★★★★ "I mean to say, if you are thinking of ruining my friend's life even for a moment, I will make sure the following morning your family files your missing complaint," the woman said with a creepy smile, impressed by Jasmine’s silence. She knew Cindy was watching them from somewhere. She turned around to leave, but this time her hand was grabbed by Jasmine, who dug her nails into her arm. She winced in pain, turning around as her tears trickled. "What the hell?!" the woman cried out. "I did not feel the same amount of pain you are going through, but this is what you deserve. And if you think your threat has successfully worked on me, then you are a complete fool. Tell your best friend that sometimes insecurity is the only thing that can easily make her look aged, which she already is. There are many handsome men in this country other than Damon Colley," Jasmine said, withdrawing her nails from her skin as she stepped back, adding, "Tell Miss Cindy if she wants to hide her love, t
★★★"My gesture depends on my mood. Since she provokes me while knowing me well, how can my gesture remain kind and tasteful for her?" Damon said curtly, quickly lighting a cigarette in frustration."Is that so? Why is it so different with Jasmine? She deliberately walked in like a beggar to embarrass you, yet I didn't see a single moment of harshness from you. Although you didn't help her, you didn't throw her out either," Cesar said, taking a seat next to him. Though the screen was in front of them, Jasmine was no longer visible on it.Damon took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly. "This matter is different. Do not twist it."Cesar raised an eyebrow. "Different how? Because she doesn’t give you importance, or because you actually care about her?"Damon glanced at Cesar, his eyes cold. "What are you getting at?"Cesar leaned forward, his tone softer but probing. "I've known you for a long time, Damon. You don’t get this worked up over just anyone. If she’s nothing to you
★★★★★ "What kind of purpose brings you here, if it's not so personal?" Harley asked in a comfortable tone rather than a curious one, so Jasmine wouldn’t raise her brow at him. "I thought this party would be packed with producers and directors. Maybe I’d get a chance to talk to them. That’s what was going on in my mind until I realized I’m a fool," Jasmine said with a sigh. She thought Damon would help her, but he was busy somewhere with his girlfriend. "Hah!" Harley laughed. "What?" Jasmine asked, a little puzzled by his response. "Who told you there would be directors and producers at this party? Was it Damon?" Harley asked. "Yes," Jasmine replied, her eyes looking for an answer. The dance momentarily stopped. "This party is an elite event; no producers or directors are present. Even your entry is impossible without someone influential. I don't know what Damon told you, but there are no producers or directors here. Even if there were, they wouldn’t bother looking at you if you’
★★★★"You are not leaving!" Damon’s voice was so commanding that Jasmine froze, reconsidering her decision to go home."What do you want me to do here? I don't see any directors or producers like you said," Jasmine retorted, her frustration clear in her voice.Damon took a step closer, his eyes boring into hers. "This is not just about tonight. It’s about your future. You need to stay."Before Damon could say more, Harley stepped in, his amusement barely concealed beneath his stern expression. "Don’t worry, Jasmine. I’ll take you to the most famous production house tomorrow and make sure you get a role based on your acting skills."Jasmine glanced at Harley, her expression softening drastically, which did not go unnoticed by Damon. He shot Harley a lethal look, his eyes filled with killing intent. "Let’s talk," he said sharply."Alright," Harley replied with a smirk before turning his attention back to Jasmine. "Eat something. I’ll take you home afterward.""Okay," Jasmine replied, he
★★★★ When Harley arrived back at the party, he immediately noticed Jasmine was nowhere to be found, and the place was swarming with cops. His right-hand man leaned in and whispered urgently, "The cops are here for drugs. We have to leave, or our involvement will be questioned, even though we have clean hands." Harley clenched his fists, his mind racing. "That bastard got the call and left in a hurry because of it. I truly believe he's involved in this," he said through gritted teeth, his anger palpable. He wasn’t just furious that Damon had fled; he was livid that Damon had taken Jasmine with him. One of Harley’s men approached cautiously. "Boss, what’s the plan? We can't afford to get caught up in this mess." Harley took a deep breath, trying to control his rage. "We need to find Jasmine first. She’s my priority. Sweep the area and see if anyone saw where she went." Another man came running up. "Boss, some guests mentioned seeing a man escorting her out the side exit. They said s
★★★★"Do you want me to stand up for you? Why?" Damon asked, his tone layered with jealousy, his eyes narrowing as he studied Jasmine."No," Jasmine replied, pausing to consider why she had even entertained the idea of him defending her in front of his so-called girlfriend. "I don't expect anything good from you. Since you claim that I belong to you, that I'm your property, that's why I mentioned what happened in front of your girlfriend. Or are you planning on making her your puppet as well by deceiving her?"Damon's jaw tightened, and a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face."For a moment, I thought about telling her everything," Jasmine continued, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "In that way, your grandfather will become aware of your side business with women. Maybe then, the truth will finally come out, and your charade will crumble.""You don't understand—" Damon started, but Jasmine cut him off sharply."No, you don't understand," she said, her eyes flashing with ange
★★★★Hearing that, Jasmine felt a little awkward as she did not know why her absence would bother him.Damon stopped in front of Jasmine, his eyes meeting hers, but no emotion those cold eyes were expressing."Let me go, I will not meet him!" Jasmine's voice trembled, her chest heaving up and down as a chill trailed down her spine. She couldn't help but think what if this madman again tried to harm Nadia and Ceece? No, she could not allow this to happen."Doesn't matter what you want or not," Damon said coldly, "I know how to settle the mercurial situation. Either you listen to me, or I will make you listen. And about Harley—I made him bloodied with my fists; next time, I will snatch his life with my bullet."Jasmine's eyes widened in horror. Desperation fueled her next move as she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Damon froze, shocked by the unexpected gesture. His anger momentarily vanished into thin air.He paused, his body stiff, giving her time to speak, b
★★★★★ Jasmine found the medicine box in a cabinet and stepped out of the bathroom. As Damon was sitting with his back to her, she noticed a large tattoo on his back, along with some fresh bruises. Concerned, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you fight with Harley before coming here?" "Why? Are you feeling bad for him?" Damon snapped, glancing over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. Jasmine let out an exasperated sigh as she walked toward Damon. She had learned that keeping her mouth shut around him was often the best course of action. Otherwise, he had a knack for twisting her words into something entirely different. "Are you willing to answer the question you were asked?" Damon demanded, clearly agitated. He seemed to think she was worried about his wounds. "No, I’m saving my energy that will vaporize if I waste it talking to you," Jasmine retorted through gritted teeth. Damon's expression darkened, his displeasure evident. "Why can't you be a little kinder and gentler, like you are