NEW YORK CITY
Jasmine's POV
I 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 was a man. He was drunk.
There was another man. He saved me.
Why am I here? Who brought me here between the two men? Am I safe?
Right in time to answer my question, I hear the door open and a blue-eyed dangerous-looking man peeps into the room.
Our gaze interlocks and he opens the door wider to come in. When he closes the door behind him quietly, dipping his hand into his pants pocket, I recognize him.
He is the man from last night, the one who saved me. He is the same man who was watching me all through the night.
Who is he? Why did he bring me here?
As he steps forward, towards me, I ask the only question in my head. "Are we in New York?"
His expression remains unreadable. He doesn't stop moving towards me and when he is a few meters away, I begin to back away slowly, fear gripping my existence, a cold shiver running down my spine at the deadly cold stare he is giving me.
The look is intense, boring into me like a dagger. He is staring at me like the enemy and it suddenly dawns on me that I have been mistaken for someone else.
Is this why he brought me here? How long did I pass out? Are we truly in New York City? Do I look like this girl he is mistaking me for or this is just an excuse to kidnap me?
Realizing that I still have the New York Times Bestselling book in my hand, I drop it. It falls to the floor and his gaze leaves me for a while to stare at the book on the floor.
I shut my eyes. I didn't mean to drop it. I did that out of fear. He is too close and the aura he emits is nothing good.
He looks dangerous as well as handsome and I don't know what to think of him.
Then, he looks up. I see a flicker of something in his eyes but I don't know what it means.
He takes another step forward and I take another backward till my back hits a wall, stopping me from moving backward till he gets tired and leaves me alone.
Before I can change the position and continue to move away from him, he quickly steps forward and cages me between his arms, his eyes fixated on mine, as though he is searching desperately for answers to the numerous questions in his head.
I wish I can do the same too because I have a lot of questions in my head but I can't even bring myself to look into his eyes for more than a second.
His breath fans my entire face and I shut my eyes again.
He smells nice.
His Cologne is heavenly so is his breath.
Strawberry? I love strawberries.
"Now that you have risen from the dead, give me two genuine reasons why you ran off", he says between gritted teeth, his expression now readable. It is filled with nothing but rage. His eyes are stormy red too.
I can't find my voice. I want to tell him that I am Jasmine. I want to tell him that I am an orphan and I have stayed in Chicago all my life. I want to tell him all about me but my tongue is tied-twisted.
I can't bring myself to form a single word of defense so he will know that this is not the woman who ran away but a woman who has been mistaken for someone else and kidnapped.
Something clicks in my head.
My work.
I have to resume work this morning and I am not in Chicago from the look of things. How do I get to my boss to inform him about the situation? Where the hell is my phone?
"Answer me, woman!" He yells into my face and I get startled, my eyes closing up on their own accord.
The voice is ringing a loud bell in my ear drum and it feels like it is still echoing. I tremble a little and my lips are quivering in fear.
Who is this man?
I am not that woman. I am different.
"Cat got your tongue, I said why did you leave? Why did you humiliate me? Why did you consent when you knew you were going to run off like the coward that you are? Why?!"
I almost hugged my body into nothingness. I wish the ground would open up so I could be swallowed by it and rescued from this man.
I don't know him.
He grabs my jaw, ensuring that I maintain eye contact with him. "Answer me now!"
I stutter. I can't form any words. My head is blank also. I can't think straight.
With my chest heaving up and down in fright, I open my mouth wider, making him let go of my jaw.
I shake my head. "I swear to you, I don't know what you are talking about."
He snorts in disbelief.
I know he won't believe me easily but I will prove to him that I am different so he can let me go. I will take a bus back home and be safe from him.
"I am Jasmine '', I announce loudly, my breath hitching for a second, hoping that I will be able to convince a strong-headed man like him. "I have lived all my life in Chicago. I don't know who you are talking about. I have never been to New York. My parents died when I was still little. My Aunt took me in and took care of me till I began to fend for myself. I don't know you, Mister."
I blurt out the words in one breath. I never knew I would say all of those words but I guess it will be worth it.
The man begins to laugh like a maniac. That sort of wicked laugh that spells out the I-don't-believe-you word.
I am not lying. I won't lie unless necessary.
My Aunt taught me never to lie. She said it kills the soul and changes your personality. She warned that lies make the heart dark because a lie will keep coming as easily as the truth.
I always avoid lying.
Why can't he just believe me?
"You think I am a fool? You are Andre and you know it!" He points an accusing finger at me.
Before I can open my mouth to counter him, he grabs my neck, as if to strangle me.
He raises me with his hand still on my neck and turns around, then he pushes me into the bed and my wig comes off immediately to reveal my true hair.
My eyes widen in fear and I try to turn slightly to grab the wig but his hands on mine stop me from picking the wig up.
He climbs over me and looks from the wig to my hair, then he exclaims loudly in disbelief. "What the hell!"
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
Jasmine's POVThe question of whether I am still going to get married to this man or not hangs in the air surrounding me with the horrible feeling I felt the very first time he announced the wedding.That was just yesterday but it feels like a month already.I was worried sick about his wounds. I kept tossing in bed and hoping nothing would happen to him overnight. Seeing him this morning looking just like his usual self makes me relieved and surprised about who this man really is.He does not look like someone who was on the brink of death just last night. The evidence of the shot was the well-bandaged arm. If not for that, I would have thought a miracle had happened overnight.My stomach rumbles immediately and I decide to summon up the courage to step out. Usually, breakfast is brought to me before I even wake up but today is different.Today is supposed to be our wedding. A wedding between two strangers with no direction. No sense of where their lives are going.I wonder how my li