Chapter 7 — The Billionaire’s World

Chapter 7 — The Billionaire’s World

Jasmine stood in front of her wardrobe, staring blankly at rows of clothes that suddenly felt too plain for the world she was stepping into. Half of them still smelled faintly of lavender detergent and old perfume, but none screamed soon to be wife of a billionaire.

jasmine let out a deep sign, discourage at the sight of her wardrobe, " if I'm going to do this I need clothes, like actual nice clothes,

Jamie sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through her phone. “Okay, hear me out — you need something that says I might be forced into this marriage, but I still own the room.”

Jasmine gave a weak laugh. “Is there a store section for that?”

Jamie grinned. “If there isn’t, we’ll invent one.”

They spent the next twenty minutes pulling clothes out, tossing dresses across the bed, debating colors and necklines.

“Black’s too dramatic.”

“Red’s too wedding-night fantasy.”

“White’s off-limits for obvious reasons.”

Jasmine sighed, holding up a soft blue dress. “This is the only thing that doesn’t make me look like I’m trying too hard, and I definitely can't wear the dress Alex got me the last time".

Jamie tilted her head. “Hmm… maybe with the right hair and makeup. Loose curls? Or maybe a sleek bun?”

They were both so absorbed in the debate that neither noticed the faint click of the front door.

“Okay,” Jamie said, standing behind Jasmine with a brush in hand, “turn your head so I can—”

“Ladies?”

They both screamed in perfect sync.

Jasmine whirled around, heart racing, to see Alex leaning casually against the doorway, a shopping bag in one hand and an amused smile on his lips.

“You—how did you—what are you doing here?” she demanded, pressing a hand to her chest.

“The door was open,” he said smoothly. “I knocked, but apparently you two were too busy planning a heist.”

Jamie groaned. “A warning would’ve been nice! I almost hit you with the hairbrush.”

Alex chuckled, the sound rich and unbothered. “it wouldn't be the first time a woman felt the urge to hit me with something" he said with a wink

Jamie blinked, blushing. " okay I'ma pretend I didn't just hear that".

He walked further in, setting the boutique bag on the bed. Jasmine frowned at it, confused.

“What’s that?”

He looked at her, eyes glinting. “Clothes. For you.”

She blinked. “For me?”

“Yes. George mentioned you liked most of the clothes at the boutique last time but didn’t buy them because you were worried about overspending.”

"I actually thought u'll get enough clothes for at least before the wedding, but George said u insisted on getting just one".

Jasmine froze, cheeks heating. “You—he told you that?”

Alex’s smile softened just slightly, the teasing fading into something warmer. “You’re marrying a billionaire, Jasmine. You don’t have to worry about money anymore.”

The way he said it — smooth, confident, effortless — sent a flutter through her chest she didn’t expect. His gaze lingered for a second longer than it should have, and suddenly Jasmine understood exactly how he managed to get any woman he wanted. There was something magnetic about him — the way he smiled like he knew secrets, the quiet authority in his voice,the way he spoke when he wasn't talking about business, the spark of danger behind his charm.

He stepped closer to her again which made her heart beat so loud she thought he would hear it, "well at least until our contract is over"

Jamie cleared her throat loudly. “Right, um, thanks for the mini heart attack.”

Alex laughed and turned toward the door. “Try not to scream next time. I’ll be right outside ”

When he left, the silence broken slowly filled back in. Jasmine stared at the door for a few seconds before Jamie flopped dramatically onto the bed.

“Girl,” Jamie said, fanning herself. “You are marrying that?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes, trying not to smile. “It’s not like that.”

Jamie grinned wickedly. “If he smiled at me like that, I’d marry him for free.”

Jasmine couldn’t help it — she laughed. A real laugh this time. The kind that hurt but healed at the same time.

“Come on,” Jamie said, grabbing the bag. “Let’s see what Prince Charming picked out.”

Inside were several outfits — elegant, understated, but expensive enough to make Jasmine’s hands tremble. They settled on a soft cream blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers and matching heels. Jamie insisted on light makeup — “soft but lethal” — and curled her hair into loose waves.

When Jasmine finally looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked composed. Polished. Like someone who belonged to a different world.

Jamie whistled. “He’s not ready.”

Jasmine smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” pretending to faint and they both broke out laughing again.

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Outside, Alex was waiting beside his sleek black car. Another man stood with him , Jason tall, clean-cut, with a doctor’s calmness and a hint of trouble in his grin.

Jamie nudged Jasmine. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Jason,” Alex said when they approached. “My best friend. who happens to be a famous doctor"

Jason turned toward them first on jasmine, he gave her a warm nice smile, You must be Jasmine, I've heard a lot about you,

his eyes instantly landed on Jamie. “And who might you be?”

Jamie straightened, suddenly shy. “Jamie. Jasmine’s best friend.”

“Then I suppose we’ll be seeing more of each other,” he said smoothly, his voice low enough to make her blush.

Alex shot him a look. “Down, boy.”

Jamie snorted. “Doctor or not, that line was terrible.”

Jason laughed. “Then it worked.”

Before Jasmine could say anything, Jason’s phone rang. He frowned, answering quickly. “Yes? …What? I’ll be there in ten.”

He turned to them apologetically. “Emergency at the hospital. I’ll catch up later.”

Jamie’s smile faltered. “Oh… right, sure.”

Alex gave him a quick pat on the shoulder as Jason jogged to his car. Jamie sighed softly. “Of course he’s the hot, unavailable type.”

Jasmine chuckled. “Seems to be your luck.”

“Don’t even start,” Jamie muttered, still watching Jason’s car pull away.

Alex opened the door for Jasmine. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she said, climbing in.

The drive to the Phillips estate was long and silent. When they turned past the gated entrance, Jasmine’s jaw nearly dropped.

The place wasn’t just a house — it was an empire. Acres of manicured gardens, fountains, and marble paths. The mansion ahead looked like something out of a royal documentary.

“This—this is where your grandfather lives?” she whispered.

Alex glanced at her, smiling slightly. “This entire estate is mine.”

Jasmine blinked. “You’re joking.”

“well, technically my family's "

She stared out the window in disbelief. The sheer luxury of it all — the gold trim, the lined hedges, the fleet of cars — it was overwhelming.

Before she could say anything else, someone came running down the front steps.

“Alex!”

A woman’s voice — bright, excited — and before Jasmine could even ask, a girl in an elegant dress threw her arms around him.

Jasmine froze, staring at them.

And suddenly, she remembered she was nothing more than a trophy fake wife, even though Alex acted so nice to her today, it didn't mean anything, but yet she felt a part of her wishing she was wrong.