เข้าสู่ระบบJasmine's POV
It was a silent ride to the Carter Coporation, but the mess going on in my head was nowhere near silence. I arrived and took a private elevator to my floor. I didn't feel like seeing or speaking to anyone.
I got to my office and sank in my chair. I threw my head back tapping my fingers on the desk making a sound.
“Ma'am, you are here. I didnt you see come in.” Lucia said and I sat up.
“Lucia what do you think will happen if the company folds up?” I asked her out of the blue and she seemed shocked.
“Do you want my honest answer?” She asked me and I nodded my head even though I don't think I'm ready for it.
“Let's hear it, shoot.” I replied.
“Well that will be cruel. Because they are thousands of employees under this company and they depend on this company to earn a living. They have families and plans. They will forced to go back into the labour market and start looking for jobs all over again.” Julia began talking.
“Some of them are have been here for years. So if the company folds, it's going to be tough for everyone especially if there won't be any notice given.” Julia added.
“And it will be bad for your family reputation. The employees will go berserk, and might even put up protest. Some might even push to sue you.” Julia concluded and I nodded my head.
“I thought of those already. I just thought maybe they could be another outcome, but I guess I was wrong.” My face fell as I spoke.
“Is the company going to fold up?” Julia asked and I inhaled sharply.
“If I don't marry Blake. Yes, it will.” I answered and stood up.
“I was up all night thinking of the perfect solution to this problem. But I'm afraid there isn't any. We don't have any money to compensate the employees. We dont even have the money to pay the employees for this month.” I cried out.
“And there's isn't enough time to come up with a plan good enough to save us from us this mess. If I don't marry Blake or find an alternative before night, then we are doomed.” I turned to Julia as I said.
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It's been hours of endless calls and negotiations. I have called all the banks I know, and not even one is willing to give me a loan huge enough to take care of the situation.
They won't even offer half of what I need. I have made use of all the papers in the company that I'm very sure of. I'm drafting different strategies, but none seems to be making any sense.
I stood across the white boar with so many lines and numbers drawn on it. Julia is standing to my right and waiting for me to say something.
My head spurned, I threw my hands in the air, finding something to hold as I found it difficult to breathe.
“Ma'am, I think you need to take a rest at this point. You've not had a break or even something to eat. If you fall sick, you won't be able to save the company.” Julia said and I chuckled softly.
“I can't save the company either ways. I don't know what to do Julia. For the first time in my life, I have no idea what to do.” I inhaled softly as my breath regulated.
“I'm left with no choice then. I guess I'm going to have to suck up to that arrogant goose.” I surrendered accepting defeat.
“Let's get going Julia, I need to go see my future husband.” I said and walked out of my office with my bag in my hands.
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I stood in front of the restaurant with my fist clenched together. I exhaled sharply as I tugged down at my dress nervously. I have never felt more humiliated in my life.
To think I have no choice in this matter makes it more depressing for me. I wish I can just turn and run back.
I will never forgive my father for putting me in this kind of difficult situation. I have done nothing wrong to deserve such an ill fate.
I shut my eyes and took a step, I took another and in a matter of minutes, I was already inside the restaurant.
“Miss Jasmine Carter?” I heard my name and turned. I didn't need anyone to tell me this is one of Blake's men. His all black outfit says it all, they have the same dark personality.
“Yes that's me.” I shrugged as I answered him.
“This way please.” He said and I looked at him with surprise.
“Please! At least you are polite unlike that goose you call a boss.” I didn't pass on the chance to talk behind his back. Just the thought of seeing his face makes my blood boil.
We arrived at the VVIP section, and the guy who escorted me here opened the door for me. As soon as I stepped into the section, my eyes met with that of Blake, and I froze.
I felt my heart flip as my eyes locked with his. He looked different tonight, and the aura around him seemed surprisingly calm.
I staggered a bit as I walked towards him. My knees grew weak, and I could not stop looking at him.
His expensive suit was no match for the glow that radiated around him. His handsome face stood out, and his long legs stood firmly on the floor…
I shook my head as I struggled to concentrate.
What the hell am I thinking? I scolded myself. There's no way I'm finding this arrogant goose attractive. I guess my nervousness is making me see things that aren't there.
“What are you doing standing?” I stuttered trying to break the awkward atmosphere that surrounded us.
“What do you think? Welcoming my future wife.” He smirked.
