All Chapters of Desired by the Don : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jayden was stunned by not only her words but her confidence and courage to speak to him that way. Everything about her was fishy, he was trying to figure out things from her, which was the reason why he was enduring her stupid behaviours and words. He believed she has knowledge about Jessica 's whereabouts and his instinct never lie to him. "Sacrifices you have made for me?" Hhe asked her curiousoy, trying to get her to talk."Yes" Lillian responded, coming back to him while looking at him seductively as she continuously licked the bottom of her lips which Jayden saw as disgusting but he was going to endure as long as it was going to lead him to finding about Jessica."What are those sacrifices?" He asked, moving close to her and grabbed her waist. "It's time to play along bitch." He said to him self inwardly while staring nto her eyes like all the information he wanted was in there."Owuu, I like this." Jessica responded, placing her hands on his broad chest as she leaned her face c

The emptiness of George's apartment was a slap in the face. Jayden’s carefully constructed composure began to crumble. He felt a primal rage bubbling up inside him, a dark, consuming force that threatened to overwhelm him. He needed answers, and he needed them now. He picked up his phone, hoping that Joe had send a useful information. Opening the message, he saw his Joe holding one of George who appeared to be weak, it was obvious he had been tortured and beaten severely but refused to talk. Jayden sighed and shook his head, "He wouldn't speak regardless of whatever you do to him." He said out loud and thew the phone on his chair, waiting for Joe to call.An hour later, it was midnight when he returned to his mansion, the silence amplifying the turmoil within him. He couldn't bear to be alone with his thoughts. He needed to do something. He picked up, immediately dialling Ben's number. "Ben," he barked, his voice raw, "Why haven't I gotten any positive feedback, how long do we have to

"Morning, George," Jessica mumbled, forcing a smile as he entered the room. She was perched on the edge of the bed, trying to look casual, like she wasn't an hostage. It had been a week since he kidnapped her and since she last saw Jayden. The thought of Jayden sent a fresh wave of panic through her, quickly masked by the practiced indifference she now wore like a second skin."Morning, Jessica," he replied, his eyes scanning the room, lingering a little too long on her. "You slept well?" He asked, confirm the awkwardness in her behaviour these days, it was obvious she was up to something he didn't know about but would find out."Like a log," she lied, inwardly cursing him. Sleep had become a luxury she could barely afford. Nightmares of Jayden's worried face and George's angry eyes, plagued her every time she closed her eyes.He nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Good. I have some things planned for us today."Jessica's stomach churned. "Oh?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light. "Wh

Jayden was seated in his room, going through the documents sent to him by Joe concerning Eva recent movement, purchases, pictures of her at different locations and all. Suddenly a video flickered to life on his phone screen. He’d received a cryptic message with a link, his heart already a lead weight in his chest. He’d known, somehow, that it was about Jessica. He’d been searching for her relentlessly, following every lead, every whisper, but it had all been dead ends. He pressed play, his breath catching in his throat. The first few seconds were a blur, just a dimly lit room. Then he saw Jessica, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, George appeared. Jayden’s blood ran cold. He felt a rage so intense, so primal, it was like a physical force. He gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white.He watched, his stomach twisting into knots, as George violated her. He wanted to scream, to reach through the screen and rip George apart, but he w

The narrow staircase descended into darkness, the only light source Jayden’s tactical flashlight, cutting a swathe through the oppressive gloom. The air grew colder, heavier, thick with the smell of damp earth and something else… something metallic and faintly sickening. He gripped his gun tighter, his knuckles white. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the echo of his own footsteps on the stone steps.He reached the bottom, the stairs opening into a low-ceilinged chamber. The flashlight beam danced across rough-hewn walls, revealing a space that was more dungeon than basement. Chains hung from the ceiling, their cold iron glinting in the light. In the center of the room, a single bare bulb cast a sickly yellow glow, illuminating a scene that made Jayden’s blood run cold.Jessica was tied to a chair, her wrists bound tightly with rope. Her face was pale, streaked with tears and dirt. A gag covered her mouth, muffling her sobs. Standing before her, his back to Jayden, was George.