Aria's POV (in Jasmine's Body)
I slept on a gold, warm-lit bed and the soft sound of crystal. My lids fought to rise above a ceiling bearing sparkling chandeliers and furniture that had gold adorning them hanging from above. I remained still for a short while, trying to soak in the lavish surroundings. A pounding headache pounded at the rear of my head, and I was relieved to find that my skin was unburned…though my mind remembered the fires that had consumed my former life. The feelings were alien and synthetic, as though I'd been rebuilt in someone else's body.
I yawned, and this odd looseness in my arms. The warmth of the fire had given way to numb ache, reminding me that even if I were rescued, something essential had changed. My head wobbled as I struggled to piece together answers: Which room was this? Where was I? The softness of the bed and muffled rustle of silk drapes testified to decadence and luxury.. just the reverse of the stark realities I'd known.
"Jasmine?" a soft, uncertain voice called from my right.
I turned slowly and saw a girl my age standing nearby. Her face was a study of conflicting emotions—a mixture of disappointment and relief that seemed to flicker across her features. "You're awake?" she repeated, stepping closer as if to confirm my presence.
My throat was parched and had a high, thin whisper only instead of words when I tried to speak. "Where… am I?" I stuttered, my voice trembling with confusion and necessity for answers.
Her glassy, distant eyes had been scrunched up in shock now. "Jasmine, you're home," she ventured, tilting her head to the side as if folding up her memory for something to base her words on. "Don't you remember?" She had been speaking quietly, but adamantly and not to be refuted. And then, as if to protect herself from her uncertainty, she went on, "You won't remember everything, but you'll have it sorted out."
A chill knot in my stomach. "Jasmine" resonated in my mind, and yet all was dreadfully amiss. I recalled the flames, the agony, the pride of dying. And yet I was here, alive and in a room refuge and gilded cage. A tiny, shaking thought burst into my mind: If this woman believes I am Jasmine, then I am leading another's existence. I could hear my heart thudding within me because I had realized the miraculous fact that I was confined within Jasmine's body. Mine was reduced to ashes in the fire, and now I was confined within someone else's body, not mine.
The girl's gaze slanted by an inch when she glanced at me as if sensing the difference immediately after it occurred. "You. You're different," she stuttered, her voice accusatory.
I took a deep breath, trying my best to be calm amidst the turmoil raging inside me. "I just felt. Different," I admitted in a soft tone. "Tell me what happened before that. I mean, before waking up like this?
Her eyes smoldered cold, and for the first time, I felt the full force of her voice. "It was idiotic, Jasmine," she told me, her tone chastisement tinged with despair and resignation. "We were lucky that nobody ever found out quite how many sleeping pills you'd taken. Mother lost her mind, screaming—and Amy. Well, Amy was upset. She said that you disgraced our entire family.".
Each word struck me like boulders by the ton. Overdose? Shame? They were facts of a life I'd otherwise remember, and they seemed as distant as words from another world. "Amy—your sister, isn't she?" I stuttered, looking for a spark of reality in her eyes.
The girl's face was fixed in an expression of dismay, and then resignation. "Yes," she asserted, her voice shaking and harsh. "But maybe it would be better if you didn't know all of this yet. Some things would hurt more than they would heal." There was a verbal fierceness to what she was about to say, a warning that I was on thin ice.
I clenched a half-smile, starved for human contact in this other person's world. "Thanks for dropping by," I growled, the words as untruthful as they were to the panicked questions racing through my mind.
Her voice faltered then, cold, imperious as a necessity. "All right, Jasmine," she addressed me with that transition name which wrapped around my own like a garroter's cord. "You're my best friend, and you see, you have to know there is no other. You must wed Adam. There is no other." Her eyes glinted with unshed tears, and anger and relief blended. "You frightened us all so appallingly."
I was hit with a rush of terror and guilt. "I. I'm sorry," I stuttered, my tone not nearly hard enough that I had to speak the apology phrases that I so desperately wanted to say.
