All Chapters of FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold to My Uncle, Loved by His Son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jackson’s POVI sat alone in the garden watching as the evening sun cast a shimmer of light across the rippling surface of the pool. The cold iron of the chair pressed uncomfortably against my back, a constant, jarring reminder of the tension that filled the air. My fingers drummed anxiously against the crisp paper folded neatly in my pocket, the rhythmic tapping a futile attempt to calm the storm of nerves swirling within me.It was an envelope containing tickets to the enchanting city of Paris, a gateway to vibrant streets, stunning architecture, and a rich tapestry of culture waiting to be explored. The corner of the paper pricked against my inner thigh like a secret begging to be exposed. I can hardly contain my excitement at the thought of her expression when she steps out and I share this incredible news with her. We had planned to spend seven magical days together, lost in laughter as we strolled hand in hand beneath the iconic silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, its grandeur sh

Jackson’s POVWho could be looking at me at this time of the night? This was a rhetorical question that surely needed an answer. I glanced at my watch again; it was barely 10 pm. Whoever was here seeking my presence surely didn't know that it was time for bedtime. As I walked down the stairs, so many questions filled my head, and Jade crossed my mind too. I cannot imagine why anyone would try to hurt her again. I honestly thought I had commanded no one to ever lay a hand on her. Or maybe the maiden was right, and it was an accident.We all make mistakes, so I won't act like I am innocent. The house was so quiet, too quiet, that only the chirping of birds outside was heard loud and clear, like they were inside the room.This silence didn't make things any better; it only worsened my curiosity and anxiety. Then I saw her, the very woman who seemed to be in my presence late at night.Lexi.She looked different today; her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and as she leaned her back in t

Jackson’s POVI hope I was making the right decision. I said as I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt slowly taking one last glimpse at my reflection in the mirror. I looked exquisite and handsome, like a young rich billionaire dressing up for a dinner date. My dark eyes shimmered in the dark and my hair was gelled backward, there was a smirk at the edge of my lips. I had no idea why I was smiling, but I knew I looked too good.My suit was well smoothened and crisp, and my wristwatch screamed of luxury. The handsome man staring at me made me even more confident. I looked good; it was no news.Maybe too good, like I was trying to impress someone who wasn't Jade, a business partner who I barely knew, a spoiled, rich, classy girl who was opportunistic enough to get her hands on money and was smart about how to manage it.She wasn't the usual rich girl; she was a sensible one. But tonight I'm not going to think about that. I was going to be positive, and this meeting was only going to be abou

Julia’s POV“I don’t regret giving her that tea!” I said smiling like a maniac as I stood before the full-sized mirror staring back at the pathetic lady who looked at me.My face was painted with my tears, and my lips trembled between a smile and a sob. I didn’t do anything wrong; God knew I was only trying to protect my love.I just needed someone to call mine, and that person couldn't be anyone other than Jackson. I want someone who would look into my eyes while he tells me he loves me so much.I want someone who would look at me the same way they stared at their favourite cake. I wanted to be that special person for them, my better half. I felt like I was dreaming, but something inside of me told me it could be possible.I just wanted to be stupid together with someone who didn’t see me as a low-life maiden; Jackson was that perfect person, and he ticked all my boxes. I sniffled, my eyes red and swollen. What have I done?Have I gone too far to achieve this quest of protecting my o

Jade’s POVI survived hell once again. The wind is blowing hard, and the atmosphere is cool; the perfect weather for a good sleep, but I can't seem to find sleep.Sleep was far from me. I lay on this bed, my body aching from my falling down the stairs. My room was bathed in warm red light, the perfect illumination I need right now. My head was pounding, and bright light would only intensify my pain. I swallowed hard, the stale air did nothing to help the nausea that was growing in my stomach. Was it because I had just survived death or was I simply hungry?Maybe it was the latter; I don't know. Every movement I made, even the slightest, a dull throb of pain erupted throughout my ribs, a reminder that I needed to get enough rest if I was ever going to surge the night.Maybe I should relax and allow my mind to wander. I initially hated that I easily trusted her; after all, she was the reason I was in this horrible condition. I loathed that I trusted anyone so readily. That was my flaw.