JASMINE P.O.V
Restless as the scene of the event replayed in my mind, I looked harried, tightening my fist and puffing on smoke to relax.
Why is she so bent on ruining me? First, she took Drake from me, now she's going after everything I have.
“Ahhhhhh!” An agonizing scream left my mouth as I smacked the wine bottle against the wall.
My maid ran towards me…
“Madam, are you okay?”
“Get the fuck off my sight!!! You stinking thing!” I yelled at her as she scrambled away like a scared cat.
Running my hands through my hair, my face scrunched up as I released a deep breath.
Tomorrow is the award for Face of New York. I have always won it. I won’t let her take it from me. Biting my lips, a thought struck me.
It’s time to use the information I have on her.
Mrs. Bella Houston, you won’t know what hit you.
Smirking, I pulled out my phone to make a call.
“Post it,” I said, smiling.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day…
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I cross-checked the mirror; the st
