Two

Jasmine's POV

 

 

I was dead, at least to everyone in this hall.

 

 

 

Just roughly three years ago, I had been dumped at this alter, but here he was, marrying my sister after taking everything away from me.

 

 

 

With a smirk on my face, I walked in just as the priest had said, "If anyone present knows of any reason why this couple should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."

 

 

 

"Who is that?"

 

 

 

"I can't remember seeing Gwen's friends looking this hot. The slit I had asked the designer to add was doing a perfect job of showing enough skin.

 

 

 

My eyes met Jake, and I flashed a smile at him. 

 

 

 

"Who is she?" I could still hear, and seeing an audience, I decided to enjoy the attention, making sure my heels clicked well against the floor.

 

 

 

"Is she here to stop the wedding?" Someone whispered, causing my grin to widen. It was funny how these people cared more about nobody walking to her seat than about the wedding that was taking place.

 

 

 

"Could she be…" I blocked out those whispers as my eyes met a familiar jade green eye who bore a smirk matching mine.

 

 

 

Mr. Blackwood, My beloved ex-fiancée father and the man I had longed to see here.

 

 

 

"Ma'am? Do you have anything to say against their union?" The priest asked, and I turned to face him before locking eyes with Jake.

 

 

 

He didn't seem to remember, but judging by how uneasy Gwen looked, she must have her suspicions, and I loved that.

 

 

 

"Could she be Jake's sidepiece?" the woman beside me whispered.

 

 

 

"I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, looking at her and then at Gwen, who I must say has gotten so fat", the other replied before bursting into muffled laughter.

 

 

 

The thought of ruining their wedding flashed, and I knew that stalking was creating the perfect sixpence, but it wasn't the time… First, I would take my company back, and that is where his father would come in.

 

 

 

"I apologize for the intrusion. Please ignore me and go on," I said, feigning a sorry face.

 

 

 

As I walked, I could feel almost everyone's stare, especially Gwen's scowl. They still didn't know who I was, and I loved nothing more than taking them by surprise.

 

 

 

Taking a turn, I walked up to the empty seat beside Mr. Blackwood and made myself comfortable.

 

 

 

"Impressive entrance, I must say," he whispered, and I shivered. I wasn't expecting it, and as I looked at him, his eyes again held me captive.

 

 

 

 

How old was this man again? The internet photos did nothing to describe how handsome and young he looked with that smile… Who would actually believe he was my ex's father?

 

 

 

From his jade green eyes to his sharp jawline and sculpted cheekbones down to his lean frame and tousled jet-black hair… 

 

 

 

He was saying something, and rather than listening, I just couldn't stop staring at his lips, which parted while he spoke…

 

 

 

"Take a picture, beautiful; it lasts longer," he whispered, pulling me out of the trance that he had held me captive. 

 

 

 

"I might as well say the same to you…seeing as you have been to take your eyes off me from the moment I stepped into the hall," I whispered, grabbing hold of my emotions. 

 

 

 

I turned back to face these betrayals and watched them exchange their rings. This could have been my last year. My dad and stepmom were seated on the row opposite mine, and I didn't miss the broad smiles on their faces as Jake kissed my step-sister.

 

 

 

They stole what was meant to be mine!

 

 

 

This was meant to be my dream wedding!

 

 

 

My company and property!

 

 

 

My dream!

 

 

 

They just didn't know what was coming their way, and seeing how happy and carefree they looked, they weren't ready!

 

 

 

I watched as they happily walked out towards the wedding reception being held at my parents' house.

 

 

 

"Judging from your reaction, you seem to enjoy how much my son seemed distracted," I heard someone whisper as I followed the procession out of the hall.

 

 

Beside me was Mr. Blackwood, and my mouth turned bone dry.

 

Oh. My. Goodness. Holy. Hotness.

 

He was at least six foot four with a solid, sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his intimidating frame.

 

As he walked beside me, my body tilted sideways, unable to resist his urge to run my hand up and down his body.

 

"Rafael Blackwood." His deep, gravelly voice rolled over me like a velvety caress. 

 

Now that he was closer, I spotted a thin scar slashing through his jaw, adding a hint of ruggedness to his hot looks.

 

He was the opposite of his son, young and playful, but that didn't stop a swarm of butterflies from taking flight in my stomach.

 

"Jasmine, it's lovely to know you can't ignore the urge to leave me alone."

 

"No one would see a lady as beautiful as you are," he began, stopping in front of the church, "I would love to be your dare at the reception."

 

I said nothing more than to link our arms together; this was going faster than I had accepted, 

 

 

Three years ago, after I had jumped to my death, it turned out that I hadn't jumped into the water but rather on a beach bed that was on the ship moving past.

 

That was definitely a sign that they all weren't worth my death, and the fact that they hadn't looked for me proved it but instead moved on to announce that I had died almost immediately.

 

Judging from how close they all were, it seemed as though they had this all planned out, and maybe if I hadn't jumped, I would still be dead... they would have found a way to get back at me.

 

These past years were enough to plot my revenge.

 

Holding onto Mr Blackwood, I smiled to myself… There was nothing more pleasing than ruining my jerk ex-fiancee by using his father!