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★★★★★The entire family gathered around the dinner table, with Payne and Dante seated together on one side, while Jasmine took her place next to Damon on the opposite end."I’ve prepared some light food for you both, given your current state. After a week, your diet will be more varied," Jasmine said, lifting the lid from the dishes. The soft rice and mashed vegetables looked unassuming but smelled surprisingly delightful.Payne examined the food with a sceptical look. The blandness of the rice and the lack of colour made her doubt its flavour. "This is it?" she asked her expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief."Yes, and you’ll get some fish as well," Jasmine replied, serving the food with a reassuring smile.Dante, however, seemed genuinely pleased. "I like it, Pretty Lady!" he said, clearly delighted that the meal was made by Jasmine.Payne looked at Dante with a playful grin. "Why don’t you start calling my mom ‘Mom’? It would sound more fitting, especially since I called your
★★★★ “Cindy, stop drinking! He’s been like this all his life,” Haedon said urgently, sliding into the seat next to her at the bar. “We have dropped countless hints, but you’re still blinded by the allure of being part of the Colley family as if that’s the ultimate achievement.” “We’ve shared our school and college years. Through all that time, he’s never been loyal to you or shown you the respect you truly deserve. I want to help you see that you can live a far better life without him,” Haedon pleaded, his voice filled with concern. Cindy took another long gulp from her glass, her eyes averted. “Offering suggestions is easy when you’re not in my shoes. You don’t experience the suffering I’m going through. Let me drink—it’s the only way I can bury my pain.” “Tell me what I can do for you. How can I ease your suffering?” Haedon’s tone softened as he gently placed his hand on Cindy’s cheek, coaxing her to look at him. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. I want to shar
★★★★Jasmine glanced anxiously from side to side, then down at her hands, firmly clasped by the sleeping children. She cast a pleading look at Damon and murmured, “I can’t,” her eyes silently imploring him to understand her predicament.Damon’s expression remained steady as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I can carry you if you need,” he offered, his tone unwavering. Jasmine stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief, but his demeanour left no room for doubt—he was resolute and genuine in his offer.Jasmine exhaled in resignation, gently withdrawing her hands from the children's grasp. The last thing she wanted was to disturb their peaceful slumber, especially with Damon’s presence hinting at something more than a mere interruption. His opportunistic nature was all too familiar. With careful movements, she slipped out of bed and draped the sheets over them; their serene faces, bathed in the soft glow of the night light in the room, resembled delicate orchids in bloom, providing
★★★★ "I'm not ashamed to admit that I can't stand the smell of any woman other than you," Damon said, his eyes locking with Jasmine's, revealing the sincerity of his words. "Another cheesy flirtation," Jasmine retorted, rolling her eyes with a dramatic flair. "Honestly, do you think that will make me swoon?" Damon raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing playfully. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" "Yes, and what are you going to do about it?" Jasmine challenged, her tone teasing as she rolled her eyes once more. A low, playful growl rumbled from Damon’s chest. He moved closer, burying his face against the sensitive spot on her neck. His beard brushed against her skin, eliciting a burst of laughter from Jasmine. "Stop, stop, please...haha! It’s ticklish!" Jasmine protested between giggles, her voice trembling with laughter. "You’re going to wake up the kids!" Damon paused, his lips twitching into a smile as he looked up at her. The mischief in his eyes was undeniable. "You think
★★★★Jasmine felt her voice catch in her throat, the intensity of the moment rendering her nearly speechless. Damon’s unexpected confession had left her stunned. Her heart, which had already been fluttering with the mingling of her own feelings for him, now seemed to skip a beat.“I know I might come off like one of those clichéd guys trying to win over the girl,” Damon said, his voice trembling slightly with sincerity. “But that’s not my intention. I’m just struggling to convey how much you mean to me and how you’ve come to occupy such a profound place in my life. It’s hard for me to put into words what I truly feel.”Jasmine remained quiet, her heart sinking into the realization that this was a confession of love, even if unspoken. His words conveyed an emotion that was unmistakably deep and genuine. She bit her lip, her gaze locked on his before she finally allowed herself to close the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close in a heartfelt emb
★★★★★ Jasmine’s eyes traced the words on the faded paper, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she read her father's anguished confession. "Jasmine, I know I was never a good father or a person, so I won’t ask for your forgiveness. I’m writing this letter only because I have a sense that you may come to see me one day." Her heart clenched as she continued, the weight of his words pressing down on her chest. "I used to love your mother deeply until the day she betrayed me. I discovered numerous photographs of her with another man in a private room, and despite her vehement denials, I couldn't bring myself to believe her. I was convinced she had wronged me. Then, after your mother’s death, I learned the truth about that man. To my shock, he was nothing more than a beggar. When I confronted him, he revealed that the photos were fabricated. He had lured your mother to his home under the pretence of illness, knowing her kind nature would compel her to help. He had taken those pictures
★★★★★"Homewrecker!" Jasmine's voice was sharp, her knuckles white as she clenched her fist in her lap. "Do you even hear yourself?"Kesha’s lips parted as if to respond, but Jasmine cut her off, her tone seething with anger. "Oh, wait—I've completely forgotten that you're intimately familiar with the term 'homewrecker,' Kesha. That’s probably why it stings so much for you!""Jasmine, watch your tongue!" Kesha’s voice rose to a harsh cry."No," Jasmine retorted, her voice dropping to a cold edge, "perhaps you should examine your own mind before speaking. It’s not only that you come across as envious, but your words make it painfully clear that you’re one of the most miserable individuals I’ve ever encountered. My life, my business, my relationships—they’re none of your concern. Despite my detachment from your life, you still can’t let go of your bitterness.""Jealousy! Ha!" Kesha’s laughter was bitter and derisive. "How can I be jealous of something as fleeting as your situation? You’
★★★★ Damon entered the room with a purposeful stride, his gaze falling on his grandfather who was seated comfortably on the couch, sipping tea with a serene expression. The scene was one of calm and order, a stark contrast to the tumultuous undercurrents of their lives. "Why are you here?" Damon’s voice cut through the stillness, his tone laced with a mixture of irritation and concern. Dante, full of youthful exuberance, bounded into the room with a bright smile. "I had the best day, great-grandpa! I wish you could have been there to see it!" His enthusiasm was palpable, a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. Elder Colley’s eyes, however, were cold and distant. He set his cup down with deliberate precision, his movements measured. Standing up from his seat, he fixed Dante with a steely gaze. "Go to your room, Dante," he commanded, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge of finality. Dante’s smile faltered, a flicker of confusion and disappointment crossing his face.