FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold To My Uncle, Loved By His Son

Jade's POV

"Stand and watch Jade; don't move an inch." Stormy whispered in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine before walking up to the girl in front of him. This wasn't the first time he was doing this.

My stepbrother made me watch him make out with every girl he brought home. That's my punishment for being his stepsister, he always says. He nudged his head, kissing the base of her neck as he kept stealing glances at me.

He trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers slightly caressing her breast. "Ahhh," the girl moaned softly as he dipped his finger in her pants. I swallowed hard as I watched them, knowing fully well it was turning me on.

I was just 19 and had never experienced whatever I was seeing in front of me, but I felt every single thing Stormy was doing to her. And with a swift movement, he stripped her naked, placing her on the bed before sliding his manhood in her.

He drove in and out of her, making her scream out in estacy. I shut my eyes, facing downwards, as I couldn't take it anymore, but Stormy was quick to notice. "Hey bi*ch, raise up your fucking head," he said with a grin playing on his lips.

They continued for hours while I stood there exhausted. And after what felt like an eternity they both climaxed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Seeing that they were fast asleep, I sneaked out of his room back to mine.

I fell on the bed, my legs aching badly, and drifted off to sleep.

~~~~

"Yes, daddy, fuck me harder."

"Oh yessss.... Oh yesss, Stormy."

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block the taunting memories of last night in my head. "Ahhh," I groaned as I stood up from my bed. I had to wake up before my stepfather and stepbrother.

For two days, I hadn't slept well, all thanks to Stormy, who made me stay awake just to watch him and his whore again. I had a lot of work to do. I started washing dishes, then cleaned the house.

My body ached, and my head spun. I felt tired, but I couldn't stop. After an hour, I knew I needed a break, so I sat on the floor in the living room corner. I wasn't allowed on the couch anyway.

This house and everything in it belonged to my late mother, but I was still treated like trash. I rested my head on my knees, feeling unhappy and exhausted. As I sat on the floor, exhaustion took over. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep.

But my rest was short-lived when I suddenly felt my hair being dragged, making me stand up to my feet. Looking up, my eyes met Stepbrother's, his eyes full of rage.

He dragged me through the living room till we got outside, giving me no space to steady my feet. "You're hurting me, Stormy." I cried, but he didn't bulge, and before I knew what was happening, he pushed me into the pool while still holding my hair.

I could feel him press me with force while I struggled to breathe. "Look at your face, Jade!" Stormy said, laughing.

"It's priceless!" I kicked and struggled to stay afloat, but the pool water kept entering into my mouth, nostrils, and ears. I lost count of how many times I swallowed it. My body felt heavy, and my lungs burnt.

"Hel...help...please..." I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible. "What did you say, Jade? Stormy asked, feigning ignorance. I saw blurry dots, my vision fading. My body and mind were exhausted. I couldn't fight anymore.

And just when I thought I'd sink, he brought my face out of the water. I coughed and opened my eyes. Confusion surrounded me. "Am I in heaven?" I asked, hopeful.

Stormy burst into laughter. "No, you're still in hell, Jade. You're still useful to me, so you should be grateful you're not dead," Stormy sneered.

"I wish I was." I muttered under my breath. "What was that?" Stormy's eyes narrowed.

"Nothing," I replied, tears streaming down my face. Stormy's face twisted in anger immediately. He grasped my cheeks, squeezing painfully. "You're hurting me," I pleaded, struggling to break free.

But his grip tightened. "Who asked you to leave without my permission last night?" He asked. I winced, pain shooting through my face. "I'm sorry it won't happen again; just let go of me," I begged with teary eyes.

"What happened here stays secret," Stormy threatened. "If you tell Dad, I'll make sure you suffer a slow, painful death while I watch. And no one will remember you. Understand?"

I struggled, still trying to break free from his grip. "Am I clear?!" he yelled. "Yeah, I won't tell," I stammered. And just immediately his phone rang, and then he picked it up. From the way his facial expression changed, the issue looked serious.

"Just give us one week," Stormy pleaded, but it seems the person on the other end wasn't having it. "I'm giving you 24 hours," the voice said, and before Stormy could say anything, the person hung up.

"Fuck!" Stormy yelled, looking frustrated, as he smashed his phone on the floor before aggressively running his hand through his hair. He turned to look at me, his jaw clenched, before he released his grip on my hair.

As I slowly helped myself out of the pool, I heard my stepfather call me, "Jade!!"

"I'm coming, sir!" I shouted, trying to get up from the ground. I rushed back into the house, cleaning my tears and composing myself. "Where were you and why are you all wet?" My stepfather asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I was cleaning the pool area, and then I mistakenly fell into the pool, sir," I stuttered. My stepfather's gaze lingered, but he said nothing.

"Get my outfit ready, and after that, make breakfast. I'll be going to work early today." He ordered.

"Yes, sir," I responded. "And be fast about it!" He yelled. He was my stepfather but never allowed me to call him dad again. He always treated me nice but completely changed after I lost my mom.

He turned into a complete monster, like a father like a son, they say. I hurried to his wardrobe, picking out his outfit for the day as I shivered in my wet clothes. As I worked, my mind wandered to the pool incident.

Stormy's threat echoed in my mind: "No one will miss you; no one will remember you." I shivered as tears welled up in my eyes. Will no one truly remember me?

After I was done with his outfit, I went downstairs to prepare his coffee and scrambled eggs. I went back up to serve him in his room, where I met Stormy and his dad arguing, and the moment they saw me, they went mute.

Stormy sighed and left the room, still frustrated. I wondered what was actually going on but couldn't dare to ask. I offered him his meal while I stood and watched him eat; that was the rule.

"Are you trying to kill me?" My stepfather suddenly yelled, his face red with anger as he threw the tray on the floor, the coffee splashing everywhere.

"I don't understand... is something wrong, sir?" I asked, confused. "Why did you make the coffee so hot?" He demanded.

