Earnest pov I went back to the mansion with anger piling into my heart. It hurt to see those two together, and seeing Drake kiss Jas hurt me so badly.“Are those two together? Was Jasmine cheating on me? She has been having things with Drake?“ My mind couldn't stop thinking a lot of nonsense things."Was Jasmine pretending to love me when she is not?“ I can't get rid of what I saw. With my face glum, I walked directly to my side. I was shocked to see Clara at my doorway. She was pacing around my side and was looking so peritifying.She rushed to me immediately when she saw me.“Earnest, thank my goodness you are here! Please do something. I can't shake off what I'm feeling right now. I just saw the wedding card my mom sent, and our wedding is just two weeks away." On hearing this, I was drained, and remembering Drake kissing Jas, I was pissed off as well. I think I'm into this marriage, and Clara ain't that bad. “Clara,“ I called her. I didn't know how to tell her that I was in for
Jasmine's POVI can't believe Earnest thinks I'm cheating on him. I was thinking about the slap I gave him. It couldn't go out of my head. I was really upset with him, but then I was disturbed by the way I reacted toward him."Ma, do you need anything?" Drake asked, smiling sheepishly as he noticed my glum mood. Despite everything he did, I couldn't understand why I still kept him around. He was the reason for my current state of mind. Maybe firing him wouldn't be a bad idea. After all, I could ask my mom to stay. But then, the thought of her being without me made my heart sink."Oh, my poor mother," I sighed deeply while Drake stared at me, concerned."Ma, are you okay?" Drake inquired, his voice full of concern. But I no longer felt comfortable with him being around."Drake, your services are no longer needed," I managed to say, my voice firm but tinged with regret. Drake's eyes widened in surprise, then clouded with hurt. He had been by my side through thick and thin, but now I coul
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
*****************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
"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