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Jasmine's POV “Where in heaven's name is this good for nothing tramp!” Lila screeched at the top of her voice. Here we go again. Mornings like these were the worst, days when Lila, my stepmother, woke up on the right side of her bed, yes when she was extremely happy and ready to torment my sad life. Trust me, you don't want to know what happens when she's in a bad mood. My door slammed open. “Still in bed, jasmine?!” She stood hands on her waist. I checked my clock and it read 4:20, usually I got up as early as 4:00 but thanks to all the dishes I had to do last night after my stepsister's had a party, I went to bed really late. I bolted up from my bed, still sleepy and tired. “Get that lazy ass off your bed and start doing your chores and while you're at it make sure you feed the cat, water the garden, deliver the dresses to the old lady at Winston…..” On and on she went listing out the trail of chores I had to do in one day. I got up from my bed, ready for the worst. “A

Jasmine's POV I laid on my bed battered and in pains sobbing as I cursed at the world for being so cruel. “I can't let this continue, my life can't just go down the drain like this, this has to stop.” I picked up my phone dialling my boyfriend's number. “Hey, baby, whatchu doing?” Justin asked with an accent. I sobbed. “What's going on? What happened to you?” “Babe, I don't think I can continue living in this house anymore, let's elope.” I resounded on the phone. “Oh,” Justin's voice trailed off. “I gat you okay, just pick a few things when you're coming over tonight okay?” “Okay, see there in 20 minutes” I sobbed, it was already past 10pm I picked up my torn bag, put it a few dressed and some toiletries. After I went out to look if anyone was still outside, satisfied that they had all gone to bed I quietly locked my door, threw down my curtains and tied it on the railings. Hanging my bag over my waist I slid down the curtain and landed with a light thud on the floor. I r

_Jemah's POV_“Why are you bent on destroying the family's reputation?!” Grandpa yelled, coughing harder this time around.“Pa, how does my decision not to get married affect the family's reputation?” I frowned. I sat across from my father, in his lavish office. The tension between us was palpable. We were discussing a topic I had no interest in – marriage. The very word made my skin crawl, evoking images of suffocating commitment and tedious responsibility."Jemah, you're not getting any younger," Grandfather said, his voice firm but laced with concern. His eyes, a piercing brown that seemed to bore into my soul, narrowed slightly as he spoke. "It's time you settled down with a wife. Someone who can bear your children and secure your legacy."I scoffed, rolling my eyes in disgust. Marriage was the last thing on my mind. I had more pressing concerns, like expanding our family's business empire and solidifying my position as the future leader."Grandfather, I don't have time for this,