Her own eyes became less tolerant. "Sorry won't wipe out the pain, Jasmine. Adam is ruined—and he has every right. Do you have any idea of the shame you've brought to this family?" Her words hung in the air like a verdict, unshifting and judgmental.
I covered my face in my hands, the total of what I was trying to fight flooding down around me like a landslide. I did not remember being Jasmine, or that final desperate gesture that set this sense of disconnection from myself into motion. "I paused, never meant." I began, but the words hung in the air.
"No, you didn't," she swore with venom. "We're lucky, in fact lucky, that he's still going ahead with the wedding." The "wedding" just hung there, weighing over me, full of unspoken threats, and I shrank back from its threat. I wanted to know more of Adam—and of this wedding, what this wedding was. My question-crazed brain ran wild: Who was he? What was it that dominated us all?
Before I was able to utter another word, the girl glanced over her shoulder, her brow furrowed as if remembering another command. "Recall it, Jasmine," she snarled in a frosty, low voice, "another mistake and I will not be so forgiving. You will not shame us again." Her voice had no softness in it, and all I could do was remain silent, resignation and fear coursing through my body.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, she went on, "Amy will speak to you shortly. Pay careful attention to what she has to say." And with that, turned and vanished, leaving me alone in the lavish room—a room now that seemed more akin to a gilded cage.
I breathed deeply, attempting to shake my head into reality from the whirlpool of identity, obligation, and terror. And the subsequent silence afterward that recalled with it a breathy, remembered remnant of what we were. "Don't let them break you, Jasmine. You've always been a fighter." It hurt and comforted me—a memory of what I was, or what I remained to be somehow, in some hidden core of self.
I fought on against the other fog of despair and tried to sit up and see. The room was an expensive education in contrast: beautiful porcelain vases on the mantel, and black velvet drapes which concealed secrets cast into shadow. All a promise of a life I am now to lead—a life not built of me, but one which I can still take by choice.
No sooner had I prepared myself to begin studying all this when I heard the door slowly open? There was this younger girl, seventeen years old, who entered with a look of authority and suspicion chiseled on her face. Her face was as pale as possible and chiseled into a hard expression of interest as she gazed at me. "You're not kidding," she said contemptuously, with unspoken scorn in her voice.
"Amy?" I crept slowly, the name familiar but perilous.
She growled in agreement, arms crossed over her chest in a hug-as-if-hugging the formidable tempest. "My mother taught me to be 'tender' to you," she told him with a voice that was laced with ironic sarcasm flavored with sinister warning. "Or let me make one thing clear once and for all: should ever again you attempt anything like this duplicity if you so stupidly risk what is due you…you will not be so lucky the next time."
I swallowed hard, the danger descending over my chest like an anvil burden. "I—I won't," I promised, though the entire me quivered with uncertainty. She smiled faintly, her face somewhat repulsed, and went on, "Good. If ever you reject Adam, I'll make certain you never glance back and repent the cost. You made us all culpable, Jasmine. That will trouble you."
I was unable to utter a word until the giant door creaked open again to let in a man who seemed to fill the room space around him. Muscular and commanding, his unrelenting stare swept across the length of my whole self. I shuddered as he strode towards me.
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I could hardly whisper, "Adam?" the name on my lips quivering.
He smiled—a cold, controlled curl of the lips that did nothing whatever to melt the frost between us. "Jasmine. Again," he went on, his voice softened and untinged with a trace of warmth. Every step he took had in it a sense of authority, and I knew that insolence would ere long have its reckoning.
He descended with me slowly, never once lifting his eyes from my face. "Your tiny lie has awakened more than a whisper," he began, his tone a blend of ice-cold and contained fury. "Do you know the tempest you've let loose?
I forced the bulge in my throat down, struggling to be heard. "I—I didn't mean to hurt anyone," I stuttered, every sentence hanging in mid-air as a weak protest against his unrelenting stare.
