The cool morning breeze that was blowing in the city of Qhezon was dim and promising.As if it held promises of an upcoming rain to the enthusiasts who would do anything for it to fall."The CEO of the Yugo group of companies would be having a party today...... " Maya heard on the news she was watching on TV. She didn't want to hear anything about him nor his name and at the same time, she couldn't snub her piqued curiosity about the party he was having and why he was doing so.Was he finally apologizing to her for how he ditched her at the altar or was it for another reason? Announce his marriage to the new woman that stole him from her?.Or perhaps bo one stole him from her. She was everything a man would ever want.The perfect ass, the pretty face oval to perfection, and with just about the right height for career women.There was no reason for Marshal Yugo to dump her at the altar without calling off the Marriage to her before hand, sponsoring the wedding fees and all only to
"Where is she? Where is that good for nothing bitch? Where is that godamned human? Where the fucking hell is she?" Mrs Jaiswal bellowed as she burst open the front door of the house with the house helpers screeching fearfully behind her,, afraid of what might become of Maya's own outburst when she finds out she let her in.Maya stood up as she saw her mother approaching. She knew she would come after she answered none of the calls she rung her."So is this how it's gonna be?" She asked Maya.Maya gave her no answers but instead turned to form disinterested in whatever she had to say.She knew she would come. She always did.Her brother was nothing to write home about and for that, her mother always came back to her regardless of how harsh her insults might sound."I know nothing about the sold shares" " Mother" she added out of courtesy." I'm not talking about the shares. That can wait. We can get it back by negotiating with the buyers. The shares isn't the reason I was calling you!
"I loved you, Arun. I did, so very much. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I did agree to. I walked down the altar with you. I took the vows, I fucking took the vows because of you!!" "I never asked you to do that for me Jasmine. You did it on your accord. Don't try to pin the blame on me." "Don't fucking tell me that!! don't fucking tell me that!!" She screamed on top of her lungs, much that the other prisoners in the other ward across hers began to look at her with quizzing eyes. "You know how I hate being abandoned. You know how I hate the feeling. I never agreed to fall in love before because if it. I hated love. My thoughts were always pretty much the same. what if you left me, what if we got separated by death early in life . I'm so used to the feelings of being abandoned, don't fucking tell me that you're doing so. Don't tell me this divorce papers are real. I trust you, please" Her voice came very low and slowly, almost as if she were pleading with a kil
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
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