Jasmine's eyes opened and the sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils.
She didn't need anyone to tell her that she was in a hospital, the chains that binded her hands and legs to the bed were enough indication. "Jasmineeeee!!!!" She heard her name and she slowly turned to the entrance. The voice was unmistakenly familiar, the only voice that could offer her comfort amidst the turmoil within her soul. It was Mia, her best friend since childhood. They had carried their friendship to their adult ages after the death of their mother's, the tears in her eyes made a tear fall from hers as well. But Mia was not allowed in the ward she was in, so she stood at the entrance. Jasmine already knew why. She has fainted the time of her hearing and had been rushed to the hospital. Say, anytime soon, she would be discharged on the doctor's word and that would be it for her. Her judgement would be pronounced and she would rot in jail for years for a crime her husband, or should she say ex husband committed. "I warned you Jasmine, I warned you" Mia's words came in between her sobs. Her voice was laced with the sadness she felt, as if she were the one in her shoes. She was supposed to lash at her for not taking her advice, if only she had, if only she hadn't been blinded by love, she wouldn't be in this situation. Jasmine turned her face to the other side of the wall, away from Mia who stood at the entrance of the door crying. She didn't want to see her tears anymore, she didn't want to behold her lamenting face. "I love you Jasmine Jaiswal" the voice echoed in her head. The voice she was beginning to dread. "I love you Jasmine Jaiswal" she heard again and this time she couldn't control the tears that began to cloud her eyes yet again. If only she hadn't believed that voice five years ago. --------------------- "Are you going to sit down there and let him treat you like shit?" Marshall Yugo asked. Jasmine looked up at him from the stairs she sat. She stood up abruptly, not wanting him to see her in such a vulnerable state. Arun had just given her a slap in the presence of the other staff. Maya, her step sister was the reason but she didn't take it to heart because she was Arun's secretary and they were at the workplace. The slap was his way of disciplining her who was his employee because she had committed an offence. "Good day Mr. Marshall" she greeted and extended her hand out to him for a handshake, which he accepted not wanting to leave her hand hanging in the air. "What brings you here sir? Your secretary didn't call to inform me of your arrival" she added to divert his attentions, as she used the back of her left hand to clean the tears in her eyes. " I came here for you" he mouthed staring at her in the eyes. The staircase she stood on made them be of equal height. Jasmine immediately shrugged off his flirting words and retreated her hand from his, sensing that he was unable to let them go. "I will inform my boss of your arrival sir" she said and turned to walk away but stopped midway when she heard him speak again. " How much longer are you going to gaslight yourself into believing that nothing is wrong with your marriage Jasmine? I'm not trying to sound too desperate for your attention, but it would do you alot of good if you say back to watch and make the right decision now while there is still time" " Excuse me?" Jasmine scuffed. It wasn't enough for him to be hitting on her even as she was a married woman, betrothed to wed her step sister Maya in a few months time and her husband's enemy and competitor, he was now also trying to give her life advices? What happened to acting on those advices himself before giving them out to others? "I am a man of few words Miss. Jaiswal" "It's Mrs Ruge to you" she corrected. "Jasmine Jaiswal Ruge" she repeated, making sure to add her husband's surname within.. "Arun my husband and I are still married to each other and still love each other very much, you can take your opinions on our marriage somewhere else" she said with a resolute voice, maintaining her steeze and composure. " Think about what I have said now that there is still time" he repeated and bowed to her, turning to walk away when he saw Arun approaching. Jasmine stood still brooding over the tone of his voice. It hadn't been long since they knew each other. He was Maya's fiance, so it was natural for her to know him. But he had seemed like a player from the first day she met him at the family dinner. He didn't take his eyes off her, almost as if he was staring at a painting the entire time the dinner lasted. And then it didn't take weeks before he started hitting on her, offering unsolicited advice to her about ending her marriage with her husband, whom he saw as undeserving of her. But she always talked him off each time he started. He was incomparable to her Arun even though his business was booming more than his'. They just needed one leap and they'd be bigger than him. The leap was on its way, he would soon stop disrespecting her husband. Just who the fuck did he even think he was. "What are you doing there?" Jasmine got snapped out of her thoughts when she