Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle

A soft smile graced Jasmine’s lips as she stepped out of the elevator leading to her fiancé, Jason’s office. She carefully held onto the rectangular paper box that housed his favorite chocolate cake, the one she had stayed up all night baking. Today was his birthday and she planned to surprise him. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face,” her smile widened and her heart fluttered with excitement as she reached the mahogany door of his office. She raised her hand to knock, only to freeze when a familiar voice echoed in her ears. “Jacey, dump that plain Jane already. I’m tired of sneaking around.” The excitement in Jasmine’s heart was instantly replaced with unease, and her fingers clutched the box tighter as her palms grew sweaty. It couldn’t be, could it…? Driven by curiosity, she pushed the door open, barging in. The cake box slipped from her hands and the cake splattered onto the ground, but she barely noticed it. Her eyes were too busy taking in the scene before her

Jasmine hurried out of the hotel room before the man could wake up, and she got home some minutes later, only to be greeted with a resounding slap across her face. Her head jerked to the side from the impact, and she clutched her throbbing cheek, stunned as she saw Gloria and Charlotte standing in front of her. “You ungrateful brat!” Gloria’s spat with venom. “How dare you play a fast one on us? Why didn’t you go to Samuel Wilson’s hotel room like you were told?” Jasmine’s mouth quivered as she tried to explain. “M-mom, I-I thought—” “Don’t call me that!” She snapped in revulsion. “I can never be the mother to a cheap whore like you.” “Don’t waste your breath on her, mom,” Charlotte placed a calming hand on Gloria’s shoulder while giving Jasmine a dirty glare. “Aren’t you shameless?” She smacked her teeth distastefully. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours since you broke up with Jacob and you’re already sleeping around.” “I wasn’t sleeping around,” Jasmine defended, her chest

Everyone was left speechless as Asher’s announcement hung in the air. Jasmine herself was extremely confused as to why he would say such a thing, and she leaned in closer to him. “What are you doing?” She whispered incredulously and tried to pull her hand away, but he held onto it more firmly, refusing to let go as he glanced at her. “Just trust me,” he softly assured before returning his attention to everyone else. Jason managed to pick up his jaw that had fallen to the floor after a few seconds. “Uncle, y-you can’t be serious!” He blurted in bewilderment. “Jasmine was my fiancé up until yesterday. How can you be getting married to her?!” “Surely this is some sort of prank right?” Charlotte added, her voice dripping with contempt towards Jasmine. “You can’t possibly want someone as cheap as her.” Asher’s lips twitched as he enjoyed their reactions. He was so close to laughing, but he kept his expression controlled. “I’ve made my decision, and I owe no one any explanations.

Jasmine sighed and chewed on her lips as she wrestled with the decision before her. A part of her wanted to say no and follow through with her plan of leaving the city and starting afresh. But the other part, the one fueled by pain and anger, desperately craved to make Charlotte and Jason pay for what they had done to her. Still, what was the point of dwelling on their painful betrayal when it would be easier to move on? She pressed her lips into a firm line and met Asher’s patient, yet expectant gaze. “I appreciate your offer, Mr. Wayne, but I’ll pass,” her voice was polite, yet resolute. Asher’s brows arched in surprise, but she didn’t give him a chance to interrupt as she continued. “I don’t want revenge. I just want to leave this city. There’s nothing left for me here.” Saying the words aloud made them feel even more real…and more devastating. No family. No friends. No relationship. Nothing. Asher was quiet for a moment as he observed the slight downturn of her lip

The question hit Jasmine like a slap to the face and her face slightly paled as she could feel the eyes of the numerous reporters on her. The flashes from the cameras trained on her did nothing to quell her rising anxiety, and she instinctively tightened her grip on Asher’s hand to steady herself. “Don’t let them get to you. Just breathe,” Asher stroked her hand with his thumb in a comforting manner. Jasmine closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she focused on Asher’s calming strokes. “…Just hold your head high and let your confidence shine through…” The stylist's words from earlier floated through her head and that was all she needed to regain her composure. When she reopened her eyes, her demeanor was more relaxed, and she squared her shoulders as she stared right at the reporter who threw the question at her. “I don’t know where you heard that from, but it isn’t true.” she countered calmly. Somehow her eyes travelled across the room, and she caught sight of Jason and Ch