"No, I didn't. It wasn't intentional, sir," I explained. Before I could say more, he slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"When I talk to you, keep quiet and accept your mistake, you worthless piece of shit!" He bellowed. "Sir, please, It wasn't intentional. Please spare me," I begged.

"So, you're calling me a liar?" He snapped. "No, sir...please!" I pleaded. But he didn't listen. He rolled up his sleeves, pulled out his belt, and began hitting me repeatedly.

I cried out in pain, pleading for mercy. But I knew he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied. I fell to the ground, helpless. The belt kept coming down; each hit burnt my skin.

"You're worthless to me anyway; you'd be better off a sex slave to someone else. I could definitely use you to get what I want," he said. And in that moment I felt my heart stop beating.

Jade's POV

Sex slave? No, no, this can't be happening right now. "Please, father, I'll do anything you want right now! I don't want to be a sex slave to anyone, please!" I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.

"Don't call me that; I'm not your father!" He yelled. Tears streamed down my cheeks, each drop a testament to my fear and hopelessness. I could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on me, suffocating my spirit.

"I'll be good, I promise! Just don't do this to me!" I clutched my arms around myself, trying to shield my body from the pain and from the reality of my situation.

I knew I had to find a way to reach him, to make him see me as more than just a source of his frustration. "Go and get yourself cleaned up; you'd be leaving today, and I don't want you looking like a mess."

Hearing that I knew it was all planned that's why Stormy and my stepdad looked frustrated. "And don't even try to escape!" That was the last thing I heard my stepfather say before he walked out of the room, leaving me there.

I stood up from the ground and trudged back into the basement, where I was forced to stay. I slowly undressed, revealing the newest bruises to join the collection.

I couldn't hold my tears as I looked at my body. I was malnourished and underfed, and because of that, I was always weak. My mind wandered back to happier times. My mother's warm smile, her gentle touch.

She passed away when I was just ten, leaving me with unanswered questions. My stepfather Atlas said she suffered from a long illness, but the details remained fuzzy.

After her passing, Atlas and Stormy treated me like trash. I became just the perfect target, the scapegoat for their frustrations. The basement was damp and dark, a reflection of my dwindling status.

I felt like a stranger in my own home, a mere spectator to the lives of those who once claimed to love me. From sleeping in the basement, I was deprived of eating good food as I was only given the leftovers most times.

As the years passed, I became a shadow of myself. Broken, battered, and forgotten. My dreams were reduced to mere fantasies, my future uncertain. I stayed all day crying in my room, thinking of how my life would have been if my mom was still alive.

And now being a sex slave to someone would be worse than death. And then it clicked that the one thing that could save me from this nightmare was death. I just couldn't take it anymore. All I wanted right now was to be with my mom.

I remembered the insecticide I got recently, so I quickly put on fresh clothes and headed to the storeroom when I bumped into Stormy and my stepdad, their eyes gleaming with malice.

"And where are you going to? Wanna escape?" Stormy asked. "No..no..I was just heading to the storeroom to grab something," I stammered.

Stormy suddenly moved closer to me, and with a swift movement, he tore off the gown I was wearing, making me stand naked in front of them, their eyes filled with disgust.

And then I stared at him, waiting for those words. "You're filthy with so many bruises; do you think he'll like her dad?" Stormy asked his father.

He spoke like he wasn't responsible for most of my bruises. The tears I had been holding finally rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed. The one thing I tried escaping from was right in front of me now.

"Just give her the other dress; it'll cover her bruises properly," Atlas said, focusing on his phone.

"Take this, shower, and put it on." Stormy handed me the dress before shoving me aggressively, which made me fall to the ground. "Get out now!" He screamed.

I scurried to my feet, not wanting to make him more angry. I stood under the warm bathwater, trying to wash away the fear and anxiety. As I stepped out of the bath, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

The red dress Atlas provided hugged my curves, revealing a figure I never knew I had. It also hid most of my scars, a small mercy. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room, bracing myself for Stormy's reaction.

His eyes widened as he gazed at me. 'Perfect,' he whispered, his voice husky. " He stepped closer, gently unwrapping my hand from around my body.

"This man you're being sold to is deadly." Stormy's words pierced the air, his eyes cold and unwavering.

"Why am I being sold to such a dangerous person then?" My eyes pleaded for an escape, my heart racing with fear.

"Because you're on a mission to kill him, Jade," my stepdad's voice added to the chilling revelation as he approached Stormy and me. I was more than shocked; I was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

"How do I kill a dangerous man when I'm weak?" I asked, my body trembling with uncertainty. "You'd have to do this if you want to be free again." Atlas's words hung heavily in the air, leaving me with a sense of dread and confusion.

I couldn't comprehend why they were putting me in this position, knowing deep down that I might get killed instead. "You see, me and this mafia lord had an altercation, and I also owe him a lot."

"He's ready to take everything that belongs to me, but the only way to avoid that is if he's dead. And only someone very close to him can kill him," he said, his voice low and urgent.

My pulse quickened, the weight of his words settling heavily on my chest. I glanced around the room, searching for an escape from the suffocating reality of the situation.

"And what if I get caught?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Atlas's gaze softened for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his hardened exterior.

He brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear with a tenderness that felt out of place in our grim conversation. "Then that's your cross to carry, Jade... All you have to do is don't get caught," he murmured.

"Do you understand?" I swallowed hard, the implications of his plan swirling in my mind. I understand I have no other choice. My life is over.

"Lastly, we can't have you conscious, Jade," Stormy whispered. And before I knew what was going on, he put his hand over my mouth. And then I felt it-a sharp prick in my arm.

I looked down and saw that he had injected me with something. I could feel my strength starting to fade. As the drug took effect, my vision began to blur. I felt myself slipping away, and I was powerless to stop it.