He lifted an eyebrow, his acid eyes. "Didn't mean to?" he parroted back, sarcasm dripping from the words. "My fiancée attempts suicide to escape from me, and you think that was an accident?" His laughter was not amusing, the sound echoing back off the rich paneled walls like a threat of what was to come.
Desperation coursed through me, and determination was gathering. "I…I was desperate," I said, my voice unable to conceal the storm that stormed inside me. It was one of the reasons that in another universe would have been sufficient. But here, within Jasmine's universe, it could only make imperative what I was meant to feel and what I felt apart.
Desperate, too," he laughed in contempt. "Jasmine, you don't have to explain desperation. You are to be my wife—whether you like it or not." His tone was hard, resonating with the dark promise of an irreversible fate.
My breast was battered with agony as I comprehended the extent of my torment. "I know," I gasped, every syllable a victory over fate. His closeness was suffocating, and his words cut the air like a proclamation.
"You'd do well to be thankful," he scolded, angling forward in his chair so that his frigid stare grew even more intense point-blank focus on mine. "I would have departed on the first whiff of your disobedience. If not for the honor of your line. Let this be made clear unequivocally in your mind: if you shame me or mine again, there will be consequences infinitely worse than your most fancied terrors."
Aria's POV (Now in Jasmine's Body)Today was the most anxious day I ever had. I wake and continue reminding myself repeatedly: I am Jasmine now, not Aria. This new reality is peculiar and challenging. But I also think Adam can be the key to my revenge.I wake up at dawn to the thud of heavy steps approaching the door. Adam is here, and I can tell he is mad even before his arrival. I struggle to stop myself from shaking where I'm standing.The door creaks open and Adam steps in. His blazing anger-flecked eyes traverse the room."Jasmine!" he thunders. "Do you realize what you have done?"I speak as clearly as I can. "I did not try to kill myself, Adam."He taunts. "Pushed?" he growls, his voice rough. "That's a good alibi, don't you think?"I look away. "It's the truth. I was pushed by someone who did not want us to marry."Adam looms over me so close that I can feel his anger. "Why should I trust you, Jasmine?" he demands.I cross my arms and respond firmly, "I don't require your trus
Aria's POVI was trying to comprehend Jasmine's lifestyle when a man accosted me in the corridor. He looked suspiciously natural, with a curious look that was both friendly and interrupting. As he approached, there was something possessive in his stance."Jasmine." His voice was a whisper and heart-achingly familiar. "I was worried about you."I forced a polite smile, but his eyes made me uneasy. "Thank you, but… I'm fine. Things have just been… complicated.""Complicated?" He scowled. "Jasmine, you tried to kill yourself instead of being with Adam. You should have told me if things were that bad."I gasped in surprise. That was what they believed?"Aadam is my fiancé," I said carefully. "We… we need to keep things… professional."His eyebrows creased in confusion and annoyance. "Jasmine, don't you remember what we agreed? This temporary marriage with Adam was the plan."Temporary? My mind reeled, though I couldn't show my confusion. I swallowed hard, trying to talk like Jasmine."Dav
Aria's POVThe maids had this deadpan expression as they strapped me into layer upon layer of satin lace and jewels I had never wanted before. Their whispers were rough gales meant to frighten me, and while I knew this, it felt rather cold to me when their words fell like ice on my skin."You will be with Adam this evening." One of the hissing maids leaned forward with the warning note, just adding "Has he not warned you about him?" for spice.I kept a blank face and mouthed an assent, without letting them detect that they had intimidated me. No show of weakness was allowed; I needed strength without fear. But under those words, their crawlings commenced."He won't stop until you're sorry," they preached, "once he begins" The empty room reverberated with those after they had left. I clenched my fists and told myself that I had seen far worse because *it was just another trial from our Aria: get through it, earn his trust, and pocket what you came for*.As the guard came to clear roads
