Xavier's POV Taking notice of the woman I got married to just yesterday as she steps out of the Mercedes car which brings her to the party, my lips part ways unconsciously at the purity and innocence radiating her flawless milky skin.Her dress hugs her petite body, giving a clear view of her cleavage and just how sexy she is.Her hair is down but this time, she isn't trying to defy me by coming to the party with that stupid white hair. The black wig which came off her head the other day is back looking like her real hair.I am sure she is also not confident about how she looks with that white hair.She glances around until her eyes meet mine. "Boss, are you there?" A voice calls out from the other side, reminding me about the fact that I was on a call before she arrived.She approaches and I gulp, confusion clouding my mind. The more that I think of this whole thing, the more confused I become about the fact that this isn't Andre.Andre is hot and sexy but the meekness that comes w
Jasmine's POV This isn't a phobia, it's anxiety.It is making my bladder full and my eyes are scanning the hall to find the restroom so I can go and urinate.Maybe I will feel better. And more relaxed.Why the hell will he go off just like that? Isn't he the boss? Aren't they supposed to come to him instead?His back is to me as he converses with the so-called business associate. It is taking my mind back to my curiosity about what type of work he does. If he has business associates, then it means he is a businessman.Maybe I was wrong about him being in a dangerous business like the Mafia. I have little knowledge about people in the Mafia but I know they are dangerous and sacred.Maybe it's because I find him handsome and dangerous. Most Mafia bosses that I read about in books are just like him.Unable to hold back the urge to urinate, I look around once more, shifting the glass of wine aside so as not to spill it. I try to catch sight of Mathew and the other man he said are within
Xavier's POV Two shots ring out as I watch the bullet pierce the forehead of the two men straddling Andre.Vicenzo is nowhere to be found but I know he is behind this. I know these are his men. I know this is his handiwork.Setting my anger aside, I take forceful steps towards her on the floor, staring at her pale white face and wondering what on earth they must have done to her.I told her not to move an inch.I told her not to go anywhere without the guards.But she defied me yet again.Vicenzo abruptly ended our so-called conversation and my intuition was right the very moment I turned back to go back to my seat to see her absence.I was seething in anger. But it vanished and got replaced with anxiety when she didn't appear after a moment.Mathew had seen her going towards the bathroom and the moment I heard the loud sound of a gun, I knew there was trouble."Vicenzo and the others have fled", Mathew rushes back into the restroom to inform me while I am still standing over her.I
Jasmine's POV My lashes flutter open to meet the intense gaze of a blue-eyed man who looks murderous.Frozen with terror, my heart begins to pound hard in my ribcage watching him stare at me with so much intensity and feeling a lump of dread at the closeness of his body to mine.He is laying on his side with his head resting on his hand, not shifting his gaze from me and making me more uncomfortable."How do you feel?" he finally breaks the silence just when I am about to avert my gaze from his handsome face.Confusion clouds my mind as I furrow a brow, wondering why he is asking me such a question.I am about to ask him what he means by that when it clicks.Last night at the party, I saw Vicenzo and Sebastian. Then what happened? Did they attacked me?But then I can't remember anything else."You don't remember?" he demands, not looking surprised.My face turns red as I shake my head.He nods in understanding and pulls away, strolling towards the closet. "You were drugged by one of
Xavier's POV CHICAGOFor a moment, I didn't want to believe the stark naked truth in front of me, including her narration about her encounter with Vicenzo.The truth was right in front of me all along but I pretended not to see them. I had my doubts but my ego blinded me, stopping me from knowing that I am the wrong one here.Despite everything, I still want real evidence to know that I am wrong. All of these might just be a ploy, who knows? I need real evidence before I can finally admit I am wrong and let her go.Carefully lifting my head from the two pictures in front of me, I lock my gaze on one of the local restaurant's cooks.He seems extremely nervous and clumsy as he darts his eyes away. This was the restaurant where we found her. I should have known that Andre, that spoiled brat would never settle for less, not working in a local place like this just to throw me off the rail. I should have known. Maybe I know but I decided to ignore my instincts. I guess I should blame that
Jasmine's POV One thing is certain.Xavier is avoiding me. Even though I haven't been able to figure out if he believes me or not, I am certain he is avoiding me.I haven't seen him since he stalked out of the room this morning like that. I was scared he would never believe me. I might never be able to claim who I am.Xavier might forever see me as Andre.Isn't it high time I found Andre on my own? Should I seek Mr Moore's help?I haven't seen him since the wedding but I am sure I could try. Vicenzo could have helped if he wasn't a monster. I wonder what Xavier must have done to him.He still scares me. Just like how Xavier scares me but I feel much safer with Xavier.Knowing that Vicenzo knows where I am now and who I am, Xavier's wife has made the thought of wanting to escape from this life so shallow.If I leave this mansion, Vicenzo will get to me and my life will be over. Now I know Xavier is better than him. He is not as bad as Vicenzo who would do anything to harm me.I haven'
Xavier's POV What I wanted to do immediately after the helicopter landed at the heliport at home was to have a drink all night. I didn't know I was going to face Jasmine tonight. I thought that I would wait till tomorrow. All I wanted to do was to check her in the room to be sure she was fine because I thought she would be asleep already. I was met with her absence instead and no guard was in sight. I was frightened that something bad had just happened. None of the guards had seen her leaving the room. The only thing that came to my head was that she had been kidnapped. It made my blood boil and my head in turmoil. Everywhere was searched but she wasn't in sight. It made me angry not until I noticed the door to the painting room was open. My first instinct was to check there, not because I expect her to be there but to satisfy my curiosity of who could be in there by that time of the night. This room is always locked. It has been locked for years. How did she get in? The mo
Jasmine's POV For seconds, we stare at each other. His expression is impassive and mine is filled with shock. The initial fear I was feeling about him catching me in that art room had retreated. It has been replaced with hope and a tiny bit of assurance that all of this will become history soon.His eyes become dark all of a sudden when I repeat my question and his jaw tightens before he takes his eyes off me to gulp down the whole content of the wine in his glass cup.I won't let this go.I heard right. He said he found her. That must be Andre. Why is he hiding that from me? If he has found her, then I should be the first to know and then I will know when to go back to Chicago.Talking about Chicago, a cold chill runs down my spine when the sudden remembrance of Vicenzo hits me like a massive wind.Vicenzo is still out there. Chicago is no longer safe now that Xavier is involved and he knows we are married. I am not just a woman who rejected him but also the woman of his enemy. H