Jasmine's POV
I tiptoed into the office and made way to dad's desk. I scurried through the desk, hoping to find anything to at least give me a hint.
After almost an hour of endless searching, I came across some documents binded together. It seems weird because those documents were kept along with a document from ten years ago. It was so obvious that my dad was keeping it a secret.
“What the hell are you hiding, dad?” I muttered beneath my breath. All of a sudden, I heard fast approaching footsteps, almost like someone was running towards my direction.
“Aahh!!” I screamed as soon as I noticed someone's presence.
“Miss Jasmine, it's Julia.” Julia's voice ran through, and I sighed in relief.
“Why were you running? You scared the shit out of me. I thought that was Dad, what have you got?” I asked her, and she placed some documents on the desk.
“I think you might want to see for yourself, Miss.” She said, and I frowned.
I exhaled sharply as I picked the paper up, and my curiosity heightened through the roof. I was scared through the papers swiftly, trying to memorise every little detail.
The paper fell off my hand as they grew weak and numb. I looked up at Julia, horrified, to say the least.
“There has to be an explanation for this. How did this happen without my approval? All the company's money gone? Who the fuck authorised the transaction?” I yelled, my eyes wet with tears.
“Its only the chairman that could have made such a move. He's the only one who has a higher authority than you.” Julia explained logically.
I immediately flipped through the document that I found and read through.
“No…” I slammed my fist on the desk repeatedly in anger. My face flushed as I clamped my palm hard on the desk, causing my fingers to bleed.
“Ma'am…” Julia called. I sat down for a while, drawing deep breaths in hopes of calming down, but that didn't work.
“We will see tomorrow. Lock the doors and go home.” I said and stormed out of the office.
I arrived at the mansion and headed straight to my dad's study room. That's where he usually is at this time.
“Dad!!” I yelled my voice thundering the hallways.
“Dad!!” I screamed this time, anger ravaging my being.
“Jasmine, why are you shouting in such a manner. It's late and everyone is asleep. I'm tired and want to sleep. And if this is about your marriage to Blake. Quit trying to stop it, because it's going to take place.” My dad said and I slammed the documents on the floor.
Mu dad flinched and almost tripped on the bed. He looked at me and picked up the documents. I guess he recognised one of them right away because his face dropped immediately.
“How did you find this? What are you… Where you going through my stuffs?” He questioned and I chuckled softly.
“I don't think that's the important thing now. Do you mind explaining yourself?” I asked, and he snorted.
“I don't have to explain anything to you. It's my company and I will do whatever I please with it.” He retorted.
“Well too bad for you, because guess what? I'm the CEO of that company, and what's worse? I'm the one you promised to the Remigton family in exchange for Mr Remigton clearing the debt you incurred through gambling!!” I yelled and threw my hands in the air.
I slammed my palm on my forehead in frustration and paced around the room with my other hand on my waist.
“How could you gamble away all our money, dad? You have not only put our family in trouble, but the company has gone bankrupt as well.” I continued.
“I knew you had gambling problems, but I didn't think it was this bad. We have gone broke because you were so careless and irresponsible.” I added.
“I've been working so hard to pull the company out of debts. And now that I'm this close to succeeding, you go ahead and do this?” My eyes stung with tears as I felt utterly shattered.
“It was an honest mistake, darling. I didn't know the bet would go that way. But we have a solution. Mr Remigton already paid the debts from that night. As soon as you marry Blake, he will invest heavily in the company, and it will be as though nothing happened.” My dad explained and I felt even more pathetic.
“So you threw me under the bus, traded my pride, just so you can save yourself?” My voice trembled as I spoke as I was so close to breaking down.
“I did it for the company, I did it for all or us.” He insisted and scoffed.
“You should have thought of the company when you were gambling it away. You made this mess, and you will be the one to fix it. I don't care how you do it, but I'm not marrying Blake Remigton.” I concluded and stormed out of his room.
“You do not have a choice here. It's been settled.” My dad's voice followed me, making my stomach churn in disgust.
The following morning, I stood in front of the mirror as I applied the last bit of makeup. I checked through my outfit, making sure I looked perfect. I sprayed some perfume and headed out of the house.
I arrived at the Remigton groups and made way to the reception. All the busy activities of a Wednesday morning stopped as everyone turned to look at me the minute I stepped into the company.
“I would like to see Mr Blake Remigton.” I said to the receptionist.
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked me and I shook my head.
“No… But tell him the CEO of Carter Coporation, Jasmine Carter, would like to see him.” I mentioned to her.
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,