Bound to Mr.CEO
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–”