turned and saw Arun standing in front of her. A tear wanted to escape her eyes but she bottled it in. She hadn't pushed Maya. Inshort Maya had been the one who pushed her but fell instead. She didn't complain the numerous times she sent photos of her and her husband in close up positions to her, nor even when they rode in the same car, ate the same foods at the same restaurant or attended business conferences together. She was his ex and it was understandable that they might share certain likes and dislikes but it had already been five whole years, why was she, her sister, sending her images of the time she spends with her husband to her? She had confronted her about it and they had argued. No, she didn't argue with her. It was Maya who did. She was used to not arguing with her because of their childhood, so she just lets her be. She just warned her to stay away from her husband and to stop sending images of them to her and focus on her fiancee but instead, Maya pushed her but because she stood firm with the flat shoes she wore, Maya took the fall when she lost balance on her heels And what then? She ended up getting slapped by her own husband in the presence of the other staff for pushing her? Thinking about it still embarrassed her. "Don't ever try what you did with Maya today ever again. I don't think I'd be kind enough then. I'd have you arrested" he threatened She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. If the others got to know that she was his wife, how would they look at her considering all the mean things he did and said to her while they're at work. She should be thankful that he let her work and not just anywhere, but as a secretary to him in his own company, but then, other husband's did that for their wives as well. Was it too much asking for descent treatments and a piece of respect for her person from him. She didn't give an answer to his words she didn't know whether to take as a threat or a warning. Maya was just an Investor and all that to him. She had no place in his heart and he had embarrassed her who was his employee in front of others for her self respect to remain intact as a dignified Investor she was, she continued to tell herself, wanting to believe without giving heed to the voices in her head. She looked up and stared at him. Eyes never lied. That was what was said, eyes did never lie but she couldn't tell what was in his as she stared at him. Those weren't the same doting eyes he used to stare at Maya whenever he saw her pass by. Nor how he looked at her when they attended business conferences. There was something different with the way he stared at her, but she didn't want to believe. Arun belonged to her and he had vowed he did as well. He wouldn't change and definitely not for anything, lest his ex who broke him five years ago. "Was she that very important of an Investor that you had to disrespect me for her sake?" She finally asked after countless times of holding the question back in. Arun gave her no answer, instead he walked away on seeing another employee approaching. No one needed to know that they were married, definitely not his employees. Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't get an answer but at least, she was able to ask the question that burdened her the most. Was Maya still that important to him that he had to disrespect her for her sake? ---------------------- "Jasmine Jaiswal????" An officer called. Jasmine turned to face the door with her tear clogged eyes she couldn't wipe away because her hands were restricted. "Get ready, the judges are waiting for you at the court" she mouthed and the next voices she could hear were the uncontrollable sobs let out by her only person.... Mia Cajetan. If only she had listened to her in the beginning..... If only wishes were horses...The judge, a stern-looking woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, adjusted her glasses and looked down at Jasmine from the bench. She shuffled the papers in front of her before clearing her throat.Jasmine stood in the center of the courtroom, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the sides of the wooden podium. The room was silent, save for the soft rustling of papers and the occasional murmur from the gallery. She glanced briefly at her lawyer, who gave her a nod, though his eyes betrayed a deep concern.She knew there was nothing he could do for her anymore, the false witnesses that had come in to testify against her with planted evidences already made it hard for it to. "Jasmine Jaiswal Ruge," the judge began, her voice echoing through the courtroom. "You stand before this court having been found guilty of multiple counts of insider trading and embezzlement. These are serious crimes that have caused significant financial harm and have undermined public trust in ou
