Xavier's POV
She changed her hair color so I won't recognize her but she is wrong. I can recognize her without looking at her face. I can identify her with her skin color and shape. I have a lot of ways to identify her.
Changing her hair color is a stupid thing to do. She thinks I will fall for it and assume she is someone else.
Andre has red hair but she changed it into straight black hair.
That red hair was one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place. But she humiliated me. She disappeared into thin air while I was patiently waiting at the altar for my bride to show up.
I didn't come to Chicago for anything. I came back for her and we are leaving for New York City tonight.
I watch as my men run after her. She keeps glancing back till they catch up with her.
Leaning on the car, I continue to watch them drag her back and shove her forward till she is right in front of me.
My gaze finally leave hers. I shift it to meet Ethan's cold look. Suddenly, I punch his face and she gasps, looking scared shit again just like she looked a few minutes ago when I cut that bastard's wrist.
"No one hurts my woman. No one is allowed to hurt her except me. Understood?" The rest of the men look shocked until I growl out in anger.
Andre seems shocked as well. Her chest is heaving up and down.
"I asked you to get her, not hurt her", I point towards Ethan. He is my right-hand man and he ought to know what I want and what I don't want. He was the one who shoved her toward me.
"Get lost now!"
They all disperse quickly while two of them remain. They take the other car while Chase opens the car behind me and gets into the driver's seat before opening the door for us to get it.
Left with Andre, I take off my hood and fold my arms to scrutinize her carefully.
Something is missing.
That look. That wicked glint is no longer evident in her eyes.
The hair color isn't the only difference between them.
This Andre has suddenly become cool-headed and not fiery and stubborn. She looks calm and timid.
She tucks the fallen pleats of her hair behind her ears and smiles nervously. "Hi."
I do not say anything. "Thank you for saving me. I don't know him from anywhere, he just showed up from nowhere…."
"Andre….", I cut her short.
This is Andre. She used to be a chatterbox.
She raises a brow with confusion skating her expression. "Andre?"
"Andre Moore, the same woman who left me at the altar eleven months ago and came to hide her in Chicago of all places."
Her confusion intensified but I care less. She is good at acting. She once told me she wanted to go to an acting school but her parents wouldn't allow her.
"Who are you talking about, sir?" Her hands tremble but she quickly hides them by holding both hands together.
This is the right time that I am supposed to let it all out. The pent-up anger. The frustrations. The humiliation.
"You think I am a fool?" I yell, unable to control my anger. "You think I wouldn't find you? Do you think you can hide from me forever? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Her trembling increases and she tries to balk away but I grab her arms. "Where do you think you are going?"
"I'm so..sorry. I don't know what you are talking about", she stutters, her face red and a tear rolling down her eyes.
I won't fall for this.
She knows how much I hate liars and people who pretend. She knows this yet she is doing this. She is lying and pretending to be someone else.
I let go of her and wicked laughter leaves my mouth. "You don't know what I am talking about?"
She shakes her head, unable to reply to me.
I nod. "Good. Get into the car."
"What?!" She exclaims rather loudly and I arch a brow at her.
"You heard me, get into the car!" I order with implacable authority.
Without any arguments, she takes giddy baby steps toward the open door and enters.
I flop in beside her, a deep sigh of relief escaping my mouth.
This is it. It's time for my revenge.
"Who are you?" I question her, giving her the liberty to lie all she can till she is tired of lying.
She is not going to suffer only for the humiliations she caused me, she is also going to suffer for lying to me.
I hear her heave a deep sigh. "I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Cooper."
"Jasmine?" I snap my head towards her. She nods, avoiding eye contact with me now.
I shift my gaze to her dress. "Roll it up."
"What?" She asks in confusion, wondering what I mean.
"Roll up your jacket", I utter firmly, my gaze not leaving her hand. I just need one more piece of evidence of knowing that she is truly the woman I have despised for eleven months who couldn't balk out of the arranged marriage like an adult would do but instead did a childish thing by running off and leaving me to face the consequences of her actions.
She left her home, her parents, and her real-life to come here all because she doesn't want a lifetime with me.
What more could be painful for a man like me who had a reputation and dignity to protect?
It made me feel less of a man. It was business, there were no feelings involved but she ruined my plans by running off.
