CHAPTER 9

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.