Sparks of RebellionJasmine's POVI awoke to a chilly, silent room. I was battered all over from head to toe and could not remember anything that occurred in my mind last night. I lay on a simple bed with thin blankets and kept muttering to myself, "I am not broken.". I will not be outdone by this." I slowly sat up, shaking off the pain and the humiliation that wrapped around me like a wet cold shroud. My head was a jumble of other people's and my thoughts. I was Jasmine again, alive, but at the core of me was Aria—seething with anger for revenge.I hurled my legs off the bed and upright, hearing every creaking step on the bare hallway. I whispered to myself, "I must be strong. Tomorrow, I'll know." I passed a wall mirror. I looked at myself, and I growled, "Jasmine, or Aria, does not matter. I will fight back."I walked along the hallway and noticed two maids quietly talking outside two shut doors. I stopped and overheard."Did you hear the book in the study?""Yes, I did. And why, t
Historical BaggageJasmine's POVI woke up with a queasiness in my stomach. I sat on the edge of my bed and growling under my breath, I softly whispered, "I need to know who I am." Flashbacks swirled in my mind—half hers, half mine. I crept my way down the hallway and splinters of the past faced me as shards of glass.I recalled one afternoon when Jasmine dreamed of being superior. I could hear her voice, a gentle authoritative voice, say, "I shall be above all, no matter what it takes." Her desire haunted me in my mind. But instances of betrayal followed. I recalled a heated argument between Jasmine and someone whose voice was laced with pretentious love. "I trusted you, Jasmine," the voice had said, "and you broke my heart." I chilled as the vision dissolved.I stood by a small table in an isolated corner of the mansion. I placed an old, creased journal into my hand. I stopped and then opened the book. "What are you reading?" I exclaimed. Tidy writing covered the pages with talk of
Recruiting Allies in the DarkJasmine's POVI woke up early and balanced my mission's responsibility. I had to find allies today. I couldn't do this alone. I had to locate individuals who detested this oppressive mafia regime just as I did. I moved stealthily around the house, head down, and eyes open.I met a maid named Rosa in the dining room. She was polishing silver. I walked slowly towards her and said, "Good morning, Rosa. How are you today?"She looked up at me with tired eyes. "Morning, Jasmine. I am fine, thank you."I whispered and asked, "I have a question. Do you know of anyone here who doesn't like the way things are done?Rosa stumbled. "I… I have seen hints among a few of us. Some have had enough of the cruelty. But you have to be extremely careful talking this way."I nodded. "I see. I just want to know whether there is a system of people who might wish change."Rosa glanced about, then crept closer. "There is a small clique. Some of the kitchen help and a few family m
Unraveling WebJasmine's POVI started my day with a furious need to know more. I snuck through the corridors and looked for servants that I could trust. I ran into Marco again in the pantry. "Marco," I whispered, "I need to ask you something about the ledger. What do you know of the symbols that you saw?"Marco seemed uncomfortable. "I've only heard rumors, whispers, Jasmine. They say the symbols are omens for a curse. They say dark magic on Alex's side."I nodded slowly. "Words matter, Marco. Let me know if you hear anything else."He leaned in closer and whispered, "I heard the head chef talk of an old ritual. Some sacrifices way, way back when, long before we've been around."I jotted it down in my little notebook. "Thank you. I don't want to miss a clue."I later found Rosa in the hallway adjacent to the servants' quarters. I inquired of her, "Rosa, did you ever see any strange markings or hear anybody mention secret ceremonies?Rosa glared and cursed under her breath, "I've seen
Collision CourseAdam's POVI stood in the large hall of my estate, scanning the room as the rumors spread like flames. I had known it for days, now…a rumor of rebellion, a rumor of something evil that sent shivers down my spine. All of my servants, all of my lesser relatives, seemed to have a secret that they were keeping from me, and I was losing my grip. I could hear them muttering as they passed by."Something is not right," one of the guards grumbled as I overheard him from the corners of my study. I concurred in silence, knowing that if I did not comply, resentment would ferment.Later that evening, I was strolling down a corridor, my steps even, when I met Viktor, one of my most loyal enforcers. He was having a heated argument with someone, his words tangled and heavy with rage. I went up to him. Viktor noticed me."Sir, Jasmine's asked too many questions again," he said in a low but insistent tone.I scowled. "What questions, Viktor?" I asked my tone firm but even."Things tha
