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 I sink deeper into it.
I hate him.
Right now, I wish I could be courageous enough to pierce my fingers into his skin to hurt him physically or fire a gun at him.
I hate him.
My tears increase at the realization that crying and hating a man who is sitting next to me without him getting troubled about my tears is the only thing I can do.
I can't stand up to him. I can't escape from the prison he is taking me back to.
Should I just agree? Tell him that I am Andre so he can let me off the hook?
Agreeing to all of this bullshit wouldn't help a bit. He is so mad because he thinks I am her so admitting to his stupid assumptions won't help. It will only worsen the situation.
What should I do? I ask myself as I cry into my palm, tasting my tears and wishing a miracle would just happen so I can go back to my real life.
Why is all of this happening to me? Is this because I was desperately wishing and praying for a change in my life's pattern?
I knew I was so tired of living that impoverished life of being a cleaner where several men ogle and flirt with us and I was still finding it hard to pay my bills. I knew I wished for a change but this is definitely not what I want.
Right now, I would choose being that cleaner again rather than being here with a devil's incarnate who cares less about my feelings or someone who isn't even giving a damn if I cry myself to death or not.
Apparently, he is heartless and deranged.
As I continue to sob with my thoughts everywhere, an idea suddenly hits me.
Should I tell him to go with me to Chicago to make findings about me? I have stayed all my life there so he can investigate or question my neighbor and boss about me.
Maybe it will help.
Yes, it can help but I know he would never listen to me.
The thought tickles my nerves and I wail, feeling hurt like I have been inflicted with physical pain.
"Will you shut the fuck up?!" he barks angrily beside me.
I drop my palms, uncaring about my physical look before staring at him in the face. "No, I won't", I snap back at him waspishly.
He looks shocked at my outburst but then it is suddenly replaced with a sardonic smile. That sort of smile that makes me feel like he is expecting this outburst or he is doing all of this to get this reaction from me.
"I told you I am not her. What else do you want me to do to prove that?" My voice is surprisingly calm now. I am still filled with rage but I just feel like talking to him maturely and in a calm way would help.
He does not answer so I continue to weep.
"I am not her. I am Jasmine!" I sit upright and scream, stamping my legs on the car floor. "I have a job to go back to at home. What excuse do you want me to give to my boss for my absence? How do you expect me to pay my bills if he fires me? Why are you doing this to me?"
His silence is killing me, filling me with a deep sense of grief.
What else should I say?
I sniff, cry some more before wiping my tears and looking out of the car window. "I hate you for doing this to me."
A scoff escapes his lips which makes me turn to him.
"You look smart but you aren't smart. If you are, you would make your findings well so you won't end up mistaking someone else for the woman who jilted you!" I say in between gritted teeth.
I don't know where all of this is coming from but I am sure it is from my will to survive. When I said I hate him, I meant it.
Thinking my statement will touch a soft spot in him, I am about to take my eyes off him when he grabs me instantly, his fingers digging into my neck region in an attempt to strangle me.
My back hits the car seat and I sink into it again while struggling with him but his hold on me is firmer. His eyes are so cold, bringing back a sense of fear in me.
His eyes dance around with emotions I can't place. Emotions that I wish to figure out desperately.
His breath fans my entire face, making me shut my eyes while he grits his teeth furiously and rasps out. "Don't you dare speak back at me that way ever again? You lost that right the moment you fled to God knows where like a coward!"
He doesn't believe anything I have said.
Even though I am tempted to scream and tell him I am not her again, I am choking.
I can't breathe. His fingers enclose around my neck region tightly and shock runs through my veil, thinking he really wants to kill me.
I close my eyes as more tears pour, waiting for the cold hands of death to knock in as he sucks the life out of me with his hands around my neck but instead, he frees me, making me hack a cough and take in as much air as I could get.
He sits back in the space beside me, adjusts his jacket and picks up the big phone to continue what he was doing before I interrupted with my stupid tears.
Thankfully that I am not dead yet, tears continue to roll down my eyes.
This man will never believe a word I say. I guess it's better I accept my fate, keep mute and let him do whatever he wants with me.
I will make my own findings and find that woman who has put me in this situation. Maybe then I will be able to talk again or I will be able to get his attention and he will believe me.
I don't only hate him, I also hate her.
Andre Moore.
The real woman who is supposed to be married to this jerk but ran away like a coward.
I will make her pay for this.
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
Xavier's POV She looks like she is going to faint soon. Her face goes pale and white as she continues to watch me with her hands around her mouth and her eyes bulging wide open.I can vow that this isn't the first time she is seeing a man naked so I wonder why the overreaction.Andre is known for her wild lifestyle.Suddenly, it hits me.I am dealing with a different person now. There is a high possibility that this is not Andre but someone else who looks just like her.It's hard to believe but I am giving it a chance even though nothing is changing about us pushing through with the wedding. I won't let my guard down. I won't be tricked again until another person is produced as Andre. This is when I will be fully sure that the woman before me who seems innocent and naive, unlike the fiery, strong-headed woman who left me at the altar months ago, is different.When she isn't moving or batting her eyes, I decide to cover up. I grab a towel from the stand and wrap it around my waist.I
Jasmine's POV His eyes do not hold anger or intimidation. It is just a gentle stare. A stare that makes my heart flutter like I am having the wedding of my dream indeed.A stare that makes him the opposite of the monster I call. A stare that makes me wish things were different and we aren't total strangers but two people who found love in each other and are here because of that.There is absolutely nothing great about this wedding. Not my well-styled hair with different beautiful ribbons, not my white beautiful short wedding dress, not my beautiful makeup which makes me look different and definitely not the expensive heels I have on.This might be a wedding to him and everyone else here today but to me, it isn't real.I can never be his wife.I am not Andre. I am just taking a place till he finds her.The officiant stands in front of us as soon as we enter the hall, holding hands like we are truly in love with each other and the desire for this wedding isn't one-sided.His hand was