Jasmine Pov "Please, Jas, help me. I can't marry Earnest." I saw Clara in my dreams still telling me to help her after the day I met her concerning canceling her marriage. I have been seeing her in my dreams and hearing her voice everywhere. I feel that way because I'm afraid I might lose my Earnest for good. I can't believe Earnest wants to live with someone he can't contain. I'm having a feeling of losing someone so special.Oh no, I've got to see Earnest and know why he is acting strange toward me. I've got to meet him this night, and I wish I could see him. We are going to settle it. As I got my phone on my bed, I began to dial Earnest's number. After awhile, a voice came up from the receiver end. “Don't you ever call this number again?" He hung up the call. His voice was so husky, and I can't believe that he said this to me. My mind became unsettled.It's a hint to me that Clara was telling me the truth about the wedding.But I can remember vividly him telling me that he won't
Earnest's POVThe soft morning light filtered through the curtains, coaxing me out of my slumber with its gentle touch. Blinking against the brightness, I found myself enveloped in a warm embrace.Jasmine lay beside me, her head nestled against my chest, breathing softly in the tranquility of sleep. Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to recall how I ended up on the couch, with Jasmine by my side. Did she lure me here, hoping to keep me to herself? The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I gingerly extricated myself from her embrace.“What happened to me last night? How did I get in here?” I felt a sharp pain in my head, and my memory can't catch up with what happened to me yesterday and how I ended up at Jasmine's house. I hit my head with my hand, remembering that today is my wedding. "Did Jasmine know about it? Is it the reason why she kidnapped me to make the wedding not hold?“ I couldn't help but ask myself, I need to get out of here before she wakes up and finds me here
"The bride is missing," I heard Cline's voice, Clara's maid, yelling out. "What?" Everyone burst in as they entered Clara's room. "Where could she have been? Doesn't she know she is getting late for her wedding?" her mother sounded worried. "My nephew is such a careless person; I'm sure Clara left because of him," Aunty Marie said. On hearing, I was pissed off; I had to pretend that I didn't hear anything. "Where did she go? Let's check Earnest; maybe she is with him," her mother suggested. "It's a bad thing for the bride and groom to see each other before they could exchange wedding vows," Aunty Marie said, annoyingly. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. At first, I didn't want to open it, but what can I do if I didn't open it, the knock will persist. I stood up from my couch and went directly to the door and opened it immediately. Aunty Marie pushed me aside and entered inside. "Clara darling, are you there?" she silently called as she searched all around while others joine
On getting to Jasmine House, my heart was throbbing faster. I was wondering if she would ever be able to forgive me for ever making her believe I couldn't stay with her. I twist the door handle as I knock. I was standing there, waiting for her to open the door. After a few minutes, she came outside. Her face was sparkling like a morning star. Her smile was one in a million. I have loved her, and it is only her“Hi.“ Her voice was soft and gentle. Instead of casting her fury on me, she said that I'm such a confused guy. Instead, she opened the door wide for me to come in.I was surprised to see her flashing me a warm smile before I entered her house. She hugged me so tightly.“I miss you so badly,” she whispered to me. “The fear of losing you grips me.“ I recoiled from her embrace and held her hand. “Babe, please forgive me. How can I be reckless?“ I said to her. “How can you forget what you told me—that you won't leave me to someone else? I still hold on to the promise you made to m
**Jasmine POV**Joy in me is written all over the place at the thought of seeing my mother, whom I left a long time ago without her knowing where I was or how I had been.As I prepared for my trip, my heart swelled with joy. I wondered how she was doing right now. I sighed heavily; I couldn't wait to see her again.I remembered the painful memories of my father's abuse, and how he would beat her mercilessly. I let out a heavy sigh, determination etched on my face. "Mom, I'm coming to take you far away from that monster. Your daughter is now a billionaire, and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury and love," I whispered to myself, packing my clothes into a small suitcase. It was a short trip, and I only needed a few essentials.As I stepped outside, the morning sun blinded me, casting its warm glow on my skin. I walked towards Mr. Sam, my driver, who was waiting patiently by the car.As I held onto the car door, I opened it and popped in."Good morning, ma'am," Mr. Sam greeted."Let
*****************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 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 mouth, br
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