Dark EncounterAria's POVI snuck quietly past the off-limits wing of the house, my chest pounding with anticipation inside. I had to find out what they were conspiring behind doors. "I must spy on their conspiracy," I muttered to myself as I snuck past the dark passageway. I crawled silently but hastened and breathed quietly. I came to a halt at one that was a bit ajar and pushed down on the gap.I could hear them arguing from inside. "We can't give in to the curse anymore," one of them said quietly. "Our love for Alex has blinded us. Something needs to be done.""Shh, don't say anything. If anyone can hear us, it will heal us," retorted another speaker back in annoyance.I released a brief pause, and my chest pounded. I thought, *They talk of dark rituals and rebellion. I need to get more.*I moved back and tried to position myself better to hear. Footsteps were then heard. I hid behind a huge cabinet and held my breath. A tall, dark-clad man walked into the room. His voice was cold
Double-Edged AllianceAdam's POVI lay awake with my eyes open in my study, the quiet weighing heavily with questions. "Jasmine," I whispered, even though the voice inside me was wise. I had caught onto small things that did not sit right. Her behavior was not what I was accustomed to. She would speak softly to me at times, and it would awaken my heart with questions, and then sometimes she was icy and distant. I couldn't help but question if it was a weakness or a strength. I looked over at David, who was standing outside in the light of the setting sun by the window. "David, do you see that too?" I whispered.David altered his opinion and replied, "I see something else in her words and eyes, Sir. She is too guarded at times. I believe there is more to her than she reveals."I frowned. "I doubt. I think her inconsistent. One moment obedient, the next she tests my patience with a wit."David addressed himself in a softer tone. "She's mysterious, Sir. They say, her loyalty is not as f
First StrikeAdam's POVI was in my study, the weight of the day settling around me. It'd been this morning, early, when the word had come to me…the strike had been initiated. One of the smaller factions, one who'd gotten completely caught up in Alex's shadow ceremonies, had been eliminated. The reek of blood remained in the air, despite the act itself having passed hours earlier. The attack was open and straightforward, openly threatening us while we stood present. I did not who committed it, yet my thoughts automatically went to the same name: Aria. She no longer roamed with us as a legend, and her actions were tending a mortal fire.I called my most trusted servant, Tomas, into my chambers. "Tomas, I want you to tell me everything that you've heard regarding the attack," I commanded, my voice firm but with a touch of urgency.Tomas seemed agitated. "Sir, the victim was one of Alex's low-grade agents. He attended the black rituals. They found him in the storage room of the ancient w
Collision CourseAdam's POVI stood in the large hall of my estate, scanning the room as the rumors spread like flames. I had known it for days, now…a rumor of rebellion, a rumor of something evil that sent shivers down my spine. All of my servants, all of my lesser relatives, seemed to have a secret that they were keeping from me, and I was losing my grip. I could hear them muttering as they passed by."Something is not right," one of the guards grumbled as I overheard him from the corners of my study. I concurred in silence, knowing that if I did not comply, resentment would ferment.Later that evening, I was strolling down a corridor, my steps even, when I met Viktor, one of my most loyal enforcers. He was having a heated argument with someone, his words tangled and heavy with rage. I went up to him. Viktor noticed me."Sir, Jasmine's asked too many questions again," he said in a low but insistent tone.I scowled. "What questions, Viktor?" I asked my tone firm but even."Things tha
