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CHAPTER 5

The moment the duo walked out of the house with Natasha sending a despised glare at Jasmine, Jasmine immediately knew coming to Tristan's house in the first place was a huge mistake.

"Mr. Tristan, I think I've overstayed my welcome. Please don't come searching for me anymore." Jasmine mumbled as she instantly scurried out of his house before he could stop her.

Arriving outside the huge gate, Jasmine let out a breath she didn't know she's been holding. She flags down a cab to the Gomez Mansion.

The gatekeeper opened the gate as she strolled into the huge compound ending for the main door to the living room.

On walking in, Jasmine's eyes collide with the packed Rolling Box that looks like hers. Taking her gaze to the eyes glaring hard at her, she couldn't help but ask. "What the hell is going on here? what is my luggage doing down here?" Jasmine asked trying not to yell at the six pairs of eyes glaring at her.

"What does it look like, Jasmine? Don't you think is the right time for you to go live in the streets where you belong? Hold on, Do you think Tristan would love a piece of trash like you? Stop seducing my Man! He's only gonna use and dump you as a cheap whore you are, Jasmine." Natalie chuckled with an evil smirk on her face.

"What right do you have to throw me out of my Father's mansion? I might not be loved, I might be hated by you all and my face might be so disgusting to you but, Natalie you gave no fuvking right to throw me out!" Jasmine said as she stared at her father hoping he would say something on her behalf. Instead, Mr. Gomez let out a peal of annoying laughter on hearing Jasmine's words.

"What makes you think Natalie doesn't have the right to throw you out? After all, this house is already hers. You have no place here, Jasmine. To avoid further embarrassment, gladly make your way out this minute."Mrs. Flora said in disgust.

Jasmine felt her eyes water as she stared at the people she was supposed to call her family. Her own family is chasing her into the street after taking everything away from her. How do they expect her to cope? how was she gonna make a living when she doesn't even have a well-paying job? The tears that clouded her eyes threatened to fall but Jasmine was fast enough to wipe it off. She can't let them feel like they've defeated her. Crying in front of them would only make it seem like they'd gotten her where they needed her to be.

Without muttering a word, Jasmine wrapped her hand around her box handle as she immediately exits the house. She could still hear their distant laughter. She felt so hurt that her father is taking sides with a strange woman to make his own daughter's life miserable. What sort of father is he? How could he be this cruel?

Jasmine walked out of the compound as the tears she's been trying to hold came rolling down her cheek. At her most vulnerable moment, A black Maybach car screeched to a sudden stop beside her.

Tristan stepped out Of the driver's seat and pulled Jasmine swiftly into his arms.

Jasmine tried pushing him off her but, he wouldn't budge.

"Stay still! I know what happened. I'm sorry you have to go through all of this, Jasmine." Tristan said as his usual cold voice became extremely soft and soothing. Jasmine relaxed into his arms as she let her tears flow soaking his well-ironed and tailored suit.

After a while, Jasmine felt better and pulled away from his hold.

"Are you better now? You can still cry more if you wish." Tristan muttered staring intensely at her red-piled face and feeling extremely annoyed.

How dare those filthy humans make his woman shed tears? 

I'm gonna make them pay a hundred folds.

"I'm fine now, Tristan. I'm sorry for soaking your clothes with my tears. I think you should get going now and thanks for your time." Jasmine tried walking away but was suddenly pulled back by Tristan making her face collided with his chest.

"Why did you do that?" Jasmine yelled as she felt her lips hurt from the impact.

"Would you please stop playing hard to get? May I ask where you're headed right now?" Tristan asked with a sly smile tugging at his lips.

Jasmine scoffed disengaging from his hold." How's that your business Mr. Tristan? I'll suggest you stop poking your nose into my business. My life is a mess and I don't want you to mix yourself up with my dirty life." Jasmine uttered sternly while hoping Tristan would stop stalking her and let her sort herself out.

"Any why Would I not poke my nose into your matters? The fragrant emitting from your body drives me insane. Do you want me to stop stalking you?" Tristan mumbled so close to her ears sending cold shivers down her spine.

Jasmine felt the whole of her body weakened at the physical contact of their bodies. Her boobs pressed hard on his broad chest and his arms surrounded her waist as his lips were almost kissing her ears. His warm breath against her skin was almost driving her crazy. 

Jasmine hasn't experienced anything as such. Everything done to her by Tristan was so new to Jasmine. She kept wondering if this was right or wrong.

"I want you, Jasmine. My heart wants you and my body yearns for yours only. Can you give me the chance to prove myself to you?" Tristan whispered these words into her ears. Jasmine's body became stiffened by his confession. How could a Cold, Frightened CEO yearns for a fragile lady like her? 

"I want you to live with me in my house, Jasmine. Let's get married." Jasmine jerked back to her senses as she pushed him off her body. Tristan wasn't expecting her to make such a swift move which made her succeed in setting herself free from his hold.

"I can't get married to you Mr Tristan!" Jasmine said with a stern gaze.

"I want a 3years contract marriage with you, Jasmine. Within these few years, if you don't fall in love with me, I won't hold you back."

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Rowena Arabening Coral
hope to read next chapter
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Celia Roodt
Love it so far. ...️
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Nice story
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