Jasmine blinked her eyes in utter confusion. How on earth did he expect her to know about her family's whereabouts when she had no idea why they were running in the first place.“But I don't know where they are,” she replied timidly.Dylan shook his head. “Then I see you prefer to stay here for your family's safety,” he said, sounding disappointed.Family's safety? She would gladly give out the details if she knew where they were just to save herself, besides they did it first.“I really don't know, believe me, I have no reason to lie.”“Oh you don't?” He raised a mocking brow. “But they are your parents, so that's a given.” He said, swirling around as he walked back to the window. He resumed his previous position, and silence engulfed them. It was quite uncomfortable for Jasmine as she kept imagining the worst.“Since you insist on keeping their whereabouts, Jane here would lead you through what you have to do,” he said, and the door opened revealing a lady who stepped in and walked
Her heartbeat was beating faster than normal, with his face just an inch away from hers.“I see you're scared of death, but I'm not surprised, those who appear scared are mostly the ones that kill within mercy. Just like you killed my father,” he spat.Jasmine was getting confused. She had no idea what to say. He badly wanted to believe that she was hiding her family and she had nothing to prove her innocence.“I… I know you don't believe me-”“That's because I see no reason to believe you,” he said, cutting her off.“I'm not a bad person, you know me, remember?” She asked.Dylan slightly creased his face. “Remember what?” He asked.“Remember that day we first met? I couldn't even protect myself, so how can I hurt anyone?” She asked with her eyes begging for him to believe her.He frowned, confusing her. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he said, earning a deep frown from her.“What do you mean by you don't know? Don't you remember the first time we might? Can't you recall wha
Dylan really wasn't comfortable with the lady punishing Jasmine herself. I should be the one punishing her, she was his slave and not anyone else. He should go get her, but he hesitated for a while. Contemplative if he should or not. He was so upset with himself that he even stepped back for her for no reason. Dylan paced inside his room while in deep thoughts. He really felt like going back to get her, but after some time of contemplating and calculating his decision, he sat down on the couch with a sigh. He should just let whatever that was bound to happen beside him wasn't going to defend his father's murderers.Jasmine was sweaty badly, her palms rubbing together in fear as she knelt down in front of the lady who stood tall and glared at her vulnerable state.“So you are under my control now,” she tilted her head to the side and scanned her. “I wonder what to do with you,” she said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.“Maybe I should tell the guards to tie you under the hot sun. No, t
Their lips were just a bit apart, and she felt the need to cover the distance between them. However, she remained patient while she took the lead and waited for him. He was simply a bit from her when he moved his face to the left.“Go to your cell and remain there until I call for you,” he whispered in her ear, and she trembled when she had his deep voice in her ear.She snapped her eyes open and stared at him with a look of surprise. Their eyes spoke without words, and Jasmine knew instantly that Dylan was just toying with her. She found that rude and mean that he could just tease her like that. She sat on the bed and swung her legs down. Dylan moved back to a standing posture as he watched her walk past him.“You could've just let her do whatever she wanted,” Jasmine said, unable to stop herself.Dylan frowned but remained silent. He wanted to know what else was on her mind and how much he got to her just now.“You shouldn't have helped me, besides I thought you hate me, so why both
She smiled slyly. “Think about it, I'm sure the people would love to hold a welcome home party for you,” she said with a sweet smile.Dylan looked around while nodding slowly. “I get you, but I don't need any of that now,” he said, looking back at heShe became agitated. “Well... If not now, then when?“Maybe when we've finally sorted everything out properly and my father has found his justice for the untimely death.” He said bitterlShe inhaled and nodded. “Then I must let you rest. I'm sure his Highness must be tired, and the journey must have been stressful,” she said while bowing her heaDylan looked at the lady. He wanted to correct her because he could still remember his journey here. It was rough, but roughly good, he must admit. It wasn't as bad as one who viewed it. The journey wasn't to his expectation, but he also liked the way it went. At least he had his first time with the girl who also gave her first time to him. He valued her for that, but he also hated her for his fat
He shook my head to remove the thoughts. “I don't think that's needed now,” he replied. “What do you mean? We are talking about your father's murders here, so of course it's needed, and you need to understand that girl must go because the people would be the last to see a traitor among us.“They have to start adapting to that because my judgment would remain the same.” He said sternly, earning a frown from Travis.“Your judgment?”Dylan realized that Travis was clueless. “Yes, my judgment. I subjected her to extreme maltreatment. She'll be my slave forever.”Travis' jaw dropped instantly as he closed at his friend in disbelief. “You want her to be your slave? But that would mean working here forever. What would the people think?”“They should think whatever they want, Travis, besides everyone is entitled to their opinion after all.”“But still-”“It's my decision, and I believe one shouldn't object to it if they really wished not to see my wrath.” He said harshly.Dylan was angry tha
Dylan pulled her to the corner and pushed her against the wall, startling Jasmine. She looked clueless, but when she gazed at his face, she couldn't help but feel the need to talk to him and make him believe her. She just felt like she could make good moments with him and be more than just the lady he hated.Jasmine opened her mouth, but Dylan gave her a look that made her almost swallow her tongue immediately. He stared at her, and she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze that made her tremble unknowingly.“What were you doing?”“I don't understand,” she seemed stupefied by his words.“So what do you want? And who gave you the right to walk around whenever you choose to?”“No one. I mean I'm now your slave and that comes with cleaning, washing, working, and even going on errands that are sometimes irrelevant.” She explained.Dylan was quiet. He could see anger on her face, and he knew that she was upset or maybe tired because it was imprinted on her face.
In a dim room, sat a man whose leg was crossed over the other leg. He kept tapping the armrest of his chair while he looked at the woman in front of him.“Sebastian, you still haven't told me what you plan to do,” the woman reminded her.“Oh please, mother, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm still working on things.”“Working on things? And how long would it take you?”.“I don't know,” he answered, sounding annoyed.“Well you better know because Dylan is back, and the people want him to be their leader. What if he becomes one soon?”“He won't.”“Then do something!” She raised her voice, but realized afterward. She took in deep breaths. “We don't have much time in our hands, Sebastian, you should just do it already before it backfires. You can't let him rule now,” the woman sounded like she was pleading.“So what do you think I should do?”The woman drew closer. “You must act fast. That the only thing you can do now that would help because Dylan is back, and I'm certain that