★★★★★ Jasmine found a quiet corner of the room, a small refuge from the whirlwind of social interaction and flashing cameras. She slipped her phone from her purse, her finger hovering over the call button for Payne. Just as she was about to dial, Ian appeared at her side, balancing two glasses of wine with practised ease. “Here you are,” he said, offering one of the glasses to her. “Are you hiding out here? Even as the lead actress, you’re supposed to be the centre of attention tonight.” Jasmine accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. “It’s not that I’m hiding,” she replied with a hint of a smile. “My heels are killing me, and honestly, as soon as you walked in, it felt like the crowd’s attention shifted from me to you. I figured it was a good time to take a break and let the buzz settle.” Ian chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I suppose I do have a knack for stealing the spotlight,” he said, leaning against the seat beside her. “B
★★★★★As Jasmine stood beside Cindy, cutting the cake in front of the eager crowd, she smiled for the cameras, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of anticipation and guardedness. The spotlight was firmly on them, and Jasmine's thoughts were already drifting towards the end of the event and the prospect of going home.Suddenly, a voice crackled through the microphone, cutting through the celebratory atmosphere. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?” The speaker’s tone was urgent and commanding, and soon, the cameras shifted to focus on the new arrival. “I’m Maria Perchor’s manager,” the woman continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “I realize this is a major event and my interruption might seem unwelcome, but I’m compelled to address something that cannot be ignored.”The crowd murmured in confusion and curiosity as the woman took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Jasmine with a look of bitter determination. “I’m tired of watching how people like Miss
★★★★★ “Calm down, everyone,” Ian’s voice cut through the clamor, cold and commanding. He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the restless crowd. “It’s clear to me that you all have an affinity for chaos. This woman, who claims to be a manager, has presented you with a fragment of a video, and you’ve all leaped at it without question. Why are you so quick to follow her? Do you have some personal connection with her, or is it just the allure of scandal?” A murmur of discontent rippled through the crowd. “Is there any way you can prove us wrong, Mr. Ian?” someone demanded. “Maria’s sudden replacement raises serious doubts. How can we ignore the evidence she provided?” Ian’s expression hardened, struggling to find a rebuttal. Jasmine, sensing his frustration, stepped forward and took the microphone with a steely resolve. Her voice, though calm, carried an edge of defiance. “This film is my project, my responsibility. I won’t be intimidated or forced to abandon it because of baseless
★★★★★“Help me, please!” Jasmine scrambled to her feet, her voice desperate as she turned to the figure emerging from the car. But as she caught sight of the hood and mask the person wore, her hope turned to ice. A chill ran down her spine, her heart pounding with a growing dread. The nerves in her legs felt like they were tightening into steel bands.Her gaze snapped back to the man who had been chasing her. He had stopped a short distance away, watching her intently. The realization struck her like a jolt: these people might be working together, and their intention could be to kidnap her.Jasmine’s eyes flitted toward the dark expanse of the jungle beside the road, a possible escape route that beckoned her with its shadowed refuge. Before she could make a move, the man behind her surged forward, closing the distance with alarming speed. His hand clamped down on her arm, his grip so tight that Jasmine felt a sharp, searing pain shoot through her. It was as if his fingers were trying
★★★★ “Get out of the car, bitch,” the man growled, his voice dripping with venom. His grip on Jasmine’s arm was unyielding as he yanked her from the wrecked vehicle. The cold glint of a knife suddenly appeared in his hand, its blade pressing menacingly against Jasmine’s throat. Fear gripped Jasmine, her breath hitching as the sharp metal hovered near her skin. Each slight movement could drive the blade deeper, and her mind raced with frantic caution. She could feel the heat of the man’s breath on her neck, his fury palpable. “Hold still,” he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “One wrong move and this knife will be the last thing you ever feel.” He dragged her roughly to the front of the black car, positioning her as a living shield against their unseen adversary. “You coward!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. “Show your face! Get the fuck out of the car, now!” The black car remained eerily still, the driver’s presence hidden behind the tinted windows. “I
★★★★★“Hah!” Jonathan sneered, his defiance clear as he pushed Damon away with a rough shove. Damon staggered against the car, momentarily disoriented, while Jonathan’s hand reached for the knife that had fallen to the ground.Jasmine, her heart racing, tried to move toward Damon, her mind set on helping him. But Damon raised a hand, a silent command for her to stay back, his eyes fixed on Jonathan with steely resolve. She hesitated, her fear mingled with concern, but her instincts told her to stay out of the immediate danger.Jonathan’s grip tightened around the knife’s handle as he prepared to lunge again. Damon, undeterred, straightened himself and faced Jonathan with unyielding determination. “You know,” Damon said, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife through the air, “even if you manage to escape tonight, I will hunt you down. No matter how far you hide, no matter how deeply you bury yourself.”Jonathan’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance. He held the
★★★★ Later that night, Damon, Jasmine, and Phil gathered in the other villa. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. Jasmine, wrapped in a soft blanket, sipped from a steaming bowl of soup, its aroma mingling with the cool night air. Damon sat across from her, his face etched with lines of concern, while Phil leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and observant. Phil broke the silence, his voice low and measured. "I've gone through his records from the past week, and there's nothing unusual. No suspicious contacts, no large financial transactions. Everything appears normal." Jasmine set her bowl aside, her fingers lingering on its warmth as she looked at Phil intently. "What about his personal life? Did he have any family? Anyone who might have known him well enough to do his last rites?" Phil shook his head slowly, his expression grim. "No, Miss Jasmine. According to my sources, he had no family and no close relatives. He was a solitary
★★★★Cindy entered her grandfather’s study with a sense of foreboding. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls as she approached Elder Colley. He sat behind his mahogany desk, his usually impeccable demeanor marred by a look of deep disquiet.“Cindy, come closer, my dear,” Elder Colley said, his voice heavy with a blend of sorrow and regret. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, now held a softness tinged with guilt.Cindy stepped forward, her concern evident in the gentle crease of her brow. “Grandfather, what’s wrong? You look troubled.”Elder Colley sighed, leaning back in his chair as he ran a weary hand through his silver hair. “I am troubled, indeed. It is not just sadness but a profound disappointment in myself. You see, I’ve made a grievous error—a miscalculation in a matter of great import. The consequences of this mistake are not confined to me alone; I fear they will touch you as well.”Cindy’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze fixed on her