All Chapters of WIFE TO A CHEATER BRIDE TO A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JASMINE POV.I was leaning over the pool's edge, trying to coax a frightened stray cat away from the water. It was trembling, stuck on a narrow ledge, and I stupidly thought I could help. But I misstepped and plunged into the water. I panicked when the cold water hit me hard; I couldn’t swim; I scattered my arms and kicked my legs uselessly, trying to float on top. I tried to scream but only swallowed more water. Everything felt too loud and too far away like I was screaming inside my own head, and no one could hear me. My chest burned, and it became so unbearable that I blacked out.Then, faintly… a familiar voice called out to me in the dark.“Please wake up… Please…”I felt something firm and warm pressed against my chest, and then his ear touched my skin.“Come on, Jasmine. Come back to me. Please…”He sounded broken.Another push—again—and suddenly, air tore into my lungs. I gasped, coughing, sputtering out water as I jerked forward. My whole body convulsed, shaking from the col

JASMINE POV. “Just make sure to write the orders clearly. Table numbers are listed right here.” The old lady, who insisted I call her Mrs. Hargrove, tapped the notepad in my hand with a gentle smile. “And don’t worry if you mess up, dear. We all do at first.”I nodded, tying the apron strings around my waist. “I understand.”It had been years since I had done anything like this. The last time I worked in a restaurant was when I was young and in college, trying to start up my business. I straightened my apron, picked up the notepad, and walked over to the next table. A young woman sat there, tapping her manicured nails against the tabletop. I gave her my best customer service smile. “Good morning! What would you like to order?”Her eyes snapped to mine, and she squinted, her head tilting slightly. “Wait… I know you.”My smile faltered. “I’m sorry?”Her eyes widened. “I know you!” she repeated, louder this time, turning a few heads in our direction, I blinked, pressing a hand to my c

WILLIAM STONE Since Jasmine left my house, I had been so angry at everything, mostly myself. I let my ego take the wheel, overreacting like a damn fool. It wasn’t like she wanted to drown, but I lashed out when she called out my crying. It made me feel weak, and all that bitterness I had buried over her leaving came roaring back to life. It was like she unconsciously thrived on giving me pain, and I hated that I still harbored feelings for her after all these years.She had dumped me so cruelly: no message, no reason, no call. I went to her house for weeks, sitting outside in the rain or blistering sun, waiting for her to speak to me. But she never came down. She was cruel, and I started to think she saw my love as a weakness. Maybe that’s why she thought I wasn’t good enough for her. And the worst part? She was right. She was my weakness. I should’ve ignored her and moved on like any sane man would. But I didn’t. Because even after everything, I still wanted her. So when I saw tha

WILLIAM STONE“But I did,” I interrupted, thumb brushing her cheek. “And I would do it again.”Jasmine was about to say something when we were interrupted by paparazzi and their blinding flashlights. I squinted against the onslaught, instinctively sliding my arm around Jasmine’s waist to steady her.“Jasmine! Is it true you and Nathan Hale are together?”“William, are you and Jasmine in a relationship?”“How long has this been going on?”Jasmine panicked, leaning closer to me. “Did you call them?” She whispered.“No,” I replied smoothly, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “I have no idea how they found us.”That part, of course, was a lie. I knew exactly how they found us. I had Mateo send the coordinates out an hour ago, just enough time for them to swarm the place. Nathan Hale holding her in his arms like he owned her? Not on my watch. If the world wanted a story, I would give them the right one.I straightened up, raising my voice above the noise. “I appreciate everyone’s interest,”

JASMINE POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling oddly refreshed, considering I had spent most of the night tossing and turning. William had not said a word to me after I left him standing there all broody and aroused. Good. Let him simmer.We were scheduled for a local walking tour that morning, one William had reluctantly agreed to after the hotel concierge suggested it with too much enthusiasm for cobblestones and crumbling statues. I didn’t mind. It was better than sitting in the suite being watched like I was on house arrest.The tour guide was a petite woman with a strong accent, talking animatedly about the ‘Wall of Confessions, ’ a centuries-old stone wall where people used to write anonymous confessions with chalk still preserved. Still in use. People wrote secrets, regrets, and wishes. Some are funny, Some are painful, and Some are deeply shameful.The guide handed everyone chalk sticks.“Feel free to write something, even anonymously. Many couples do. It’s tradition.”I wa