Alle Kapitel von Taming the billionaire playboy : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Chaper 2: I'm Alexander Philips The hallway felt colder on the way out. Jasmine walked with measured steps, not trusting her knees to move too fast, she might fall on her face. The silence in the mansion pressed against her ears, heavier than before. She didn’t look back at the office door. She wouldn’t give him that. She shouldn’t have come. The thought cut through her like a blade, clean and merciless. Her mother had warned her years ago—He made his choice. Don’t ever expect him to unmake it. Jasmine hadn’t believed he could be this cruel toward them, not when his blood was in her veins. But now she knew better. He hadn’t changed He never cared. Not about her. Not about her mother. Not about anything that didn’t serve him. She regretted looking for him. Regretted walking into his world and thinking the word “father” meant something. But at least now—at least now—her mother would live. That was the only thing keeping her legs moving. She was almost at the fro

chapter 4, so much for belonging Jasmine tossed and turned on her small bed until morning finally dragged her out of it. She shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she reached for the kettle. The place was too quiet. Too still. The empty chair across the table reminded her that her mother wasn’t there to fill the silence. Her phone buzzed on the counter. Two messages. The first, from the one man she wished wasn’t tied to her. > You’ll be meeting them at Grand Royal Hotel. 10 p.m. Don’t be late. And don’t mess anything up. She let out a deep sign. It still amazed her sometimes—she was the one who went searching for him after twenty years, hoping maybe he’d want her now. But he treated her like she was dirt . And this time, she was tired of trying to be daddy's perfect little girl. She opened the second message. > Meeting is at 10. Don’t wear red—my mother hates it. . —Alex. She blinked at the screen. How the hell did he even get her number? Then a

Chapter 6 — The Breaking Point The first thing Jasmine felt was cold. The kind that seeps through skin and settles in bone. A faint, mechanical beeping pulsed beside her, steady and cruel. When her eyes fluttered open, everything came back at once. The hospital. The sterile white walls. The smell of antiseptic and sadness. And her mother. Maria lay still on the bed, her face ghostly under the pale light. Machines hummed softly, wires snaking from her fragile arms. Jasmine sat in the chair beside her, realizing she had fallen asleep there — her fingers still locked around her mother’s hand. Her throat was raw, her body aching. When she touched her face, she felt the tightness of dried tears and the faint salt that had crusted along her cheeks. Her eyes stung, swollen and dark. She looked like someone who had forgotten what rest meant. “Mom…” Her voice cracked. “Please wake up. I don’t know what to do anymore.” The only response was the unfeeling rhythm of the heart moni

Chapter 8 — The Ex Who Should’ve Been The moment the woman ran into Alex’s arms, Jasmine froze. The air outside the Phillips mansion felt heavier than it had moments ago. Her lungs seemed to catch with every heartbeat. The woman clung to Alex with a familiarity that made her stomach twist. For a dizzy second, Jasmine wondered if she had every right to do so, she was nothing but a fake fiancee anyway. “Alex!” the woman exclaimed, voice soft and melodic, a voice that screamed I'm a rich brat. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.” Alex hesitated for only a second before returning the hug , just enough to show acknowledgment but not affection. “Didn’t realize I needed to send a notice, Mia.” Mia pulled back, her smile polished, almost too perfect. Jasmine immediately distrusted it. There was a tension under the surface, something that said Mia was not simply a casual family friend. “And this must be Jasmine,” Mia said, eyes flicking over her like she was inspecting a work of ar

Chapter 10 — The Test Begins Dinner had never felt so cold, awkward, tense. Crystal clinked, chairs scraped, conversations overlapped—yet all Jasmine could hear was the thunder of her own heartbeat as she took her seat beside Alex at the long mahogany table. Every pair of eyes seemed to track her, weigh her, judge her. The newest Phillips. The unexpected bride. The girl no one saw coming. Across the table, Vincent’s father leaned toward his wife and muttered something under his breath. Felicia Phillips—elegant, cold, and impossibly composed—gave Jasmine a look that slid over her like she was dirt dragged in on expensive shoes. Natalie scrolled lazily through her phone, though Jasmine could feel the girl watching her from behind the black screen. Barbara, sweet as ever, kept smiling warmly. Tony looked quietly proud. Alex looked… tense. And Grandfather sat at the head of the table like a king ready to watch a battlefield unfold. He tapped his fork once against h