Jasmine was tied to a rugged wooden chair, her head bleeding profusely. Her voice was faint and weak as she heard footsteps approaching her.
It was Ryan and some of his men.
“We meet again, Mrs. Forbes.” A mischievous smirk cut across Ryan's face.
He stood in front of her with his hands dipped into his pockets.
Jasmine slowly lifted her head to meet his.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she mumbled in a faint voice.
Ryan chuckled and crouched. “You have no idea who you got married to. Lord D is the reason we're all after you.”
He smirked, took some steps away from her, and swiftly turned to her.
“Lord D? I have no idea who that is. You've got the wrong person, and you have to let me go, please.” She pleaded, and her blood mixed with tears ran through her cheeks.
“I would have let y
