Chapter 3
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Two weeks later, Jasmine was seated in her office, working on some files, when she heard some people murmuring a familiar name – Mrs. Stones.
The door opened and Mrs. Stones and her Personal Assistant, Mason, walked in. Though she had seen her through the transparent glass miles away, Jasmine refused to acknowledge her mother's presence.
“You do know I'm here, right?” Mrs. Stones asked as she pulled out a seat across the table and sat down.
“And what? Listen to your blabbing over again?” She scoffed, not taking her gaze off the file.
“I'm your mother, and I'll like you to accord me some respect.”
“That would be when you deserve it,” Jasmine snapped, thudding her fist on the table and startling Mrs. Stones.
Her gaze fell back on the files.
“Two weeks, is it?”
Jasmine's eyes locked with hers, confusing etched on her face about her question.
“Two weeks since you got married…. Two weeks since you came back from your honeymoon, which was supposed to last a month.” She got up and walked to the window, stared outside for a few seconds and swiftly turned to Jasmine, whose gaze was fixed on her.
“And two weeks since he has been gone.”
“Say whatever you want to and get out of my office, I'm too busy to listen to your blab.”
“Yeah, you might not be, but I'm sure you'll come soon to me asking for help.” She said, and Jasmine swallowed hard, knowing her mother doesn't make an empty threat.
“What is it?”
“You're to marry Larry by the end of the month.....” Jasmine looked at her mother, bewildered. “Your father's words.” She said, and made her way out of the office, Mason following behind her.
Jasmine's world came crashing right in front of her eyes. Her fear had finally caught up with her, and she would end up like her sisters, abused and humiliated.
Maybe dead like Lucia.
“No…. That will never happen.”
She rummaged through her bag, looking for her phone, she scrolled through her contact list again – that would make it the tenth time she had gone through it in the day, looking for Damon's contact. But it was the same, all, but not Damon's contact.
“How can I be this stupid?” She beat herself up for not having his contact.
The door opened; she was quick to comport herself, it was her Personal Assistant, Isobel, holding a file in her hand as she walked in. She has a blond hair and about five feet tall, a fine face with brown eyes.
“Are you okay, Mrs. Forbes?” She asked in a voice filled of care as she sat down.
“I'm fine. What's it?”
Isobel dropped the file on the table, flipping its pages, “You have a meeting with the shareholder in thirty minutes.”
“Anything else to do after that?”
“No, ma'am. You'll be done for the day after the meeting.”
“Thanks, Isobel. I'll be there shortly.” She said, and Isobel exited the office, though her eyes were literally pleading to know what was wrong.
Jasmine took a deep breath, got up and walked to the coffee dispenser across her office and made a cup for herself. While sipping it, seated on the couch next to the coffee dispenser, she thought about Damon.
“You made me escape the hell Stefan left lingering for me just to drag me back to it?” A tear rolled down her cheek, she wrapped her fingers around the cup. “I thought you would be different, Damon.”
She chugged the now warm coffee down her throat.
“So be it. The next Mrs. Gilbert.” She snapped softly and rose to her feet.
Dropped the cup, grabbed her bag and headed to the meeting. As she stepped out of her office, Isobel approached her and helped her with her bag while following behind her.
After a long while of three-hour meeting, Jasmine was eager to lay in her bed and forget the world ever existed.
“You may leave, Isobel. Take the rest of the day off and I'll see you tomorrow.” She bickered with a smile as she took her bag from Isobel.
“Thanks, ma.”. She said and went down to the packing lot.
Jasmine got in the car and was about to ignite the car when she heard a clattering sound. Curious, she stepped out of the car to check, but everything seemed just ordinary. Turning back, her gaze was met by an unfamiliar one, Julian, who covered her nose with a napkin and watched her fall into a deep sleep.
He carried her into his car and drove off with her.
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Being waiting for hours, Damon seemed to be tired of waiting and was about to call Jasmine's office when a call came in – saved as Perry.
“Hello.” His deep voice bellowed as he placed the phone close to his ear.
“It's Jasm.......”
“Complete it and lose your tongue.” He cut in.
“It's Mrs. Forbes.”
“What about her? Is she on her way home now?”
“I'm afraid not.” Damon's heart jumped, so as his feet. “She was kidnapped before I got to her office.”
A sigh swept through Damon's lips, but it was filled with worry.
“Do you know who it was?”
“It was Ryan.”
“Ryan?” Confused etched his face. “Why would he kidnap her?”
“The question should be why does everyone seem after her.”
“You know what to do, right? I'll join you in a jiffy.” He said and ended the call.
His fist clutched around the phone as he lowered it.
“If they are all after her, that makes me want her more.” His lips curled in achievement, of what he's yet to achieve.
He left the house and went to a house, built in an old-fashioned way but stocked with the latest utilities. As he walked into the room, his eyes locked with her – Ryanair, Ryan's twin.
She was tied to a chair and the look that marred her face showed how much pain she was in.
Damon's hand stretched out and one of the men in the room handed him a phone, a call was being dialed on it.
“Hello, Ryan. Long time no see.” A smirk contoured his face.
“What is it you want?”
“You wouldn't want to lay your hands on Mrs. Forbes, that I'm sure is what you want.”
Ryan scoffed, “What makes you think I don't want to do otherwise? Or even more?” He teased, his voice filled with lust.
“Let's just say I would also love to lay my hands on Ryanair? Or even more?" He grinned and ended the call.
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