Marshall Yugo sat in his dimly lit study, his mind drifting to the time long before the glitz and glamour that now surrounded him. It's been twenty years, six months, a day and a handful of hours since the time he first set eyes on Jasmine Jaiswal, the marked calendar in front of him could tell. The most beautiful girl he's ever seen. The absolute bane of his existence. He met her at grade 8 when he was a transfer student at the Elite Academy. He lived with his single mother then and they were poorer than church rats Being an intelligent student at such a young age, he was opportuned to have won numerous scholarships and that was how he had gotten picked as the transfer student who got taken to Elite Academy, the biggest and most expensive school in Qhezon City. "Don't talk to him!!! He's so poor that his clothe can dirty the One thousand dollars pricey shoe your papa bought from Dubai!!" " I heard he lives in the slums!!! No one should talk to him, why was he even b
"What do you mean you're bringing your illegitimate daughter to the house? You can't try that Jaiswal!! She's your shame and is supposed to be hidden!! She's an embarrassment not just to you but I as well" the woman said with a very calm but skeptical tone, trying well to mask the tears that wanted to blur her sight. " Never did I tell you any of that, I don't know where you heard it from but wherever it was you did, don't say that again!! Jasmin is coming to live with us. She's intelligent and a daughter anyone could ever ask for!!Her results are clean unlike your children's, I've already made the choice and she's coming to stay! Let that stick into your damn fucking head!!" " You can't do that!! You can't bring in the daughter of your mistress to stay with my children and I!! You fucking cheated on me with her and begot a baby, would you disrespect me way more just to please her late soul?"" I will and fucking will!! This is my house, you don't tell me what I should and should
Mia stared at herself in the cracked mirror of the hotel room, her eyes red from crying. The room was dimly lit which made it cast eerie shadows on the wallpaper and the expensive pent up chandeliers. She clutched a crumpled poster advertising a high-paying "escort" service against her chest with her hands trembling. It had come to this—a decision she never imagined she would make, driven by grief, anger, and the crippling weight of poverty.The news of Jasmine’s death had shattered her. She was and had been more than just a friend; she was the sister Mia never had, the one person who had always believed in her, even when Mia herself had lost hope. Now, Jasmine was gone, reduced to ashes in a tragic bus explosion. And Mia was alone, drowning in her sorrow and regrets, unable to shake the guilt of not being able to save her, from her jerk of an ex husband nor from the bus explosion. Desperation had led her here to this hotel to do something she had sworn she would never do. Her mind
The sky was a bleak and heavy with the promise of rain that seemed to mirror the sorrow weighing on Mia’s heart. The quiet and somber cemetery held a sense of finality that pressed down on her with every step. Jasmine Jaiswal’s grave stood stark and solitary, marked by a simple headstone that read: "Beloved wife, daughter and sister, may you find peace in the afterlife."* Yet, there was no peace here, not in this place and definitely not in Mia’s heart. A jar of ashes had been released to her family, her step mother and it was said,by the police to contain the remains of what was believed to be her body after the explosion. Poor Jasmine. Mia knelt before the grave with her knees sinking into the damp earth as she clutched a single white rose in her trembling hand. The petals were already starting to wilt from the time she kept them, much like the hope that had drained from her life since Jasmine’s death. Her fingers hovered over the headstone tracing the letters of Jasmine’s
This couldn't be the house of the man that had offered her a job on the night she had planned to engage in the activity of a one night stand. No. It couldn't be because there was no use believing that Marshall Yugo had been the man that had met her at the hotel room that night and offered her the job of being a nanny.She withheld the thoughts of him being the one regardless of the mansion that stood before her, the Yugo mansion known throughout the city of Qhezon.No two people had the same house as his family but she convinced herself to believe there were. It was the only thing that would be able to compel her to go in. She hesitated as she stood at the gate waiting for the security to verify her invite pass, questioning her decision to come. The events of the past few days had left her emotionally drained—losing Jasmine, the betrayal by Arun in the end, and now this unexpected job offer. She clutched her phone contemplating whether to call it off by returning the million dolla
"Did you make the complete payment to him?" 'Yes Mrs J. I also made sure to provide all he'd be needing to execute the plan"" That is very good" she said to the voice on the other end of the phone call. "This would be the perfect riddance to that piece of shit. I can't stand the thought of her getting released and having to fight for the company shares and inheritance with my children. Jaiswal already displayed his foolishness by including her in his will,, I can't sit back and watch that happen. Make this plan a success" she said and began to walk back into the courtroom.Marshall Yugo walked out of where he had stood. He had been on his way to the courthouse for Jasmine's hearing but on eavesdropping on the phone call, he turned his back to leave. There was no need of him being there when something else was being plotted. -------------------------"Who is she?" Mia's voice finally came forward, her gaze lingering at his eyes that watched the sleeping lady so affect