Unraveling WebJasmine's POVI started my day with a furious need to know more. I snuck through the corridors and looked for servants that I could trust. I ran into Marco again in the pantry. "Marco," I whispered, "I need to ask you something about the ledger. What do you know of the symbols that you saw?"Marco seemed uncomfortable. "I've only heard rumors, whispers, Jasmine. They say the symbols are omens for a curse. They say dark magic on Alex's side."I nodded slowly. "Words matter, Marco. Let me know if you hear anything else."He leaned in closer and whispered, "I heard the head chef talk of an old ritual. Some sacrifices way, way back when, long before we've been around."I jotted it down in my little notebook. "Thank you. I don't want to miss a clue."I later found Rosa in the hallway adjacent to the servants' quarters. I inquired of her, "Rosa, did you ever see any strange markings or hear anybody mention secret ceremonies?Rosa glared and cursed under her breath, "I've seen
Recruiting Allies in the DarkJasmine's POVI woke up early and balanced my mission's responsibility. I had to find allies today. I couldn't do this alone. I had to locate individuals who detested this oppressive mafia regime just as I did. I moved stealthily around the house, head down, and eyes open.I met a maid named Rosa in the dining room. She was polishing silver. I walked slowly towards her and said, "Good morning, Rosa. How are you today?"She looked up at me with tired eyes. "Morning, Jasmine. I am fine, thank you."I whispered and asked, "I have a question. Do you know of anyone here who doesn't like the way things are done?Rosa stumbled. "I… I have seen hints among a few of us. Some have had enough of the cruelty. But you have to be extremely careful talking this way."I nodded. "I see. I just want to know whether there is a system of people who might wish change."Rosa glanced about, then crept closer. "There is a small clique. Some of the kitchen help and a few family m
Historical BaggageJasmine's POVI woke up with a queasiness in my stomach. I sat on the edge of my bed and growling under my breath, I softly whispered, "I need to know who I am." Flashbacks swirled in my mind—half hers, half mine. I crept my way down the hallway and splinters of the past faced me as shards of glass.I recalled one afternoon when Jasmine dreamed of being superior. I could hear her voice, a gentle authoritative voice, say, "I shall be above all, no matter what it takes." Her desire haunted me in my mind. But instances of betrayal followed. I recalled a heated argument between Jasmine and someone whose voice was laced with pretentious love. "I trusted you, Jasmine," the voice had said, "and you broke my heart." I chilled as the vision dissolved.I stood by a small table in an isolated corner of the mansion. I placed an old, creased journal into my hand. I stopped and then opened the book. "What are you reading?" I exclaimed. Tidy writing covered the pages with talk of
Sparks of RebellionJasmine's POVI awoke to a chilly, silent room. I was battered all over from head to toe and could not remember anything that occurred in my mind last night. I lay on a simple bed with thin blankets and kept muttering to myself, "I am not broken.". I will not be outdone by this." I slowly sat up, shaking off the pain and the humiliation that wrapped around me like a wet cold shroud. My head was a jumble of other people's and my thoughts. I was Jasmine again, alive, but at the core of me was Aria—seething with anger for revenge.I hurled my legs off the bed and upright, hearing every creaking step on the bare hallway. I whispered to myself, "I must be strong. Tomorrow, I'll know." I passed a wall mirror. I looked at myself, and I growled, "Jasmine, or Aria, does not matter. I will fight back."I walked along the hallway and noticed two maids quietly talking outside two shut doors. I stopped and overheard."Did you hear the book in the study?""Yes, I did. And why, t
Aria's POVThe maids had this deadpan expression as they strapped me into layer upon layer of satin lace and jewels I had never wanted before. Their whispers were rough gales meant to frighten me, and while I knew this, it felt rather cold to me when their words fell like ice on my skin."You will be with Adam this evening." One of the hissing maids leaned forward with the warning note, just adding "Has he not warned you about him?" for spice.I kept a blank face and mouthed an assent, without letting them detect that they had intimidated me. No show of weakness was allowed; I needed strength without fear. But under those words, their crawlings commenced."He won't stop until you're sorry," they preached, "once he begins" The empty room reverberated with those after they had left. I clenched my fists and told myself that I had seen far worse because *it was just another trial from our Aria: get through it, earn his trust, and pocket what you came for*.As the guard came to clear roads