Jasmine's POVOne side of my cloth was torn, revealing my breast. I was ashamed of myself that I had to scream. He grabbed my breast with his arm, a tickling smile escaping from his lips. “I can't wait to have all of this tonight.” The fear of him thrusting himself inside me gripped me. I continued to scream, heavy tears dripping from my eyes. I wished someone would come to my rescue.He held my lips to shut me up from screaming. I was moaning, trying to let go of his hand from my mouth, but I couldn't because my hands were tied. “I love every single bit of you, and I want to make you feel like you are in paradise,” he whispered in my ear. I was burning up with anger, but what could I do? I was strongly held captive and prayed silently that Earnest would find me before he took advantage of me.He slowly kissed my forehead. I felt like squeezing him. “I love you. Today, I will make sure I give you rock and raw to make you feel every part of me.” He let go of his hand from my mouth.“Dr
Jasmine Pov Just then, as he was about to unzip his trousers, he staggered heavily on me. With my eyes closed, I wondered what would happen to me if he succeeded in having the best of me. "Are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice while still keeping my eyes closed. It sounded like Earnest's. I felt as if I was drifting away from the world. I couldn't feel the atmosphere. I felt a gentle touch on my cheeks; it felt like I was dreaming. "My love, can you tell me that you are fine?" I thought I was dreaming and didn't want to open my eyes to find myself in a nightmare. He briskly pushed me to bring me back. My eyes opened, and I was shocked to see Earnest right in front of me with his face sparkling like the morning star. I thought I had succeeded in touring inside the world of dreams. "Darling, is that you?" I touched him to make sure it was him, and he nodded. "Are you okay?" he asked me, but it seemed like a dream. I wondered how he knew I was here. "Tell me that I'm not dre
We walked out of the rubble building. I was so excited to finally be free from Drake's torment, something I thought no one would help me escape. I never knew he would rescue me. I couldn't stop the tears of joy dripping from my eyes as I remembered how Drake had torn my clothes and sucked my breast. The memory pierced my mind, but one thing I'm grateful for is that he arrived just in time; Drake never had his way.He opened the car door for me. I hopped in, feeling better, like someone who just came out of a coma. As he got into the driver's seat, he helped me tighten the seatbelt. He stared into my eyes; his expression and the way he looked at me made it obvious that I wasn't okay.“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, fumbling with his hand on my cheek. I groaned in pain.“It hurts,” I yelped. He searched my face to check where I had bruises.“We’re going to the hospital right now.” His face was worried, but I insisted I was fine. I hate hospitals because seeing people in pain hurts
**Earnest POV** I embraced her warmly, not knowing what to tell her about us getting married. I hoped she understood that it wasn't my fault; my father wanted me to marry only Clara and no one else. I was afraid he wouldn't like her. She recoiled from my hold and gave me a weak smile. "Darling!" Her voice was twisted with sadness. "What's the problem, dear?" I asked, not happy to see her face like that. "What do you think of me?" she asked, but I didn't know how to respond. "You are the best woman I have ever seen, the most beautiful woman ever," I responded, hoping she would make me understand why she was asking all of this because right now, I was confused about where her question was coming from. "If I'm the best woman you have ever seen, what is wrong with getting married to me?" She wasn't looking happy. Why was I acting this way, like a daddy's boy? I couldn't even fight for the one I loved but always did what my father expected of me. I stared into her eyes—those eye
*****************I detested my father and wished he would die because he had a mind of a beast and it terrified me to see my mother get hurt. As a result of my father's continued punching, my mother's body is weakening, and he views me as trash and useless. I couldn't put up with my father's despicable behavior. I ran away from home to work as a housekeeper for a billionaire's son. He was so rude and full of himself.I eventually ended up falling in love with him. When I returned home, I was to able to convince my mom she decided to eloped with me to the place where I had been. I'm happy to hear that she is now madly in love, but with whom? Jasmine Bella is a courageous person who has a talent for painting and perseveres in pursuing her goals. Her top priority is making sure that her mother is happy, and she will stop at nothing to ensure that she smiles the biggest smile possible. ********* Chapter 1The sun shone so barely; it’s midsummer, and I was still on my bed, turni
It’s late at night, everyone has gone to bed, but dad isn’t back yet. My mom was still awake, waiting for him to come so she could prepare him dinner. I fling on my bed. I was trying to meditate. I don’t know when I doze off. Now I’m waken by dad’s uproarious noise I could hear someone hitting something. "What’s happening? I hope this man is not hitting Mom." I muster to myself as the sound continues to disrupt me. I stood up to know what it was I was hearing as I got to my door. I quietly opened it because I was afraid to see that my dad was hitting my mom. I couldn’t bear to see him beating my mom. "Stupid woman, what do you know how to do, you and that your daughter is good for nothing," he yelled at her and hit her wooden chair on her head. She fell down unconsciously. I opened the door with so many tears in my eyes. I cast him a furious gaze. He is totally drunk. I approached my unconscious mother, watching her as she lay helplessly on the floor, blood streaming from her
I lay in my bed, attempting to mediate. I was daydreaming about the present, specifically how I received scholarships to Kisco High School. I took a few deep breaths, reopened my eyes, and returned to the awareness of my breath. After a few minutes, I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts. I opened my drawer and took out all of my painting supplies. I began drafting my feelings on a piece of paper, and the black paint of my mother and daughter's fear coiled in their eyes. It's my fear of insanity, I guess, as I draft it. "Jasmine, my dear," my mother called, and I unlatched my room door. I was pleasantly happy to see her face glowing with a resplendent smile for the first time. "I want you to prepare. You are going for Kisco scholarship exams. I strive to get this money to see that you entered that school. She handed me over $200. That’s a lot of money. I was so shocked and excited at the same time. Where did she get all this from? She must have suffered so hard to get this mon
"Jasmine," my father called with a calm voice. I was so surprised at the way he called; it wasn’t like that before. He must be having a very good day. I answered him, but somehow I felt like switching him around, like my money. "I have done everything for you." "The least you can do for me is pay me by getting married to whomever I choose for you as suitors." I glared at him. I’m just twenty, and he wants to marry me to someone who is just like him. "I have a very rich friend who is willing to take care of you." It’s quite certain I will be getting money from him every day for my upkeep . Don’t disappoint me, do you hear me?" I couldn’t focus on what he was saying with just his annoying voice and his adenoidal voice. He grasped my left ear, making it hurt. "Ouch." I winced in pain. His grip is really hurting. He must have been a wrestler when he was my age. Now I can remember him saying that his friend, who is just his age, will come and marry me off because he has a lot of pr