On getting to Jasmine House, my heart was throbbing faster. I was wondering if she would ever be able to forgive me for ever making her believe I couldn't stay with her. I twist the door handle as I knock. I was standing there, waiting for her to open the door. After a few minutes, she came outside. Her face was sparkling like a morning star. Her smile was one in a million. I have loved her, and it is only her“Hi.“ Her voice was soft and gentle. Instead of casting her fury on me, she said that I'm such a confused guy. Instead, she opened the door wide for me to come in.I was surprised to see her flashing me a warm smile before I entered her house. She hugged me so tightly.“I miss you so badly,” she whispered to me. “The fear of losing you grips me.“ I recoiled from her embrace and held her hand. “Babe, please forgive me. How can I be reckless?“ I said to her. “How can you forget what you told me—that you won't leave me to someone else? I still hold on to the promise you made to m
**Jasmine POV**Joy in me is written all over the place at the thought of seeing my mother, whom I left a long time ago without her knowing where I was or how I had been.As I prepared for my trip, my heart swelled with joy. I wondered how she was doing right now. I sighed heavily; I couldn't wait to see her again.I remembered the painful memories of my father's abuse, and how he would beat her mercilessly. I let out a heavy sigh, determination etched on my face. "Mom, I'm coming to take you far away from that monster. Your daughter is now a billionaire, and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury and love," I whispered to myself, packing my clothes into a small suitcase. It was a short trip, and I only needed a few essentials.As I stepped outside, the morning sun blinded me, casting its warm glow on my skin. I walked towards Mr. Sam, my driver, who was waiting patiently by the car.As I held onto the car door, I opened it and popped in."Good morning, ma'am," Mr. Sam greeted."Let
Earnest povSince Clara was nowhere to be found, her mother has been dumbstruck. I felt pity seeing her in that state, but what could I do? I can't be the reason why the two lovers are separated.“Why would Clara do this to us?” she let out a heart-wrenching cry while my cunning aunty comforted her. I walked past them to my room. As I dropped my phone on my bed to shower and calm down, my phone beeped. I didn't know when my aunty crept inside my room, but then I heard her voice while I was still in the bathroom. “I knew it! My nephew had a hand in Clara’s disappearance!” she yelled out for everyone to hear. I couldn't fathom what she meant by that. I came out of the bathroom with my bathrobe on, unaware that she had read a message from Clara. It's been four days since she eloped from the house. Her mum has been trying her number, but it's not reachable. I haven't heard from her since that day she left. But why did Aunty Marie have to touch my phone today of all days?I was s
**Earnest Pov**On getting to the fancy hotel that the detective directed us to, I didn't want to go with them any longer because I didn't really have the guts to face Clara right now. I see myself as a betrayal. I can remember vividly that I told her never to contact me so that no one would not suspect me, but she didn't abide by it, and I feel like it's all my fault.We walked directly to the reception. A tall, slim, and charming lady in her twenties beamed at us with a smile. I can confess she has a smile that can mend a broken heart.“Hello, how may I help you guys?” she asked, still smiling.“Well, we came to see someone with the name Clara Jason,” Clara's mother couldn't hold her desperation to see her dear daughter.“When did she check in?” she asked while my Aunty hit her finger on her lip to figure out the day it possibly was.“It’s the 24th of June,” she outbursted.The receptionist beamed heavily on hearing her. She brought out a register and scrolled through. After a while
*****************I detested my father and wished he would die because he had a mind of a beast and it terrified me to see my mother get hurt. As a result of my father's continued punching, my mother's body is weakening, and he views me as trash and useless. I couldn't put up with my father's despicable behavior. I ran away from home to work as a housekeeper for a billionaire's son. He was so rude and full of himself.I eventually ended up falling in love with him. When I returned home, I was to able to convince my mom she decided to eloped with me to the place where I had been. I'm happy to hear that she is now madly in love, but with whom? Jasmine Bella is a courageous person who has a talent for painting and perseveres in pursuing her goals. Her top priority is making sure that her mother is happy, and she will stop at nothing to ensure that she smiles the biggest smile possible. ********* Chapter 1The sun shone so barely; it’s midsummer, and I was still on my bed, turni
It’s late at night, everyone has gone to bed, but dad isn’t back yet. My mom was still awake, waiting for him to come so she could prepare him dinner. I fling on my bed. I was trying to meditate. I don’t know when I doze off. Now I’m waken by dad’s uproarious noise I could hear someone hitting something. "What’s happening? I hope this man is not hitting Mom." I muster to myself as the sound continues to disrupt me. I stood up to know what it was I was hearing as I got to my door. I quietly opened it because I was afraid to see that my dad was hitting my mom. I couldn’t bear to see him beating my mom. "Stupid woman, what do you how to do you and that your daughter is good for nothing," he yelled at her and hit her wooden chair on her head. She fell down unconsciously. I opened the door with so many tears in my eyes. I cast him a furious gaze. He is totally drunk. I approached my unconscious mother, watching her as she lay helplessly on the floor, blood streaming from her mouth, br
I lay in my bed, attempting to mediate. I was daydreaming about the present, specifically how I received scholarships to Kisco High School. I took a few deep breaths, reopened my eyes, and returned to the awareness of my breath. After a few minutes, I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts. I opened my drawer and took out all of my painting supplies. I began drafting my feelings on a piece of paper, and the black paint of my mother and daughter's fear coiled in their eyes. It's my fear of insanity, I guess, as I draft it. "Jasmine, my dear," my mother called, and I unlatched my room door. I was pleasantly happy to see her face glowing with a resplendent smile for the first time. "I want you to prepare. You are going for Kisco scholarship exams. I strive to get this money to see that you entered that school. She handed me over $200. That’s a lot of money. I was so shocked and excited at the same time. Where did she get all this from? She must have suffered so hard to get this mon
"Jasmine," my father called with a calm voice. I was so surprised at the way he called; it wasn’t like that before. He must be having a very good day. I answered him, but somehow I felt like switching him around, like my money. "I have done everything for you." "The least you can do for me is pay me by getting married to whomever I choose for you as suitors." I glared at him. I’m just twenty, and he wants to marry me to someone who is just like him. "I have a very rich friend who is willing to take care of you." It’s quite certain I will be getting money from him every day for my upkeep . Don’t disappoint me, do you hear me?" I couldn’t focus on what he was saying with just his annoying voice and his adenoidal voice. He grasped my left ear, making it hurt. "Ouch." I winced in pain. His grip is really hurting. He must have been a wrestler when he was my age. Now I can remember him saying that his friend, who is just his age, will come and marry me off because he has a lot of pr