Semua Bab The Man Who Stole My Name : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Cipher's POVI've buried myself in work since i got to my office, and i intend to keep it that way. I told my secretary to cancel all appointments for the day and not come into this office at all.My fingers brush the edge of the desk, i tapped absent mindedly on my laptop as i stared at the my laptop. Of course, my mind is not even on the work i was doing. Yeah, i buried myself in work, but was i actually doing the work? I couldn't. I couldn't get myself to think straight, even when i have a pile of work stacked up on my desk. The violent buzzing of my phone brought me back to life. If the person calling me was right in front of me, i would slap him. I reluctantly picked it up and looked at the caller.It's Bruno. My private investigator.I picked it up immediately.“Talk to me.”“We found something, boss,” he said, voice taut.My heart leapt into my throat.“Tell me.”“I’ll send it to you now, sir.”The line went dead before I could ask any follow-up questions. In less than thir

Jasmine's \ SOPHIE'S POVImmediately Cipher left, and the door closed behind him. The air felt heavier.I sat there still, my body didn't know how to react to the tension that just happened, to the heat between my thighs.My skin still prickled from where his breath fanned a few minutes ago. My body became hot, and my heartbeat became even faster. I looked down at my swollen breast, and i could see my hard nipple poking out of the mesh of a nightie i was putting on. I could still smell him, and he had clouded my mind. "I could fuck you if i wanted to..." his words echoed through my mind, and my body became restless and even hotter.I closed my eyes and let his image fill meI pressed my thighs together harder, and i shiver as my clit tightens.My hand moved slowly to my clit as i gently rubbed my fingers against it, feeling myself with immense pleasure. I touched myself slowly. My fingers trailed over my breasts as i brought them out and rubbed my hard nipples gently. "Cipher," i

Cipher's POVThe mansion of D'Amato stood out like a gem in the Parisian night and every arch-window gleamed back the gold against the closely-tended lawns. The air outside, themed to a Parisian gala was already pregnant with the sounds of camera shutters and the flash of paparazzi lights. Black limos crept up the drive like mutes of prey sending off dignitaries in designer suits and glittering gowns.This wasn’t just another social spectacle. I knew better. Eleanor had just returned from her six-month absence, and she hadn’t wasted time. The invitations had gone out under the guise of celebration, but the real purpose was obvious to me: to woo shareholders, to sway old alliances, to tip the scales toward Julius. My stepbrother. My enemy.My gaze drifted toward Eleanor as she worked the crowd. She wove in and out, like a practiced hostess would do, just the right smile at the right time, just the right champagne flute in the proper hand at the proper moment. And still in her late fift

Jasmine’s POV.We just got back from the party, and the house was quiet; there was no maid in sight, and they are probably asleep. I quietly slipped off my heel, my clutch dangling from my hand.As i was halfway to my room, i felt something odd in the clutch. I stopped and unclipped the clasp. My body froze when i saw the small Polaroid slide into my palm.The world seems to shift. I almost couldn't breathe. It was a picture of me, no, her.Jasmine Goldwyn, my face before surgery, my long, unbroken nose, and no trace of Cipher's Emilia.It's a picture of me and my dad, it looked worn as if it had been tucked away for years. "Cipher." i finally found my voice, even though it came out sharp, it was trembling.He was already heading towards his room in the opposite direction, but he turned to my tone with a frown."What's wrong?"I shoved the Polaroid at him like it was a loaded weapon.“This. This is what’s wrong. Someone knows. Someone from before...” My breath hitched. “You said yo

Jasmine\Sophie's POVMy black Mercedes pulled to a halt before Goldwyn Empire, and its mirror-surfaced face was dripping with the city lights. The structure was not different. The building hadn’t changed. Not the towering pillars at the entrance, not the sprawling red carpet rolled out for tonight’s fundraiser. What had changed was me.Ian, Cipher’s driver, opened my door with a polite bow.I slipped out of the car, my heels pressed the carpet, the champagne silk tightened to my body, and brought out every curve in my body. I took a deep breath in an attempt to get grounded, but the floral smell of roses, perfume, and money washed away a long ago rush of memories. This was once my world. My father’s world. Mine.My chest tightened. I recalled how I used to follow him when I was a girl, watching how he would greet CEOs, ministers, and foreign investors. His palm would touch my shoulders lightly, “Someday, Jasmine, thou wilt lead them,” he would speak gruffly, with pride in his voice.