The Driver's Forbidden Love

Chapter 6

Mr. Jones stormed into his room, anger rising like a gathering storm.

"That stubborn daughter of mine…" he spat. "Why couldn't she just do what I want without questioning it? She needs to marry Edward — there's no other option. Edward's father promised to invest in my company once they're married. But Sera is trying to ruin my chances at more money, at our future."

He grabbed a porcelain vase from the table and hurled it against the wall, watching it shatter. The sound was satisfying, but it did little to ease the frustration that had been building in him for weeks.

Elizabeth rushed in, her footsteps quick and light.

"You need to calm down, Jones," she said, her voice carrying that same quiet concern that always irritated him. "Sera is just shocked. She'll come around."

He shot her a glare cold enough to freeze water.

"You don't understand, Elizabeth," he growled, fists clenched. "Sera is the key to our fortune. She needs to marry Edward. We need this investment. Don't you get it? She's the only way forward for this company."

"I do understand, but we can't force her into this," Elizabeth replied, her voice soft but firm.

His anger flared. He stared at her for a long moment, wondering what he'd ever seen in her. What had made him marry a woman so weak, so easily cowed?

He stepped closer, his hand itching to strike her, but he held himself back. Elizabeth caught the look in his eyes and murmured a quiet apology before retreating from the room, shoulders hunched.

Mr. Jones kept pacing, his thoughts racing.

"Sera has to marry Edward. There's no time to waste. I'm doing this for her, of course. I have no intention of letting her stay with Edward after the marriage. The moment the deal is done and his father invests in my company, I'll find a way to take over their business. It'll be mine. I don't care if Sera hates me. Once everything is in place, she can divorce him if she wants. But for now, I have a job to do. I need to make this happen."

With that thought settled, he opened his safe and pulled out a brown envelope, his lips curling into a smirk. Hearing footsteps approach, he quickly hid the envelope — but the sound was fading, moving away down the hall. He stepped out of his room and spotted Elizabeth sneaking around. He followed her quietly.

Elizabeth paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing.

"What is Jones thinking? Does he really believe I'll sit back and let him sell off my daughter to that man? There's no way in hell I'll let Sera marry Edward."

She muttered to herself and grabbed her phone, hands trembling slightly as she scrolled through her contacts. She hesitated a moment, then dialed.

"Hello, darling," Louis's voice answered, smooth as ever.

"Louis, don't call me that," she snapped, voice low, glancing around to make sure no one could hear.

"Sorry, sweetie," he said, tone dripping with mock sweetness. "What's up?"

"I need a favor," she said, her voice turning cold and calculating. "Sera's wedding is coming up, and I need you to delay it. Do whatever it takes."

He laughed, a note of curiosity creeping into his voice. "Delay it? You mean kidnap her?"

"Exactly," she replied sharply. "Whatever it takes. I'll pay you well — I just need her out of the picture."

Louis's laughter faded. "Well, if the pay's good, I suppose we can talk."

She ended the call quickly and sighed with relief — only to turn and find Jones standing in the doorway, watching her.

"What's going on, Elizabeth?" His voice was low, his gaze sharp with intensity.

She froze, heart pounding. The phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.

"Nothing." The word came out too fast, too nervous.

"Who was that?" he pressed, tone sharp and demanding.

"A… um… friend?" she stammered, mouth suddenly dry.

Jones didn't move, his eyes fixed on her as if searching for something more. "Are you hiding something from me?"

She let out a nervous laugh, trying to still her trembling hands. "What… what could I possibly hide from you, my love?"

He studied her for a long moment, gaze cold, then turned and walked away, leaving her to catch her breath. He paused briefly in the hallway before continuing on.

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**Mr. Benson's house (Javan's uncle)**

He sat in his cellar, staring down at the glass of wine in his hand, the dark liquid swirling lazily as his thoughts drifted back to a time long ago.

The photo of Joseph and his family, all smiling together, haunted him. Guilt gnawed at him like a disease.

"I'm sorry, brother," he murmured to the still photo. "I couldn't protect your kids… I couldn't keep my promise. But I'm back now. I'll make it right."

Joseph had been his stepbrother. His death had been a betrayal — killed by someone he'd trusted, a friend who turned on him. Mr. Benson had vowed to take care of Joseph's son, Javan, to give him a future. But then he'd fallen into debt. The loan sharks came after him, forcing a painful decision.

He'd left Javan at an orphanage, promising to come back for him — but never managed to.

Now, everything was different. He was no longer that desperate man. He'd become wealthy — one of the richest men in California. And with that wealth, he vowed to find Javan and fulfill his promise to his brother. He would find whoever had killed his brother's family.

He ran his fingers gently over the edges of the photo. "Sweet revenge, here I come.”