s condition. He pulled out a stick of cigarette from the booth on the side. He had just lit up the cigarette when he remembered that Edward hated cigarette smoke, so he hastily extinguished it. Unexpectedly, Edward extended his hand toward him, stuck out his index finger from his fisted hand, and beckoned at him. Jake was stunned for a moment. He was caught off-guard, so he had no idea what Edward wanted to do, and he just stared at Edward absentmindedly.