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 stay here forever. I might miss watching him but at least I will be free from having my heart skip beats whenever I see him out of fear.
I am not Andre.
I will be free after tonight.
Remembering how my wig came off earlier, I turn away in embarrassment. The man I have been watching for several minutes does not even notice me taking my eyes off him. He is busy doing something on that huge phone he has been holding since we hopped into the massive car.
Now, I am beginning to wonder what he does for a living.
Is he a multi-billionaire? A business mogul?
This is the only thing that can explain the huge mansion and the luxury that comes with living here. The car driving us to God knows where is a car I have never seen in my entire life.
He is definitely a billionaire or even more than that.
What then explains the numerous men in black all around him?
These men are hugely built and scary. They look like the type of men who kidnap innocent women in movies and take them to a movie-like home to get punished for one thing or the other.
This man is well-to-do. I doubt if he is doing all of this intentionally just to ask for a ransom or something.
Besides, I don't even have anyone to call for a ransom. I am on my own and if asking for a ransom is it, then I will be here forever.
A wave of optimism fills me up again and I shake my head slightly to wave off the entire bad-news thought. I will be free tonight.
Andre's parents will know that I am not Andre but a different person.
When a sigh of relief leaves my mouth, the car comes to an abrupt stop and he goes out immediately. I look around to see we are in a house already.
Another big mansion but not as big as his. There is a small fountain in the middle of the courtyard directly facing where the car is parked.
The courtyard is illuminated with light from different areas, unlike his house where the courtyard is dark and scary.
Everything about this man is indeed scary.
A sharp knock on the car door jolts me out of my thoughts. "Come out, will you?"
I don't need a second harsh invitation. This is enough. I turn the car door open and then step out. The maids got me a beautiful dress but I don't feel comfortable in them. I feel out of place. I feel awkward about everything.
I can't remember if I ever wore a beautiful expensive dress like this before. I am much more comfortable with my casuals.
"Do I need to tell you every single thing to do or do I have to drag you to see your parents…." he breaks off, irritation crossing his expression as he balls his fist, bites on his lips, and points in the direction of the front door. "Move!"
My body trembles a little but I feel I am getting used to having him shout orders at me every single time in just a day. I guess this is his type of person.
His personality.
If I wasn't Andre as he is thinking, would he be nicer? Is he still mad at her for jilting him?
With slow steps and the heels making silly sounds, I find him overtaking me with his long strides as he approaches the door. I try to increase my pace but it is impossible.
Exactly ten seconds after he is already inside, I finally get to the door, flashing a pitiful smile at the man holding the door for me to enter.
I stop dead in my tracks when I look up to see him waiting with arms akimbo and a deadly look on his face. He looks like he could kill me right now.
I guess he can do that. He almost killed the rapist last night so he can kill me. I shouldn't be free with this man if he can kill.
"Xavier?" A woman's voice breaks the awkward moment of silence between us and the racing of my heart. He turns back to face her and I see her beautiful face.
She looks like someone in mourning, already prepared for bed and not dressed gorgeously as I expect of the woman of the house.
It makes me wonder how long her daughter has gone off and if she is really fine wherever she is.
The woman averts her gaze from him and shifts it to me, then a low gasp leaves her mouth as she clamps her hand over her mouth before calling to me in shock and intense surprise. "Andre?"
The visible relief inside of me waiting to be released vanishes into thin air when the reality of the situation comes crashing on me as my abductor smiles satisfactorily and I almost begin to cry in self-pity of what the future holds for my innocent self.
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
Xavier's POV Uncaring about the state I met him, I grab his throat, digging my fingers into him as his already swollen face becomes red. My first instinct is to make sure his veins pop out but in the remembrance of my decision to give him a slow torturous death, I let go of him, making him cough and take in as much air as he can.I trust Antonio to always do the right thing. The bastard's state is enough to make me reward Antonio but that will be later.I need to know who sent him. I need to know where he came from.He doesn't look familiar. He doesn't look like someone who is from one of the opposing groups. Antonio says he has refused to say a word despite the beatings.Ignoring his blood-stained clothes and his bleeding mouth, I roll up the sleeves of my shirt, extending my unhurt hand to Phillip who is the closest to me.He places an ice pick in my hand and I am about to get to work when the idiot begins to scream, shaking vigorously and bawling his eyes out.His expression is
Jasmine's POV She looked convinced.I'm sure she was convinced when she saw my strange hair, unlike the devil who wouldn't be moved a bit towards being convinced that I am not her.He is too blinded by obsession and revenge to see the truth.Relief washed through me when Mrs Moore ran off after a tear rolled down her eyes. Even though, I was hoping the conversation would take a new turn and she would ask me questions out of curiosity but she left.Mr Moore is my next target now. That man knows I am not her. He was so sure I wasn't Andre.I need to see him. We need to talk.Maybe that will change everything. Maybe this is an opportunity for the devil to realize his mistake before he fixes another date for the wedding.The fact that I was able to convince Mrs Moore a little today has made me feel so happy about the wedding postponement. This means everything will work in my favor and I will be out of here pretty soon.Wanting to distract myself, I move away slowly from the bed and appr