All Chapters of Abadoned By My Husband, Claimed By His Billionaire’s Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jasmine looked up at Ethan and after a long pause, she began, "Mr. Douglas, this is pointless..."Mentioning Serena would only drag her deeper into the mess and invite reckless harm from Daniel and the Wilson family.She just wanted to protect herself.She wasn't gifted with the inherent superiority and influence that Ethan had.Ethan's brows knitted together. "If you don't stand up for yourself when bullied, any harm that comes your way is on you."His voice was frigid, instilling a twinge of fear in Jasmine.Ethan was not a 'good guy' in the traditional sense, but he had saved her more times than she could count. She was grateful, yet she knew better than to expect him to understand her plight."Let's make a bet, Mr. Douglas," Jasmine said, her voice hoarse, and her gaze intense. "What are we betting on?" Ethan asked, his eyes deep with meaning."That even if I speak up, Serena won't be affected in the least," Jasmine let out a bitter laugh.But if she did speak up, Daniel and Evan

Jasmine dashed toward the charred remains of the house, only to be stopped by a firefighter. "Is this your place? It's been burning all night. If it weren't for a neighbor waking up to the smoke, it would all be gone.""Don't go in there; it's still not safe. These old structures fall apart once they're on fire."Trembling and kneeling on the ground, Jasmine felt her depression setting in, rendering her mute with shock. She struggled to speak; she tried to lift her arms, but her body wouldn't respond.Brother... her brother was still inside.Her greatest fear was always the danger that might reach her brother.Why... why couldn't they just leave her alone?Curled up in a trembling ball on the ground, Jasmine wept silently.How much more would they torment her before they were satisfied?Would it really take her death for Daniel to stop?"My uncle... he's still inside," Justin sobbed, clutching his mom and pointing to the room. "Please, can you save my uncle?"The firefighters exchange

Stellar Enterprises."Mr. Douglas, the earnings for this quarter-"Ethan was in the midst of a meeting when his phone suddenly rang.The conference room fell silent, deathly so.A collective anxiety swept through the attendees, wondering who had the audacity to not only forget to put their phone on silent but even bring it into an internal meeting...While everyone nervously exchanged glances, Ethan pulled out his own phone.A collective sigh of relief followed.Ethan's brow furrowed as he glanced at the unfamiliar number-only a few knew his personal cell."Hello?"On the other end of the line, a tear-choked voice pleaded, "Daddy, come save me, please..."It was Justin, sobbing and begging for help.In the unnerving quiet of the room, everyone stared in shock at Ethan.Since when did Mr. Douglas have a kid? Was he secretly married?Ethan felt a tightness in his chest as he heard the crying on the phone; he stood up abruptly.With a gesture for the Vice President to continue the meetin

Jasmine... doesn't know either?" Liam pondered how chaotic one's personal life must be not to know the identity of their child's father."It's all thanks to you, isn't it? How this child came to be, why Jasmine ended up in a stranger's bed - your families, the Douglases and the Wilsons, should know better. To ruin a woman, you've stopped at nothing, and now you have the nerve to ask about the child's father," Richard spat in anger."Mr. Richard, you're gravely mistaken about Mr. Douglas. Our family has done nothing to you and would never stoop to such actions," Liam retorted defensively on behalf of Ethan."And you expect me to believe that even if Jasmine was set up to have Justin, she wouldn't know who the man was?" Liam asked, disbelieving.Richard couldn't be bothered to explain any further and turned to find Justin.At that moment, Ethan emerged, cradling Justin in his arms.Richard walked over and took Justin from Ethan. "Thank you for today, Mr. Douglas. I will repay you. Just

Boston lacked San Francisco's finesse but exuded an extra touch of decadence.In the city's neon blur, the strange disconnect nearly drowned Jasmine.Curled up in the corner, she shivered fiercely.Boston was not San Francisco. There, even without a true winter, the cold cut deep. Here, the winter was real.Snow swirled at night, with passersby hustling through the flurries.Leaning against the glass of a storefront window, Jasmine watched the heavy snowfall.She'd loved snowy days as a child because San Francisco never had them. Her longing to see snow was that much stronger."Jasmine, this year I will take you to see the snow in Philadelphia."She remembered the winter before her ruse was exposed. Her brother, Evan, had arranged everything - whisking her away straight from school to give her a wondrous surprise.As a child, Evan's love was unquestionable, giving his sister every bit of protection a brother could. It had felt so deserved back then, now it seemed like a debt to repay.