WRITER'S POVVera thought she has seen everything that Jack has, especially after looking him up on the internet and researching his net worth, and seeing his private jet worth billions of dollars until she stood gaping at two expensive yachts.Her eyes flew surprisingly to his face when he cleared her doubts by saying that they belong to him and he wants her to enter it all first because they are brand new."Jack…" she trailed off.He threw his arm possessively over her shoulder and nibbled on her earlobe. "Come on, stop making me feel like I shouldn't have bought it. I just wanted to own everything that was a dream to me when I was a kid," "That's not what I… Holy heavens Jack! So why were you so worried about the company going bankrupt while you have so much that the fall of the company wouldn't affect your status?!" She bursted out.He walked close to one of the yachts, and placed a hand on the body. The lights, in and out were fully alive that one would mistake the night for day

JACKSON'S POV"Merry Christmas, Mom!" Tim joyously flew into Vera's arms immediately as we opened the door."Oh, sweetheart! I wish you the best, and nothing but the best! Come here, I'm going to bake, fry and cook just whatever you want. Mention anything at all, honey!" Vera pecked him."What about me, Tim? I can't believe you didn't notice me just now!" I complained."No, dad. I… I… was just overwhelmed… Okay, happy Christmas!" He stuttered and ran to hug me."It's okay, dear. I understand, and I love you. I will be upstairs," I wanted to excuse myself, but Vera caught my arm."We all are going into the kitchen to cook. You will fry anything that needs to be fried. Move it!" She smiled fauxly."What? You are joking, right?" I grumbled.She knows how much I hate frying! The last time I stayed with her in the kitchen, she made me cut the onions to punish me. I know what she would do this time when she mentioned frying.She dragged me to the kitchen and I sat down on a stool as she bro

JACKSON'S POVI really wanted to believe that she's telling the truth, but I can't be deceived by her again. She looked confused the first time Vera said something about the red envelope and lily flower, but she had also said that she was the one and there's nothing anyone could do about it.Looking into her eyes, there was a hint of innocence in them. I looked away sharply and checked my wristwatch as if the time was of any importance to me."Don't take me for a fool, Monica. People change, and you changed when I was bedridden. I don't know you anymore." I said sadly, and went to sit down."Too bad, because you changed too. Just know that someone gave me that envelope on Christmas Eve and I was gonna trash it, but I decided to dump it on her since it's of no importance to me." She said, wiped her face, then turned and left the hospital.I looked down at my hands and thought of what I had done. Vera is suffering now because of me. Oh, God, please, don't let anything happen to her or

JACKSON'S POVI could say that I barged into Hannah's house because I was knocking and I felt the door shift inside, I simply pushed it open wide and got inside before she came out to meet me.I saw the surprise in her eyes before it disappeared. I know that she would know Vera's whereabouts and that's why she flinched when she saw me."Jack…" she trailed off."I figured she would tell you. Where did she go?" I asked, managing a weary smile.I placed my hand on the counter in her kitchen, ignoring her obvious invitation to come into the living room and sit down. I leaned over the counter and shrugged when furrowed her brows inquisitively."New Orleans. I really wanted to tell you, but I gave her my word. Jack, I think Vera is confused and afraid. The best thing for you to do is give her some time to really discover what she wants and come back to get it," Hannah empathized."I didn't know that everything would get to this point. I don't even know if I can make that promise to you righ

JACKSON'S POVI know that it's a useless thing to do, but I went to the plantation to make an inquiry regarding Monica and Timothy.Monica never liked coming to the plantation, so nothing would have made her come there. I sat down on top of a fallen tree and watched the laborers do their job. I have asked everyone of them if they saw her or my son, but they all said the same thing that no one else apart from the people I am seeing came to the farm.I remembered coming here with Vera and Tim and how I had been thinking of bringing her here with two more sons in the future. The future has been cut short and I don't see any reason why I should keep living. Why is it always like this for me? Whenever I thought I was going to be happy, something creeps up my sleeve and bites my neck and I would find it hard to laugh again.Look at these people working in this hot sun and laughing loudly, cracking dirty jokes and playing, at the same time working hard to meet the deadline and get their f