Jasmine'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.
Jasmine’s POVThe rain had slowed down, and the thunder was not so loud anymore. I was still in the living room, curled on the couch with my favorite blanket and a fantasy romance book in my hands. The title was Zodiac Academy. I had just gotten to the part where everything was getting heated — The Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac — and I couldn’t put it down. I was fully inside that world, far away from the thunder outside or the weird tension in this house.Blake stood up and stretched. He looked toward the kitchen and then back at me.“I’m going to check the power box,” he offered. “Maybe I can fix the lights.”I nodded without looking up from my book. “Go be a man, honey,” I said with a small smile.He rolled his eyes and walked off. I kept reading. My heart was still beating fast...not from the storm, but from the part of the book where the main character was surrounded by her enemies-turned-lovers. And the fact she wanted all of them, and not just one. I was thoughtful of how a norma
BLAKEI stared stupefied at her but got up anyway without dwelling much on her words. I jogged the few steps separating us and was beside her. I slipped my fingers into her arms as we walked slowly toward the car. Jasmine was still humming lightly beside me, holding the leftover ice cream cup. Her lips were slightly stained from the strawberry, and her cheeks still had that pink glow. She looked happy like a child who just got a gift from her parents. She even fixed her hair a little, and smoothed down her clothes. No one would ever know she had just been sitting in my lap a few minutes ago and playing dirty with me.I pressed the button from a far distance to unlock the car.We got forward and that was when I saw her.A woman sat on the hood of the car. One leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers. She was dressed in something tight and expensive. Her long legs were graved in a long heel, her round face was blessed with sunglasses. She had red lips and blonde hair.
JASMINEAfter the incident at the elevator, I could tell Blake was still mad. He didn’t say it out loud, but I knew. His jaw was tight, and he hadn’t smiled once since we left. I tried to ignore him. I sat beside him in the car as we left the office, but he didn’t even glance at me.He was mad because I spoke in the meeting. But I didn’t care. I had to speak. They were trying to break him down, and I just couldn’t sit there. I had to do something. And besides who knew if it was a test to know if the marriage was really standing...like what Caldwell had made us do. What if the executives suddenly got this weird idea about it..."You know the wife was sitting with her husband while we bash him left and right, and she didn't bother to say a word in his defense." If a word like this got out to the public, there was no way we were going to get off the hook so easily. And besides I always had a thing for bullies like the executive and I hate to watch people close to me insulted. Not like Bl
Blake’s POV“This meeting is important,” I told her as we left the house. “All I need you to do is sit and smile.”Jasmine rolled her eyes. “I’m not a flower vase, Blake.”“I didn’t say you were,” I grabbed her hands and hauled her over to face me. My gaze fixed on her and she swallowed at the intensity of it. “But today, just act like one. Sit. Look pretty. Smile. That’s it. Don’t speak. Don’t even cough.”She raised her brow. “And if I do?”I looked straight ahead. “If you don’t behave, I’ll punish you. You know that.”She scoffed. “Touch me and I’ll cut off your hand. I’ll send it to your father, wrapped in one of your suits.” she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at me And damn, if she didn't look cute but I won't let her face card deceive me.I burst out laughing. I shook my head as I opened the car door. “You’re becoming scary and sweet, little monster.”She climbed in with a smirk. “And you like it. Don't try to lie.”I flashed her a grin and got into the car. We didn’t talk
Jasmine’s POVI didn’t want to do this. I really didn’t.Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection. My hair was done. My face was painted with soft makeup. I wore the dress Blake had picked out for me a week ago. It was black. I was happy when he handed me the bag but I didn't show it. It was a backless, tight gown and it clung to every part of my body. I looked beautiful, yes. But inside, I felt cold. I didn’t want to go to this stupid party. I didn’t want to pretend to be in love with a devil. Not after everything Blake did. Not after the rain.I still remembered that night. The sound of the rain pouring. The way my body had shaken in fright, the way my heart had raced, and Blake...letting me out of the car like he didn't care. Like he hadn't seen what it was doing to me. He used it against me. He did it on purpose. And now, I had to smile and hold his hand in front of rich strangers?I had called Julia in the morning after I got to work, and told her about what Bla
BLAKE It’s been four days since that night.The fundraiser. The slap. The rain. The scream. The rope. The beach. The slap again. The silence after that.She hasn’t said one word to me. Not at home. Not at work. Not in the car. Not in the hallways. Not even accidentally.Nothing.I’ve tried. Not because I wanted to talk but because… I don’t know. Maybe guilt. Perhaps fear. Possibly shame.She almost died and it was my fault.I didn’t plan it. I didn’t mean it. But still… it happened. I left her in the rain, knowing fully well it was her phobia. I drove off, leaving her alone, and she could’ve been gone.I still hear her scream occasionally. In my head. Like a bell. Like a constant warning. I’ve apologized. Not once. Not twice. So many times.She doesn’t reply. She doesn’t even look at me.During work day's, she goes to office very early, she refuse to reply to my tests and answer my calls. And she closes early every day, so I won't get the chance to corner and pick her at the company,