Jafar X Jasmine Novels & Stories

*Chapter 60 What a fool!* At the back, Lucia's eyes lit in delight. Her gaze greeted Carl, and they both smiled. Employing her brows, she appointed him to comfort Jasmine. Jasmine stood by the door, frozen! Her eyes were crammed with unshed tears. " Jas baby. Forget about my uncle. I am here, younger and I can satisfy you " his croaky voice confessed. " If she was my daughter, I would have forced poison down her throat " an elderly scoffed bestowing Jasmine ill looks

"I'm sorry if I took it a little too far with the whole kidnapping activity, I'm just trying- "I know Tommy, you're trying to prepare me for the worst, I get," she said folding her arms as Tommy stood up, "No, I don't think you get it, Jasmine, I'm a mafia, a very powerful mafia and there is a lot of people who are trying to kill me," he said as Jasmine quietly listened.

“Allow us.” ‘After this,’ I promised myself. After this opening. After the Ives confirmation and the investors and the numbers, I will deal with every single thing that happened this morning. Jasmine watched us for a second too long and then— “Fine.” Her voice came from above me. “Whatever. But you only have two hours. So, whatever you're doing, make it snappy.” Relief hit me so hard it almost hurt. And just like that, she turned and walked away, her heels striking the pavement. Unhurried, precise, moving as though she hadn't dismantled a man in front of his own event.

**Jasmine's POV*** I woke up to a sharp pain on my joint, my head spinned from suffocation. When my eyes flew open Justin stood across from me, we were in a different place now. What was going on? “Justin–” I made to stand up but my hands were tied to my back. “Hey, sweetheart. You're awake already?” I grunted. “Easy there, pookie, I need you fresh for the buyers tonight.” He walked towards where I lay and crouched down.

They continued laughing, and Rafael scoffed when he turned to me. “Did you hear that? You’ll never leave here alive, Narra, and as my wife, I can do whatever I want with you. So, get a bath and wait for me in my room.” “Never. You’ll never touch me unless I’m dead,” I shot back, removing his hand from my chin. “I will never give my body to a man who has killed my father and my friend. Another thing, I’m not your slave, and I won’t let you treat me like one.” I took off the apron and threw it in his face before I turned around and walked away.

“Javier. Always looking like someone ready to sign a peace treaty while planning a war in the back room.” “I’m flattered you think I’m capable of multitasking,” Javier said casually. Rhea had already pushed forward, abandoning her suitcase in the hallway without remorse. “Move,” she told Hazel and Poppy. “My turn. Jasmine first.” She walked toward me without slowing down, her coat swishing, and pulled me into a hug that smelled like expensive perfume and a bit of vodka no one should legally mention at this hour. “Hi, witch,” she whispered near my ear. “You’re alive. Thank God. I didn’t fly this far to attend a funeral.”

I put on more makeup than usual, but still much less than Mom and Jaxon probably expected. When I made my way downstairs for the official introductions, I’d managed to calm myself. My eyes still felt too warm from almost crying, but my smile didn’t waver when I descended the stairs toward Dad, Jaxon , and his companion Felix . Dad took my hand, squeezing it as he led me toward my future husband. Jaxon’s expression was a masterpiece of controlled politeness as he regarded me. His eyes were dark blue, like the depth of the ocean, and gave the impression that they could swallow you just as easily as the bottomless sea. Disapproval flashed across his face when he took in my dress.

“For the way I spoke yesterday.” Jaden exhaled. “I was wrong too.” They stood side by side. “The man’s name,” Jasmine said suddenly. Jaden turned quickly. “Christopher,” Jasmine said softly. “He is my fiancé.” Jaden stiffened. “And that woman?” “Valentina,” Jasmine continued. “My stepsister.” Silence enveloped them. “They had an affair,” Jasmine added without emotion. “Behind my back.” Jaden clenched his fists. “And your father?”

Raffaele’s voice is softer now, edged with concern, but it only fuels my irritation. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I reply, my voice smooth but distant. I push back my chair and rise gracefully to my feet, careful to avoid the glass shards at my feet. "Raffaele, is it really you?" The woman, Jas—Jasmine, apparently—tilts her head slightly, her expression lighting up with recognition. I watch as Raffaele slowly pushes his own chair back, standing to his full imposing height. A smile, small but genuine, crosses his usually impassive face as he steps forward and pulls Jasmine into a brief but warm embrace.

He and Jasmine were already going through a bonds-renewed… a term Marco made up himself… which meant a long-crazy –over-the-top-lovemaking, and he did it over and over again. "Crazy ... he went that far?" "Yes. Did I tell you that Jasmine's family is actually an Alpha from France? Alpha Jacques?" “Jacques? I know that name, and indeed he is always associated with that myth… an alpha who is strong due to the energy from his mate… I know that.” Said Xander.