~~~~

"Hey Jade," a voice called out, sending shivers down my spine the moment my eyes opened. I had been dreading this moment. My hands were finally free from the handcuffs, but my body remained frozen.

Then I heard the voice. It was familiar yet terrifying. But then, whoever this man was, his presence was showcasing more danger, power, and sex. My breath died in my throat the moment he stepped under the light, revealing his imposing figure.

He was tall and muscular with his dark hair, which had few white strands. My mind reeled as his gaze roamed over me. Eduardo Santini, my stepfather's boss, is the most fearsome mafia in the city.

His eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading. "Please." I sobbed, not knowing what to say to him. I stood there, shattered, my world destroyed.

"Enough of the tears, darling; you look more beautiful than the last time I saw you." Eduardo said, breaking the silence as he walked to me.

Jade's POV

My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would come out of my chest. He looked at me, which made me feel uncomfortable under his prying eyes. He licked his lips before stepping closer, making me step back until there was no more space left.

"You now belong to me, darling; you don't have to be scared around me anymore." I sobbed, knowing that there was no way out of this place.

"Stop crying, baby girl," he said in a low voice, making me stop. And in that moment I knew I had to carry out the plan if I wanted to stay alive and take revenge on Stormy and my stepdad.

"Take her to the car," Eduardo ordered. One of his men pulled me outside where the car was. "Let me go!" I screamed out of frustration and thrashed around, but his grip was tight.

He pushed me inside the car and then zoomed off. One thing I knew was that I was going to escape no matter what, and when I do, I'm not going to spare Stormy and his father.

The car finally came to a halt in front of a mansion. It was the most beautiful building on the estate. I was asked to get out of the car while two girls welcomed me.

"This way, please." I was led to a large hall in the building where all the other new slaves were. "This is where all the slaves assemble when the master wants to pick his personal maid."

"I'm Julia, the current personal maid of the master." I wondered what we would do as the boss's bedmaid when Julia spoke again.

"You have to please the master for the week." A whole week? I whispered to myself, shocked. And then a young guy walked into the hall. He was handsome and didn't have a cold expression on his face.

"I'm Lorenzo, the master's cousin and assistant, and your work here is quite easy," he said. "You girls are to do the chores and take proper care of the master and assistant master too," he smiled.

"Julia will show you all to your quarters." He said it briefly after giving all the rules. We were all divided into different rooms. I was put in a room where four girls were.

They all laid on their beds, but I noticed one girl staring at me continuously. She looked familiar, but she kept trying to hide her face. It became so suspicious that I had to walk up to her.

