All Chapters of Invading The Billionaire's Heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jasmine* I swallowed the lump that usually stayed in my throat whenever I was around my husband. Lilian had said that it was childish to keep running from him and Lisa too. I suddenly realized that it was useless, it was time I stopped running. "Sit here," He requested pointing to a space beside him. Again, I would be sitting close to my husband, I heaved and moved to where he was seated. All I needed to do was control my breathing but as I was struggling with keeping my breathing under control, he startled me with a question. "Dear wife, are you an asthmatic patient?" "Not really, Uhumm no. Why did you ask?" "You breathe with difficulty whenever I am around you, has it always been this way? I could call my doctor ASAP." Yes, he was right! I only breathed faster when he was around me because of his charisma. There was something about my husband, the way he carried himself was something I so much admired. "I'm not asthmatic, I used to be a sprinter back then, so I was runni

Jasmine* I wanted to respond with a powerful No immediately but surprise choked my words, and I stuttered crazily. I loved my husband so much, he was a handsome, young billionaire that cares for his wife. Every single feature of him was alluring and it was taking a greater part of me daily but hey, I can't admit to loving him because he wouldn't say the same about me, I thought. "Okay? I didn't hear you?" "Mrs. Laura, your son and I are not in love, we signed a contract that forbids us to do so, we are both keeping contract terms." "To hell with a mother fucking terms, my daughter, if you love my son grab him to yourself completely so that no one ruins your union with him. Leaving him will mean facing your cruel stepmother again, I thought it was a better way to save you." "How do you know about my stepmom?" "On a certain night, my son dreamt about a lady named Jasmine who was being maltreated by her stepmom, so, I began my search." "What?" "Yes, you two are meant for each ot

Mrs. Laura* She found it difficult to spill what she had in mind. "I will say it as soon as we are home together, alone." I rolled my eyes to the front of the car where Stanley sat, steering the wheel. "Alright, but I hope it will be something positive." She nodded. Jasmine was a really beautiful young lady who deserved better. I loved her from the first day. It wouldn't be bad if she could carry my grandchild. I would love and nurture both of them together. "Mrs. Laura?" She called me after I got seated. "A drink or anything else?" "I'm good, I do not have the appetite." She had changed into a pretty gown. "About what I wanted to say, Mrs. Laura, I'm so much afraid of your son." She started. "Why is that?" "That is because I have a little fear of overly handsome men like him. I once dated someone...," She became teary, she paused and swallowed. "I don't want to love anyone anymore. I had a taste of painful heartbreak, what made it worse was engaging her right before my

Lisa* "Mrs. Jasmine I have a plan." "Okay? What's the plan?" "Please, come with me." Mrs. Jasmine walked closely behind me. These few days I noticed how sad she had been since Mr. Jason's disappearance. She rarely ate her meals, all she could do was sit behind a statue to wail and talk to herself each passing moment. "Lisa," She called out to me. "Where are you taking me?" "I'm taking you away from the cameras." Her eyebags affected the contours of her face. Her endless tears made temporal lines over her cheeks. "Mrs. Jasmine you have the power to bring Mr. Jason back home." I started, being conscious of the fact that I was still her maid and not an equal. She faced me abruptly with interest. "How?" "You could go to the media station and confess your feelings for Mr. Jason, I believe he will be moved by that single gesture." "What? I'd rather die, I can't do that." She shrugged and shook her head. She pushed her hair behind her ears and folded her arms. "Mr. Jason will

Jason* Everyone else walked out of the room while I remained, I was seated on a bench pressing my phone as though there was something more important in the phone at the moment. My wife sat up and leaned on a pillow. She coughed and I raised my head. "I'm very sorry, dear husband." She began, tears starting to creep down her face. "Please, come closer." She requested with a remorseful look. I hesitated. "Please," I made it to the bed and stopped beside it. "What?" She continued crying. "Why are you crying? After hugging my twin brother some hours ago?" "Oh, my God! I don't understand," She was extremely ashamed. "I. I .. thought.." She stuttered. "It was Justin who came to the house this afternoon, you were hugging him with all of your might. You love him, no wonder you have been running away from me." "I was thinking it was you, you left me alone for a long time, no concern whatsoever. I've been lonely and sad all the time. I turned into a weeping princess by the day. I mi