Jasmine And Jafar Romane & Geschichten

he started, "I stand before you tonight, proud of what we have achieved together." As he was talking, I couldn't believe how time and days had flown by. The pauper Jasmine had won the heart of this wonderful guy. I used to lie in bed, tossing and turning, wishing for the day I would meet my prince charming. Here he was, smiling like the dove of heaven, making my heart want him more. "Hey, you ugly fowl," I heard a lady say. I thought I was imagining things. Where had I heard that before? Then I remembered the day I came for a job at Earnest's mansion as a maid. Oh, that ugly incident.

It had been most likely out of the fear that, as Chloe had found her mate; she was totally going to abandon him. “How are we sure you didn't have a hand in my daughter's death? You were probably jealous that she was the Alpha's mate.” My mother accused, sobbing loudly. That wasn't true. Yes, I had been jealous, but never for once had I thought of harming her. “As for Jasmine, the pack suspects her of intentionally delivering her into the hands of her killer for her to be killed out of jealousy, and her punishment is—” Jason's eyes surveyed the crowd. “Jasmine is hereby sentenced to be a slave to the pack for the rest of her life.” He pronounced coldly.

I turned my head with enthusiasm and looked at the man closely. "So, what information might be beneficial to Jasmine?" Bastian interjected. "Her ex-girlfriend has a character that is not much different from Jasmine," Jaden said. Not much different from me? What kind of character do I have? "Spoiled, noisy, and annoying girl?" Bastian guessed. Wait a minute! What did he say? "Exactly!" Jaden replied casually. Oh, shit! "So ... Jasmine, just be yourself, do what you usually do, you don't need to bother acting in front of him," Jaden said as he patted my arm gently.

Jasmine’s POV “You know exactly where I was planning to go, Adonis. Far away from here,” I yelled. Tears stung my eyes as my escape plan fell apart right in front of me. Adonis suddenly burst out laughing. The sound shocked me. It was loud and bitter, echoing through the room. “Jasmine, look around you. Everything has changed. You’re not the spoiled rich daughter of Jose Almonte anymore. You’re my wife now. This is your home. Not with anyone else, especially not Sebastian.”

And while she rotted in a cell… who would pay for her mother’s surgery? Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Jasmine said nothing more. Just eyed them with sour eyes. She had never met two people as twisted as them. And the worst part was, she actually loved them, actually believed they loved her. The Perfume competition was in a matter of hours, and Antonio didn't have the energy to argue with Jasmine. He didn't even consider it in his best interest anyway, "Jas, please forget about your petty Jealousy–”

“Let’s see what Prince Charming picked out.” Inside were several outfits — elegant, understated, but expensive enough to make Jasmine’s hands tremble. They settled on a soft cream blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers and matching heels. Jamie insisted on light makeup — “soft but lethal” — and curled her hair into loose waves. When Jasmine finally looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked composed. Polished. Like someone who belonged to a different world. Jamie whistled. “He’s not ready.” Jasmine smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” pretending to faint and they both broke out laughing again.

**JASMINE POV** "Do we really need three suitcases for one week?" I asked Saph, who was currently sitting cross-legged on my bed, surrounded by roughly half my closet. "You're representing Montgomery Industries on an international business trip and also potentially seducing your childhood sweetheart in a foreign country. This requires options, Jasmine." "I am not seducing anyone. I'm closing a deal." "Sure. That's why you packed the green dress that makes your eyes look like actual emeralds." She held it up, smirking.