MasukCHAPTER 41 — Pressure Points The phone vibrated again. Jasmine didn’t open the message this time. She stared at the screen for a long second, then did exactly what instinct—and survival—told her to do. Screenshot. The shutter sound felt louder than it should have. Then she deleted the message. Cleared the chat. Blocked the number. Clean. Controlled. If someone was trying to scare her out of this world, she wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of panic. She placed the phone face down on her desk and exhaled slowly. This is how they play, she thought. And this time, I’m paying attention. ******** Alex stepped into the boardroom, the polished floors reflecting his calm, controlled stride. The directors were already seated, tablets open, eyes sharp, suits immaculate. At the far end of the table, a massive screen flickered to life. His grandfather appeared, larger than life, stern and silver-haired, every inch the patriarch whose word carried centuries of authority. “Alexa
Alex’s jaw tightened. “Why?” The assistant swallowed, eyes flicking—once—to Jasmine, then snapping back to him. “It’s… it’s the board, sir. And the media team. Something leaked.” The word cut through the air sharper than any accusation. Alex exhaled slowly, the last trace of heat draining from his expression as the CEO snapped fully back into place. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and glanced at the screen. Jasmine watched his face change. Not anger. Calculation. “That bad?” he asked quietly. The assistant nodded. “They’re waiting in Conference Room A. They said it couldn’t wait.” Alex locked his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. “Give me five minutes.” The assistant hesitated. “Sir—” “Five,” he repeated, calm but immovable. She nodded quickly and backed out, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft click. Silence rushed back in. But it wasn’t the same silence as before. This one was brittle. Controlled. Holding its breath. Alex turned sl
CHAPTER 39— This wall will break Jasmine was still staring at the tablet in front of her when the knock came again. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Certain. Her fingers tightened around the stylus. She didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “Come in,” she said anyway, forcing steadiness into her voice. The door opened, and Alex stepped inside like the room already belonged to him. Suit jacket gone. Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled up, exposing forearms that had no business looking that distracting. too distracting for someone supposed to be working. He closed the door behind him with a soft click. Not loud. “How are you settling in?” he asked, voice easy, conversational—too normal for the way his eyes lingered on her face. “Be honest.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, creating distance where she could. “Overwhelmed. Excited. Slightly terrified.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “That’s a good mix. Means you care.” She scoffed lightly. “Or that
CHAPTER 38- The deal with the devil Alex and Jasmine stepped out of the conference room side-by-side, both wearing calm smiles that hid the storm that had hit them minutes ago. The employees waiting outside instantly straightened. Phones lowered. Postures tightened. Conversations died abruptly. And together—like a perfectly coordinated power couple—they walked out as though nothing had happened. Alex nodded politely at the staff. Jasmine returned every greeting warmly, her professionalism glowing. If anyone had heard raised voices earlier, they would never guess. They looked steady. Composed. Untouchable. Once the elevator doors closed, Jasmine finally let out a breath. Alex glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You handled that well.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the little smile. “I had no choice.” “I can make things easier for you, you know,” he murmured. “And yet you never do,” she joked quietly. He huffed a soft laugh. The elevator opened to an
CHAPTER 37- Is everyday this dramatic The walk out of Alex’s office felt like wading through fire. Employees pretended to work, eyes glued to their screens, but everyone was listening. Everyone saw Mia. Everyone saw Jasmine’s stiff posture, the coldness in Alex’s expression, the unfamiliar tension sparking between the newly introduced “power couple.” Jasmine didn’t slow down. She didn’t look back. She was quite sure that one of two of them had posted everything on tik Tok and she was already thinking of excuses. Her steps were quick, controlled, steady—almost too steady. Alex followed behind her like a shadow, or like her bodygraud. “Jasmine—” he tried softly. She kept walking. “Jasmine.” The third time, he reached out and touched her wrist. She froze—not because she wanted to, but because her heart reacted before her head did. He gently pulled her into a small private conference room and shut the door behind them. The silence was sharp. Jasmine crossed
Chapter 35 - I'm on my way Jasmine didn’t flinch. She didn’t gasp. She didn’t cry. She didn’t even blink at Mia standing there half-dressed like she’d walked out of a cheap drama series. She just lifted her chin. Cold. Calm. Like the whole scene was beneath her. Alex, on the other hand, looked like someone had lit a fuse inside him "jasmine". But Jasmine lifted a hand. “It’s okay.” Alex spun toward her. “Jasmine—no, it’s not—” She shrugged like her heart wasn’t cracking in half. “I’m just your contract wife, remember? I don’t care what you do or who you do it with.” Her voice was steady. Only her eyes betrayed her. She turned to leave. Alex grabbed his phone instantly. “Caroline. Come to my office. Now.” His secretary rushed up seconds later, nearly stumbling. “You see this?” Alex’s voice was dangerously calm. “If you EVER let Mia into my office again, you’re fired.” Caroline nodded frantically. “Yes, sir! I’m so sorry—she said she had your perm