At first, I thought she ran off with a lover but her parents admitted that she never had a boyfriend.
When Ethan first brought the news of her appearance here in Chicago, I almost waved it away because I thought she wouldn't have the nerve to be somewhere close to New York after what she did but I know how courageous Andre is and how stubborn and determined she can be.
She was determined to leave me at the altar but she didn't act suspicious for me to know that she was planning something huge.
We have searched all around for her; her parents included but she is nowhere to be found but now I have found her.
She works in a local restaurant here in Chicago where there is a big possibility of a good life waiting for her in New York for eleven months.
Carefully, she rolls the left-hand sleeves up and I see the last piece of evidence that indicates that this is indeed Andre.
It is a tattoo.
The tattoo of a tiny baby with an alphabetical A below.
This is indeed Andre.
I lock eyes with her and smirk mischievously before ordering Chase to drive.
This is indeed Andre and revenge time is finally here.
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
Xavier's POVConfusion clouds my mind as I stare at Andre with white hair beneath me. Andre doesn't have white hair, she is red-haired.Where the hell did she get this hair color from?She is still struggling to cover her hair with the wig when I stopped her. My hand firmly on her, locking her to the bed while I sit above her, my brows creased in wonderment.Is this part of her trick to get me off the track? When I first saw her in Chicago, I knew instantly that she had changed her hair color. I thought she just dyed her red hair back to black and also her personality so I wouldn't recognize her but I did.But seeing that the black hair is nothing but a wig and that the real hair is white is making me more puzzled.I know Andre can go to any length to get what she wants. She wants to escape my wrath forever but I won't let that happen.Now that she is here, I won't let her slip away like I once allowed it. I am going to make life a living hell for her, not only because she humiliated
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
Xavier's POV Pulling in a sharp breath, a surge of relief fills me up as I lift my gaze to meet with the brown-eyed woman lying through her teeth. I expect to see fear and surrender in her eyes but instead, her eyes are deeply disturbing, leaving me with only one option left to clear up this misunderstanding.Her hair.That confusing stupid white hair."Andre?" Mr Moore calls out from behind his wife leaving me with no choice but to turn away from the lying bitch.Mrs. Moore also turns back to her husband and runs into his arms as she tearfully blurts out. "My child, Nicholas. My child is here.""Andre?" Mr. Moore's eyes do not leave hers as I observe a flash of disapproval and doubt in his bright eyes. My eyes fly to Andre's. Her lips are trembling and her eyes are teary. She isn't rushing to embrace the life out of her father like I am thinking she would do when she sees him.Is this because she is still mad at him for forcing her to walk down the aisles with me? Or is this just o
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
Xavier's POV There was a reason why I never forgot or forgave Andre. Her eyes. Those brown eyes which have haunted my dreams for months with mocking expressions and a sense of defeat. It fills me with rage and humiliation. But I can't seem to figure out why the shade of her eyes is different now. Her eyes were always twinkling with mocking amusement that I can never forget. Aside from that, they were always cold with hatred making me wonder just what she wants in a man that I don't have. But the woman before me has a different countenance that is making confusion cloud my mind. There is no amusement whatsoever or cold expression, all I can see is an angry flush. Andre would never flush for me. She hates me with passion. Actually, I thought we were beginning to get along well before the wedding but her fleeing proved me wrong. It was all a facade to make me believe she was interested in the marriage as much as I wanted it. She hated me and that made me hate her in return. I h
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.
Xavier's POV A loud shrill of fright leaves my mouth as I struggle in my sleep and finally flicker my eyes open to see I am in my room. I am wet all over and my breathing is hard. Instinctively, I sit upright on the bed with my gaze forward as I think over the dream again. I thought I had gotten over it. It's been a while since I had that dream but now it is back. This dream has haunted me for years and now it is back. Why? A fresh toxic stab of guilt consumes me immediately and I drag a hand through my hair with my eyes closed and my teeth gritting each other. Suddenly, a sharp pain hits me. I open my eyes as soon as I drop my hand from my hair wondering where the pain is coming from. Then my eyes fall on the bandage on my shoulder. My right shoulder. The memories come rushing too instantly. I was shot on my way back from the club. Did I pass out? Who is behind this? What is happening? Hurriedly, I step down from the massive bed ignoring the weakness in my body and the pai