"Hi, I'm Jade," I said, but she ignored me. "You must be one of the new girls," she ignored once again.

Just when I was about to leave, she raised her face, and when I looked at her, I was shocked to the core. It was my best friend, Eloise; she even had a scar on her face and bruises all over her body.

"What happened to you, Eloise? Why are you here too?" I asked her as tears welled up in my eyes. But she didn't say anything to me; I embraced her and tried to make her stop crying.

My eyes widened in horror as I took in my friend's battered face and bruised body. "We'll get through this together, Eloise. I promise," I said, hugging her tightly again.

As we held each other, I knew I had to kill this man if it meant getting our freedom. I couldn't give up, no matter how scared or hurt I was. Hours passed, and we slept off in each other's arms after catching up on so many things.

But I was jolted awake in the quiet of the night by the creaking sound of our room door opening. Everyone else was asleep; my heart raced as I heard the voice of the head maid, cold and commanding.

"Jade, you've been summoned by the master. Follow me now." A chill ran down my spine. It was time to carry out my plan.

I glanced at Eloise, still asleep, blissfully unaware of the danger I was getting into. I knew this was my only chance to change my fate, and I couldn't let it slip away. I took a deep breath, hoping everything would go according to my plan.

"The master wants you clean and make sure you come out smelling like vanilla," she said, gesturing to the most luxurious bathroom I had ever seen.

"Don't keep the master waiting and put on that dress when you're done." And with that, she left. Not wanting to keep Eduardo waiting, I quickly reached for the vanilla-scented body wash.

And in no time, I emerged from the shower, feeling as refreshed as a newborn baby. After drying off, I slipped on the white gown, revealing almost all parts of my body.

But I didn't care; my mind was focused on executing my plan. I followed Julia up to Eduardo's room, my heart pounding in my chest. But as soon as I stepped inside, the confidence I had boasted about moments ago vanished, replaced by fear.

Eduardo's presence was commanding, and I stood there, my legs trembling beneath me. He pressed his body against mine, making me gasp when I felt him. "Please," the word slipped out from my mouth.

He cupped my cheeks in his hands before whispering. "Strip Jade." My eyes widened as I heard his words, which made me freeze in place. I knew this was going to happen, but I felt more scared than ever.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, Jade," he commanded, his anger evident in his tone. "Don't let me do it for you." He snapped. His gaze was fixed on me as I slowly slid the dress down my body, standing naked under his preying eyes.

I wasn't ready to disobey him any further. He let out a growl, examining my body. I gasped as he stroked my erect nipple with his thumb, which he had carefully placed in my mouth, leaving it moist.

He leaned in and kissed me slowly; his breath reeked of alcohol. I was disgusted by everything he did to my body. This man was old I enough to be my father, and yet all he wanted to do was fuck me.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt his hand grab my throat tight as he let out a mischievous grin like he enjoyed it. I gasped for air as I struggled against his grip.

"Stay still, Jade; that's how I like it, and trust me, you'd love it too," he growled. This man was clearly a pervert, and as if that was not enough, he made me face the wall before covering my eyes with a piece of cloth.

Something about him was terrifying, and I couldn't even fight a man as huge as he was. He tied my hands also, and the next thing I found myself aggressively pushed to the bed.

This man wasn't just going to have sex with me; he wanted to rape me, and I wasn't going to let that happen. I felt his hands moving all over my body as I lay there struggling with him. "I love them, fiesty," he whispered.

I knew I had to free myself, and with a swift movement, I unexpectedly unbuckled the cuffs, removed the bind from my eyes, and kicked him hard, which sent him flying to the ground.

I quickly grabbed the gun that was on the table, pointing it towards him. "Ahhh," he groaned as he tried to get up from the floor. "Don't come close to me or I'll shoot you," I said, my hands trembling.

"And what makes you think you can shoot me?" he growled, his eyes red. "I'm not joking, Eduardo; I'll kill you if you fucking come close to me," I yelled. He laughed out loud like I cracked a joke.

This was my chance to carry out the plan, and any slip could be my end, but Eduardo was clearly a smart man, and I didn't want to kill him; I didn't want to be a murderer.

"Please just let me and my friend go." I begged, tears welling up in my eyes. He bit his lower lip, moving towards my direction. "I know you won't shoot me, Jade," he smiled.

And with a twinkle of an eye, he grabbed my hand while I was still holding the gun, and when he noticed I wouldn't let go, he grabbed my throat with his other hand, pushing me to the wall.

"You'll regret ever doing this, Jade," he said, and as he raised his hand to hit me, he paused all of a sudden before looking down at his shirt. My eyes followed his, and what I saw made me freeze.

Eduardo was bleeding!