The Jasmine Throne Novels & Stories

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

Her champagne gown fell simply over her body, but the way she stood made the fabric look like armor selected by someone with exceptional taste. “Dianna,” Zane said. His hand moved to his wife’s back, a small gesture that didn’t belong at all to the man I used to know. “This is Jasmine.” “I know.” Dianna held out her hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I shook it. “Hopefully not from this family.” “Unfortunately, yes.” “Then half of it was probably slander.” “And the other half?” “Also slander, but more entertaining.” Dianna smiled broadly.

I tilt my head to the side, taking in every inch of her, every blemish on her face, the beauty mark on her right cheek, the different shades of her hair, from the light brown to the chocolate brown tone Her dark orbs meet mine and as soon as they do she averts her gaze back to her empty glass of wine. "So Damon, what position will Jasmine be working as? " Tom's voice brought me out of my daze but I didn't let it show. "Personal assistant, I've been needing one for quite a while now" I swirl the red liquor in my glass before downing it in one go, allowing the burning liquid slide down my dry throat. I watch from the corner of my eye as Jasmine's dove eyes state at me, her gaze drops and her c

The rest of them that were left bowed their heads and went to their different positions in the mansion. This was it, the life of Jasmine Rodd. She was in that mansion, darkness clouding her thoughts. Her mind was envisioning her victory over the man that ruined her. A man she will never forgive and has vowed to get her revenge on. She no longer looked like Jasmine, the woman who left Fabian’s house. She was not the mother who was forced to leave behind her daughter without dropping an explanation to her daughter as of why she was leaving. She was no longer the woman accused before the world for infidelity when she never took active part in the act. But she was the woman that situation made o

“Get her the dancing costume, give her the one that only covers her nipples and cunt. The men have been demanding that from her, and we need money.” With this, Markon left, leaving Jasmine to fight for her breath. Jasmine’s legs felt weak, and she fell on the chair. She sighed before her breathing started to regulate, she had never felt so threatened in her entire existence. This time she didn't want to dance but she knew Markon wasn't joking about what he said.

Jasmine flipped her hair to the right shoulder. Exhaling and inhaling silently. Her eyes darted around the room. It was slightly dark, but she could see where the king was sleeping. Reaching for the necklace around her neck, Jasmine straightened her back bravely. Looking at herself, she went as far as wearing a sexy see-through nightgown. “You can't resist me forever,” She could already feel a surge of electric current circulating to her. With each step, she took. Her chest tightened so much that blood trickled from the corners of her lips.

“Understood.” The call ended as Mr. Hawthorne crossed the threshold. His gaze fell on Jasmine, who was approaching from a distance. Jasmine wore a classic beige outfit complete with a belt, a square-shouldered outer, knee-length skirt, and holographic shoes. Her hair was styled in an updo with neatly brushed bangs to the side. “Sir, what do you think?” the staff member asked, her smile radiating satisfaction. “You’ve made it look like we’re going to a palace when we’re just heading to the hospital.”

You can't just abandon me like this. No one else could see her value but me? That was absurd. Jasmine always called herself a business prodigy. What she never understood was that she had York Group backing her and my feelings covering her mistakes. Once she stepped into the real market on her own, she couldn't even survive two weeks. "Tristan, let's forget about the past. As long as I can return to York Group, I'll…" She searched desperately for more promises to prove her loyalty. I threw the documents in her face. "Jasmine, the York family isn't some place anyone can waltz into. I've given you a half-month extension on the auction debt. You have 15 days left. Settle it, or else…"

Christopher returned home with a weary face. “I feel like I’m playing against an opponent I can’t see,” he said quietly. Valentina looked at him. “And Jasmine?” “She’s not a pawn,” Christopher replied. “She’s a bridge.” Valentina clasped his hand. “We can still stop her.” Christopher stared ahead. “If we know where she’s heading.” --- On the hotel balcony, Jasmine stood looking at the night sky. The wind rustled softly. Her phone vibrated once again. > *You’re very calm.*

The maids beside her dropped to the floor, mimicking Jasmine's earlier panic, but my mother stood rigid, unblinking… I stated my business, made sure her servant took the packaged heads, and pushed Kane’s aura into the room as a warning: “Touch Jasmine again, and the next heads won’t belong to your subordinates.” I didn’t wait around for her response… I got what I wanted, had set the boundary then left. But her icy composure bothered me. It is no wonder she manages to hold the throne alongside my father. Cruel and calculated…they deserve each other. I yanked the sheet tight over my waist as I swung my legs out of bed, fighting back my morning erection, the last thing I needed was to give whoe