"Are you really going to do this Jasmine?" Mia asked with alot of concern in her voice as she stared dotingly at her friend who sat in front of the mirror of the dressing room they were in."I am more than ready to do this Mia. You won't know what I've planned since I found out the details of Arun's betrayal. You can't imagine how I felt" she replied, trying her hardest to restrain the tears that wanted to escape from her eyes."I understand how hurt you must feel but must you really do this? Marrying him? I found it ridiculous you wanted the marriage to hold today that he is supposed to marry Maya. Isn't that a little bit rushed? Are you sure you won't regret this decision later?" " Chill Mia. I am ready for whatever unfolds, whether good or bad. I am more than ready to face it heads on" she calmly said and Mia had no other option than to sit back and watch her. -----------------The grand hall of the Saint Marie Cathedral was bathed in a golden glow from the
"Don't you think you're exposing yourself too much for a person that doesn't have her name cleared yet?" Maya asked with all seriousness, facing Jasmine as she did. Jasmine smiled as she knew where she was driving at and Marshall had been wise enough to expect a day like this. "I'm sorry but I do not quiet follow you Mrs. Ruge" she calmly replied. "Oh stop with the silly pretended Jasmine. You don't need to hide the fact that you're Jasmine Jaiswal from me" Jasmine turned to her secretary. "Jasmine Jaiswal is the late daughter of the Jaiswal family. Perhaps you're being mistaken for her ma'am because of the resemblance in your names" he explained. Maya bursted into an uncontrollable laughter. " I swear you're so good at acting Jasmine. You should be given an Oscar because I almost didn't even recognize" " If you would excuse us ma'am, my boss here has a meeting we're attending and we cannot afford to be late for anything" her secretary said again and Jasmine began walking away
Maya was growing hot with impatience as well as they all sat waiting for the board members like she thought they were. Jasmine sat in their midst knowing she was whom they were waiting for but didn't bother to speak since none of them didn't ask her. Marshall's secretary had come with her and sat by her side while they both waited, for who ever Arun and jos wife believed they were waiting for. In after what seemed like forever, Maya finally asked her husband whom they were waiting for and if it were still his other board members who held minority rights in the room."The owner of Jasmine companies" he muttered. She stared at him and then at Jasmine. She was there already. Didn't he know that she was the owner? Oh well, how was he to. But at the same time it hinted her at another reason. If Arun didn't see her as coming to represent the jasmine companies, then why was she there and who was she representing. " Of a truth, you are actually looking at the CEO and owner of Jasmine Cor
The fragrance Maya perceived oozing from her chauffer was somewhat familiar. It's musky scent reminded her of someone she had met at Arun's company before but she couldn't piece whom. As she alighted from the chauffer and began walking up the stairs to take the elevator, then did it happen that her memories were awaken.Yes, she had seen her chauffer from somewhere before. She had run into him on one of her trips down Arun's office. How could she forget. She was angry that day caused by Arun's stupidity and she had bumped into an arrogant man who got her without apologizing. The man had been handsome, the same handsomeness that had caught her attention that day and had caught her attention the day she cheated on Arun with him. The same handsomeness that had made her question why he chose to be a chauffer instead of other flashy titles he could have picked up from his path to success from his good looks. She wanted to smile and feel proud that he had seen working for her as an ho
"Tell the reporters we're no longer taking interviews" But the call was incessant and the caller did not back out from calling. "Have you told what I said?" Maya questioned her chauffer. He had been acting as her secretary the past weeks and she hadn't questioned why nor ready to stop him from doing so, being safe in his company. "The caller seems to have am insider information to tell you ma'am" "What is there to tell me that I haven't heard" she muttered to herself before collecting the phone from him. "Your sister is alive and she is Marshall Yugo's wife" the voice said before the call disconnected. Maya puzzled over the bit of information she had been told. Her sister... Jasmine... Jasmine Padmavati. But Marshall... The Padmavati's... Thinking out loud, the Padmavati's weren't in attendance on the day he unveiled her and there was no sign of even one of the family members. Could it be that what she had been told was true or someone was trying to pull her legs with a fak