Blake’s POVI drove faster than I ever had in my life. My hands gripped the wheel so hard my knuckles burned. All I could think about was Jasmine, my child, and the way my gut told me something was very wrong.When I reached the house, the first thing I saw were workers running around outside. Some shouted, some carried buckets of water, some just stood frozen. I jumped out of my car.“What happened?” I shouted at the first man I saw.He shook his head, his eyes wide. “Sir, fire! The house—there’s fire inside!”My heart slammed against my ribs. “Where is she? Where is Jasmine? My child?!”No one gave me a clear answer. They looked away, mumbling, pointing at smoke rising from the back. Then I heard Maria, the maid stumble toward me, coughing, her face streaked with tears.“Sir—” she gasped. “She’s inside! Jasmine is trapped inside! I tried—I couldn’t—” She broke down, covering her face.My world spun. For a second I couldn’t move, couldn’t even hear anything but the rush in my ears. T
Blake’s POV My phone rang in the evening while I was staring at the ceiling of my hotel room. I had been waiting all day for a sign, for something to tell me that Jasmine was safe. When I saw the number on the screen, my heart almost stopped. It was the number of the phone I gave to the maid. I jumped to my feet so fast that the chair behind me fell. My chest was tight as I answered. “Hello?” I said, my voice sharp. “Sir,” the woman’s voice whispered. She sounded scared. “I have the phone. I will meet you now.” “Where?” I asked quickly. “The same place you told me about before,” she said. “I’m on my way,” I replied, grabbing my keys and running out of the room. I drove like a mad man through the evening traffic. My hands gripped the wheel so hard they hurt. All I could think about was Jasmine. Did she manage to do it? Did she take the risk for me? For herself? For her child? My chest burned with hope and fear at the same time. When I reached the spot, I parked and jum
Jasmine pov I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding. My hands refused to stay still; they shook so much I had to hide them in my lap. The room was quiet, too quiet. I could hear the sound of my breath, and even that felt loud. The door creaked open. My maid stepped inside with her head bent low. She looked nervous, her eyes darting to the corners of the room before they landed on me. She closed the door quickly and walked toward me. “Madam,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. “He is in the study. I don’t have much time.” Her hand slid from under her apron, and I froze when I saw what she held. A phone. I looked at her, then at the phone, and back at her again. My lips parted, but no words came out. “Take it,” she whispered again. Her fingers trembled as if the phone burned her skin. “No,” I shook my head. “I… I can’t.” My voice cracked. “If he finds out—” “He won’t,” she cut me off quickly. “You have to trust me. This is from someone who cares about you
Blake’s POV I stood at the usual spot, the one where Jasmine and I always met. It was late at night. The sky was dark, but the moon gave enough light to see the empty street. I had been waiting for almost an hour. Every time I heard footsteps or a shadow moved, I thought it was her. But no one came. I checked the time again and again but it kept on ticking without her appearance. Maybe she was not coming. Maybe something had happened. I pushed my hands inside my pockets and looked down the street again. Still nothing. “She’s not coming,” I whispered to myself. My voice sounded broken in the quiet night. I stayed a few more minutes. Hope kept me rooted there. But as time went on, the hope faded. My legs felt heavy and tired from standing in hours waiting for her. My heart hurt. I finally sighed and turned to leave. I had only taken a few steps when a sharp whistle cut through the silence. I froze. Slowly, I turned around. A woman stood a few feet away, her hands on her h
Jasmine’s POV I walked back slowly, my steps light as if the ground could betray me. My heart was still racing. Blake’s face lingered in my mind, his eyes, his smile. For a moment, I wanted to turn back, run into his arms, and press my lips to his. But I stopped myself. No. Not now. Not here. I had to control it. If I went back, I might never return. His eyes had lit up when he saw the baby, when he held and cradled him in his arms, when his lips met with his cheeks. He didn't want to let go of the baby and I thought I'd have to plead with him to let go. I reached the back door and slipped inside like a thief. The house was quiet, too quiet, the kind that makes your skin prickle. I held my breath, listening. No sound. Good. I hurried to the bedroom to the crib and placed the baby in it. He was curled and sleeping peacefully, her tiny fist curled to her face. I didn't know what Blake did to him to make him keep quiet. He looked peaceful, and for a second, I smiled. I bent down
Blake’s POV I looked at her. My heart wanted to pull her close and never let her go, but her eyes told me something else. She looked scared. Tired. I swallowed hard and said softly, “So… you need more time?” She nodded. “Yes, Blake. Please… just give me time.” Time.Time. The word hit me like a punch. That word hurt like any other thing. I wanted her now. I wanted to hold her, to come with me, leave the blasted man behind, and never look back and take her far from him, make her mine again. But I also knew I couldn’t force her. I saw the fear in her voice and I knew forcing her would only push her away. And it was the last thing I wanted. I swallowed hard. “More time?” I asked slowly, just to make sure I heard right. “Yes,” she whispered again. Her fingers twisted together like she was nervous. I let out a slow breath. “Alright,” I said, even though it felt like cutting my own skin. “If that’s what you want… I’ll give you time.” She looked at me then, and for a moment, I s







