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*****Jasmine stood up to leave. On the way she thought about how she would spend her days without a job because all are savings had been given to the house. She did not know how but all the work had suddenly been taken away from her and she had no one to blame.Suddenly she bumped into a man, "Oh, I am sorry! I was bit distracted, sir,""Jasmine!""Oh... Uncle Bittle! It is good to see you again!" Jasmine politely said. Uncle Bittle was a little bit older than her father, but he used to hang out in their house when she was a teenager."I was not sure it was you, Jasmine, but my assumption is correct," Uncle Bittle replied. "I heard you no longer reside here, so you are returning to your house to visit your father!""No, I was just here!?" Jasmine struggled to answer as she believed Uncle Bittle did not know anything about their family matter."Are you aware that your father is seriously unwell as a result of cancer?" Mr Bittle inquired, seeming surprised. Jasmine blinked a few times
***** "I cannot stand how she talks to your mother," Paul said to Layla, his voice tight with frustration. He then turned his stern gaze to Jasmine, continuing, "She has been taking care of your father all these years while you ran away—hiding somewhere to save your face. If you really want to be in this house, the least you can do is say some good words and ask for her forgiveness." Kesha's heart swelled with pride as she looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law with pleased eyes. She had not expected him to stand up to Jasmine, who had once been his love and with whom he had shared a strong bond, witnessed by everyone. Jasmine's face reddened with a mixture of anger and shame. "The only thing I've asked for is to meet my father, and that's it. I haven't asked anything from any of you, nor do I wish to interrupt your time. But if you're not willing to give me a chance, I'll gladly leave now. Maybe one day I will get a chance to see my father somewhere outside of this house," she said wi
*****"Alright then," Jasmine replied, tucking the letter carefully into her shoulder bag. She waited with bated breath, her curiosity piqued by the gravity of the situation."Please, make sure to visit me again," Ronald said, his voice tinged with regret and a weak smile playing on his lips. "I owe you and your mother an apology. And as for my health, don't concern yourself too much—it's the result of my own actions, and I must face the consequences."Jasmine nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. "I will come back soon. Take care of yourself, Dad."Ronald's eyes softened, a flicker of hope in their depths. "Thank you, Jasmine. It means a lot to me."Jasmine got up from her seat and headed toward the exit before stopping at the door and giving a glance to get her father over her shoulder as if She wasn't ready to leave, not without knowing if there was anything more her father wanted to say, even though she had been gently urged to depart.With a sigh, she walked out of the room and head
***** Jasmine was preoccupied with the letter, her suspicions reaching new heights. As she drove hastily towards her house, her phone rang. It was a call from Ceece. She picked up and put it on speaker, focusing on the road as she drove attentively. The sun was setting, and she assumed Payne must have already returned home with Nadia. "Hello, Ceece. Tell Payne I'm on my way home and will be there soon!" Jasmine said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil in her mind. "Jasmine, I’m not at home," Ceece's voice came through, fraught with anxiety. "There's a problem I’ve found myself in, and I don't know anyone else here who can help me out of this." Jasmine's grip on the steering wheel tightened, concern washing over her. "You sound tense! What happened?" she asked, pulling over to the side of the road to give the conversation her full attention. There was a momentary pause on the other end before Ceece continued, her voice trembling. "I tried to help you, Jasmine, but
*****"Though I admire your confidence," one of the men sneered, stepping closer to Jasmine, "you still lack the kind of beauty that usually catches his eye. You can go, but it won’t make a difference. Seeing him or begging for time won’t change your fate." His gaze was lecherous, and it made Jasmine feel exposed, as if he was undressing her with his eyes.Jasmine’s anger flared, not just at the men, but at the situation itself. How could Ceece, usually so intelligent and careful, have made such a reckless mistake? She tightened her grip on Ceece’s hand, feeling her friend’s fear and using it to fuel her resolve."You have caring nature but I am not required of it," Jasmine said, "I would like to know where your boss is!?"The man sneered at Jasmine's fiesty nature before turned around, saying, "Follow me!"Ceece hurriedly tugged Jasmine's hand, stopping her from going, " I don't think you should go and meet his boss: who knows what kind of character he own!"Jasmine coldly turned aro
**** The kiss did not last long because Damon hadn't intended it to be more than a lesson. He wanted to prove that his kiss was not disgusting. He pulled away abruptly, leaving Jasmine breathless and furious. She gritted her teeth and swung her fist at him again, but this time Damon caught it mid-air. His other hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him as he spoke coldly, "Do not tell me you are disgusted by me?" Jasmine's eyes blazed with defiance, her teeth clenched in anger. She was about to hurl an insult at him when the door suddenly burst open. Both of them turned to see a woman standing in the doorway. It was Linda, the person Damon had been waiting for. "Babe, what is happening?!" Linda exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and irritation as she stepped into the room. She shot a sharp glance at Jasmine, her eyes narrowing. Linda had been thrilled all morning after receiving Damon's call, but the scene before her was not something she had expected or was pl
******"There's no chance I'm letting my money go unpaid," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Negotiation is usually reserved for those who are my equals financially. So tell me, what do you have to offer as collateral if you fail to repay the money you owe my Casino?!”He flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, never breaking eye contact."You're not in a situation where you're desperate for money. I moved here a few days ago and have been struggling to find a job. I have nothing to give you as collateral. Besides, you violated me, and I’m not going to the cops about it. So I’m hoping you’ll be considerate," Jasmine said, her voice trembling with shame as she forced herself to bring up the incident.Damon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're funny! So, you're referring to that kiss we shared? I know you didn't consent, but I wasn't entirely in the wrong either. I was waiting for someone else, and you just barged in out of nowhere. And as for going to th
★★★★ "Do I have to wait more minutes to get the answer from you about my sudden arrival that you asked for?" Cesar said, his lazy eyes half-lidded as he looked at Damon, who seemed lost in thought while having him in his cabin. "Why are you so impatient?" Damon snapped back, his tone edged with irritation. "You were lounging in your chamber, and there was a time when I waited at your place for you to unload your troubles!" Damon rolled his eyes dramatically, reaching for the glass of water on the table. As he lifted it to his lips, a flash of memory hit him—Jasmine rubbing her lips with water in disgust. The recollection fueled his anger, and with a frustrated grunt, he slammed the glass back down on the table. Cesar raised an eyebrow, watching Damon’s outburst with mild amusement. "Is something troubling you, Damon? You seem more on edge than usual." Damon glared at him, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and frustration. "It's nothing," he muttered, but the tightness in his voi