"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
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