Arun walked into the company building. At first, he heard murmurs around him but he raised his head and walked right in. They were his workers and he had rights over them. For those he beheld their faces sniggering behind his back, he was going to sack and lay off without notice. This was his company and he was going to take it back from the chaos he had left it to be in, especially the new one Maya added. "Welcome back to work sir" His assistant ran over to him as he was approaching. He looked like someone who had not left his job position ever since he left him. "Go on" he instructed sensing that he had wanted reporting something to him. "The warehouse at ....." "I know" Arun sighed and mumbled, cutting him short before he could finish. Of course he knew what had happened to the warehouse, more surprising was that it was his wife who had caused it and was now leading a narrative that it had been caused by enemies and a paid arsonist. And an investigation to discover whom
"Please stop the car" Jasmine's rasped voice came but the taxi driver didn't do as she had instructed. She repeated what she had said and her request seemed to have annoyed the driver."I'm not stopping till I reach your destination. You two caused me to miss appointments today,do you think you can be able to pay for the damage you caused me by wasting my time?" Marshal knew from the tone of the man's voice that he had been angered. True,they wasted his time but he had underestimated him and how he would have rewarded him handsomely if not for the disrespect he has shown to Jasmine in his presence."Stop the car right now!! Fucking stop the car right now!!" Jasmine screamed hitting the doors of the car as hard as she could.She needed to breath. She needed to walk away because perhaps doing so was going to while away the pains she felt.The car wasn't providing that comfort she needed and only walking down the bush road appeared to do so."Please just stop the car. We'll drop here"
Arun watched from a corner of his eyes as Maya answered almost all the questions asked by the press she had Invited. She had won. Well, it was obvious she did. She had gotten him to return to their mansion with her where she already had numerous Interviews waiting for their return. And she has made him appear before the camera with her, regardless of how angry he had been. To admit she did have a good plan up her sleeve and her burning his warehouse had garnered pity from the public towards him, sentiments that were fast rising his stocks back into the market. And with what she argued about the recording being adulterated and fake, it was easy to believe too, considering how AI was on the rise in the society and the use of cloning apps. She indeed was smart but the remnants of his anger about her burning his biggest warehouse still remained. "You will go to work after the interview. You'll show the people that you're not backing out from what belongs to you" she said affectionat
"While coming here did you honestly think I was going to believe your cock and bull story?" Jasmine mumbled with a heavy saddened voice from what she had heard. "Who did you even think you are to come here and spill such bullshit before me, expecting me to believe!?" She snapped angered. "Calm down Jasmine.... I" "Calm down? You expect me to calm down after the bullshit you just spilled?" She continued bawling, trying her hardest to prevent the tears that had gathered at her eyes from falling. "I'm sorry but I didn't mean it that way, I only wanted to tell you the truth about..." "Truth? What truth?! Your perfectly crafted cock and bull story? Your imagination? What truth!!" "Just who the fuck did you even think you are!! What gave you the right and impetus to say this to me!"" I was the..."Again Jasmine cut her short. But his time her voice was calmer than how angry she had been before. She was still, as if she had received a new revelation. "Ofcourse. Did I forget. You're
"From the house worker at the Jaiswal's I was able to ask, the young Jasmine had cried alot arguing that someone had killed her mother that rainy night after she was tucked into her bed, but her father had silenced her saying it was in her imagination" "Why would her father do such a thing, he should have listened to the young girl and found out the truth concerning what she had said" "That was what I said too but well, you're about to find out why he did what he did soon"" Her father apparently struck a deal with the little girl. He was to bribe the media into not talking about the suicide she was ruled to have committed, reasons being for his daughter not to live her life reading all over the media about how her mother committed suicide" he continued, pausing at intervals to study Marshal ans the rapt attention he was paying to his narration. " Who ever would hear that would say he is a very caring and thoughtful father"" That was what I wanted to say too but keeping quiet beca