Chapter: Chapter 7 ā The Billionaireās WorldChapter 7 ā The Billionaireās World Jasmine stood in front of her wardrobe, staring blankly at rows of clothes that suddenly felt too plain for the world she was stepping into. Half of them still smelled faintly of lavender detergent and old perfume, but none screamed soon to be wife of a billionaire. jasmine let out a deep sign, discourage at the sight of her wardrobe, " if I'm going to do this I need clothes, like actual nice clothes, Jamie sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through her phone. āOkay, hear me out ā you need something that says I might be forced into this marriage, but I still own the room.ā Jasmine gave a weak laugh. āIs there a store section for that?ā Jamie grinned. āIf there isnāt, weāll invent one.ā They spent the next twenty minutes pulling clothes out, tossing dresses across the bed, debating colors and necklines. āBlackās too dramatic.ā āRedās too wedding-night fantasy.ā āWhiteās off-limits for obvious reasons.ā Jasmine sighed, holding up a sof
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Chapter: Chapter 6 ā The Breaking PointChapter 6 ā The Breaking Point The first thing Jasmine felt was cold. The kind that seeps through skin and settles in bone. A faint, mechanical beeping pulsed beside her, steady and cruel. When her eyes fluttered open, everything came back at once. The hospital. The sterile white walls. The smell of antiseptic and sadness. And her mother. Maria lay still on the bed, her face ghostly under the pale light. Machines hummed softly, wires snaking from her fragile arms. Jasmine sat in the chair beside her, realizing she had fallen asleep there ā her fingers still locked around her motherās hand. Her throat was raw, her body aching. When she touched her face, she felt the tightness of dried tears and the faint salt that had crusted along her cheeks. Her eyes stung, swollen and dark. She looked like someone who had forgotten what rest meant. āMomā¦ā Her voice cracked. āPlease wake up. I donāt know what to do anymore.ā The only response was the unfeeling rhythm of the heart moni
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Chapter: Chapter 5: could he really resist her?Chapter 5: could he really resist her? Barbaraās eyes widened as she rose from her seat almost jumping . āSecurity! Now!ā she called sharply, panic in her voice. Alexās hand shot up, stopping her. āNo need,ā he said smoothly, his voice calm but carrying a dangerous undertone. āIāll handle this.ā and with that he got up and shoved the woman outside the room. Jasmine, drenched and fuming, hadnāt moved. Her fatherās eyes narrowed. āWhy donāt you get out of the way, Jasmine?ā he barked. She didnāt flinch. She just glared at him, letting the silence hang heavy between them. he just had a way of finding fault in everything she did. Then, almost imperceptibly, a smile curved her lips. She smoothed her wine-stained dress and turned to Barbara. āI should apologize. I think itās best if I take myleave. Barbara blinked, then nodded, quickly regaining her composure. āOf course, dear. Are you sure?ā āYes,ā Jasmine said firmly, her gaze flicking toward her father, who gave nothing a
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Chapter: Chapter 4, so much for belonging
chapter 4, so much for belonging Jasmine tossed and turned on her small bed until morning finally dragged her out of it. She shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she reached for the kettle. The place was too quiet. Too still. The empty chair across the table reminded her that her mother wasnāt there to fill the silence. Her phone buzzed on the counter. Two messages. The first, from the one man she wished wasnāt tied to her. > Youāll be meeting them at Grand Royal Hotel. 10 p.m. Donāt be late. And donāt mess anything up. She let out a deep sign. It still amazed her sometimesāshe was the one who went searching for him after twenty years, hoping maybe heād want her now. But he treated her like she was dirt . And this time, she was tired of trying to be daddy's perfect little girl. She opened the second message. > Meeting is at 10. Donāt wear redāmy mother hates it. . āAlex. She blinked at the screen. How the hell did he even get her number? Then a
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Chapter: Chapter 3 ā The Proposal. Chapter 3 ā The Proposal. The silence inside the car felt heavy and a bit suffocating. Jasmine sat by the window, her fingers playing with the strap of her bag as the car smoothly made it's way to their destination . The night outside looked too beautiful for how hollow she felt inside. She hadnāt planned this ā sitting in a strangerās car, her entire life tilting toward something she couldnāt understand. Alexander Phillips did not speak. He was seated beside her, calm in that unnerving way people are when the world always bends to their will. The glow from the dashboard caught the hard line of his jaw, the slight shadow of stubble, the watch glinting on his wrist ā subtle, expensive, understated power. Everything about him screamed control. When the car finally stopped in front of a quiet, waterfront restaurant, Jasmine blinked repeatedly confused. āI didnāt agree to dinner,āshe said, trying to sound firm. Alexander opened his door first, calmly like the world works with
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Chapter: Chaper 2: I'm Alexander Philips Chaper 2: I'm Alexander Philips The hallway felt colder on the way out. Jasmine walked with measured steps, not trusting her knees to move too fast, she might fall on her face. The silence in the mansion pressed against her ears, heavier than before. She didnāt look back at the office door. She wouldnāt give him that. She shouldnāt have come. The thought cut through her like a blade, clean and merciless. Her mother had warned her years agoāHe made his choice. Donāt ever expect him to unmake it. Jasmine hadnāt believed he could be this cruel toward them, not when his blood was in her veins. But now she knew better. He hadnāt changed He never cared. Not about her. Not about her mother. Not about anything that didnāt serve him. She regretted looking for him. Regretted walking into his world and thinking the word āfatherā meant something. But at least nowāat least nowāher mother would live. That was the only thing keeping her legs moving. She was almost at the fro
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