The Mafia's Mistaken Bride

CHICAGO Jasmine's POV His eyes are blue and stormy. Ocean blue eyes, just like the eyes of the men I see on TV and drool over. But his look is dark. I can barely figure out the color of his eyes until I look closer. Everything else about him looks dark. His cardigan also has a dark hood. The look is also icy and I find myself shivering in fear when I first spotted him. I notice he has been watching my every move from the kitchen cabinet to the counter where the food is been ordered from. I work in a local restaurant, not as a cook but as a cleaner. My job is to clean the kitchen and wash the plates from 8 am when the restaurant opens till 6 pm when my colleagues come to take over. I have been looking for another job for over a month now because of the kind of men who come here to ogle me and the rest of the female workers. I haven't gotten any positive feedback yet and I am on the verge of giving up. I wish I dare to tell my boss that I am not working again and then go home t

NEW YORK CITYJasmine's POVI wake up to a bright light, my head hurting a little and my opened eyes glancing around the room.This is strange.I am in a strange bed and a strange room.Where am I? I scramble out of the bed, my eyes moving to the curtains where the light is seeping into the room from.The bed is high and the duvet is white just like the paintings on the wall. The curtain is white and almost every other thing in the room.I turn back, feeling scared that I have been kidnapped.What happened? I ask inwardly again, trying my very best to remember what happened.The inquisitive me ignores the little question in my brain when I spot a small bookshelf with several books on it.The curiosity takes the better of me because I find myself taking slow baby steps toward the shelf.I pick up the first book my hand comes in contact with and I see New York Best Selling written boldly on it.I gasp.Am I in New York? I twirl around in alarm as the memories come rushing back.There wa

Jasmine's POV Staring at the sensual outline of his mouth in a full-blown level of curiosity is my newfound habit since we left the huge mansion where he kept me locked all day.I keep asking myself what he stands to gain. I keep asking if this is just a ploy to get me kidnapped forever or if he is really honest about mistaking me for some Andre Moore whom he is obviously obsessed with.He is good-looking despite his dark look. His blue eyes are unique and his voice sends chills down my spine.How can a woman run away from a man like this? Is it because of his sinful handsomeness or is there more to it?I am scared of him but I am not tired of watching him despite being unable to find any answers.A part of me wants to be assured that everything is going to be fine once we get to the house we are headed to. Andre's parents will definitely know I am not her. Then I can be free.Even though I hated the life I was living, this new life here in New York City isn't too promising for me to

Jasmine's POV Crying was never the plan but I can't help it as I push down the choking tide of panic building in me.This isn't happening.Right before my eyes, my life has been stamped upon and I feel helpless. What can I do when the parents can't even recognize their own child?They seem to be scared of him too, just like I am.Who is this man? A devil incarnate?My body shakes with extreme fear as a sob escapes me and before I know it, I begin to cry loudly.It is actually satisfying crying here. I guess it is making the reality dawn on me that I am in a huge mess, not just because I have been kidnapped but also because I would be married off to this evil man tomorrow morning.I can't seem to think of anything else to say to him to convince him that I am not her. Is he blind? Is he stupid to have mistaken me for her? Is this how much he is obsessed with her that he would do anything to satisfy his stupid ego?The soft texture of the car's leather seat isn't going to console me as

Jasmine's POV Despair fills me even in my dreams, making me wake up with a start and a frustrated cry for help.Unfortunately, when my eyes open up, I still find myself in the room, the prison he has locked me in since we got to New York.I have tried. Tried to think of a solution. Every problem has a solution, doesn't it? That's what I was made to believe but not anymore. This problem before me seems to have no solution. I am stuck here for life.I have cried too. And I am tired of crying.My head is still banging from the series of crying sessions I had in his car before he sent me home and even after we got to his mansion.I sit upright, noticing that I am still in my dress. My eyes scan the room until it falls on the meal on the stool before my bed. The maid had brought me dinner before I fell asleep.I am not hungry. I just want to leave this place. I want to go back to Chicago. I want to go back to my previous life. This life is definitely not one I have envisioned for myself.