—JASMINE Hades doesn't look his best, a rare sight to behold. Despite being impeccably dressed in a billion-dollar gray suit that perfectly complements his tanned skin and dark hair, he is carrying an air of fatigue. His beautiful eyes, normally bright and piercing, appear tired and sunken, with dark circles etched beneath them. His smile, usually a dazzling display of charm and confidence, now looks forced and unconvincing, a faint, weary curve of his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes. The overall effect is one of subdued elegance, like a sense of a man who's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.What’s going on with him?I shouldn’t care but my curiosity is taking a toll on me.But I need to remember where I stand.Before cutting ties with him, Hades and Alison had remembered me as someone who lost her memory, and I have to continue to maintain that facade. My past, my identity, and my memories are all a jumbled mess, and I have to keep it that way. The
—JASMINE“Alison, You look tired,” I say.“Don’t change the subject. You have kids? For who? When? How?” She is relentless with her questions and I just want to shove her purse in her mouth.She’s worse than an FBI"Alison, me? A mother?" I scoff, trying to sound incredulous as if the idea is absurd. Her eyes fall, her gaze drifting down to my chest, then my stomach, before returning to my face. She shrugs, already sounding defeated, her voice laced with a hint of resignation. "Well, you look healthier, I'll give you that," she says, her tone dripping with skepticism. "But not like a mother, for sure." She adds, her eyes narrowing slightly as if searching for something in my expression, a hint of the truth perhaps. Her words are a subtle dig, a reminder that I don't quite fit the mold of a mother, my denial and body aren’t giving it away.I'm so grateful to Denzel for arranging for his team to help me get my body back in shape after giving birth. It's been a game-changer, both p
—JASMINEI look down at Hades, my gaze drawn to the way his fingers are still wrapped around my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle. It's as if he's hesitant to let me go, even as his eyes follow mine, tracing the path of my gaze. And then, suddenly, he seems to snap out of his trance-like state, becoming conscious of his hold on me. His fingers release their grasp, and he takes a step back, his face etched with apology. "I'm sorry," he says, his deep voice laced with regret, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. I take a step back too, my eyes darting around the dimly lit space, ensuring we're not being watched. The last thing I need is for someone to misinterpret this situation and tarnish my reputation. I glance sideways, my mind racing with the potential consequences of being seen with Hades in such a compromising position. The shadows cast by the faint light seem to grow longer as if they're trying to snuff out any remaining secrets. "What's going on?" I ask, my voice bare
—JASMINEI look away from Hades and take a seat in front of Denzel, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. "Denzel," I call softly, my voice laced with a mix of confusion and trepidation. He immediately starts talking, as if he's been waiting for this moment. "It's not a proposal, Jasmine. You becoming my wife is more like a partnership between us. We will help each other grow. Not because we have feelings for each other." I shake my head, my mind reeling with the implications. I've just walked out of a crappy, loveless marriage, and I'm never going to put myself in that situation again. The thought of entering into another loveless partnership, no matter how practical or beneficial, is unthinkable. "I don't know, Denzel," I say, my voice firm but hesitant. “You do,” He says. “We get married, continue the way we are. What’s the difference?”“It’s eerily the same thing I agree. But it’s not possible” I state.“It’s not?” He says.“Well, I decline and I’m sorry” I lay
—HADES.Did I just hear correctly?I am sure I just did.As I watch Jasmine and Denzel leave the party, the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Jasmine never lost her memory. She only pretended to. The truth slaps me in the face, and I feel like a fool for not seeing it sooner. Alison had even suggested it, but I dismissed it as mere speculation. Now, it all makes sense - the way Jasmine seemed to recall certain details, the way she navigated the situation with ease. She's been playing us all along. I feel a mix of emotions: shock, anger, and embarrassment. How could I have been so blind? I think back to all the times I doubted Alison's instincts, all the times I defended Jasmine's supposed innocence. I've been a fool, and it's a hard pill to swallow. The memories come flooding back, and I'm transported to a time when I'd lost Jasmine forever. I believed that along with her memories gone, she'd also forgotten about me, about us, and our bond. The pain and despair were
—HADESI gawk at Alison.She has proof that she saved me? This is absurd because I already know the truth.But I will not decline her.“Fine. Show me this proof?” I begin and she nods.Time seems to slow down as I watch Alison's deliberate movements, her hands grasping the arm of her dress and slowly pulling it down. The fabric slides down her body, revealing her skin inch by inch. I'm frozen in shock, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before me. "What are you doing?" I demand, my voice low and even, trying to hide the turmoil inside me. Alison's response is laced with defiance, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation. "You wanted proof?" she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm as if daring me to look away. I narrow my eyes, my gaze locked on hers, trying to process what's happening.“That’s what I said, not a strip show”She rolls her eyes at my words, thinking I’m being dramatic, but then I'm met with a sight that makes my breath catch in my throat. She
—JASMINE As Denzel pulls up in the main pack house, a rich building I've grown too familiar with, I don't wait for him to finish parking before opening the car door and storming into the house. My heart feels heavy and the car ride back home has given me a bit of motion sickness, alongside the horror I have faced with Alison, Hades, and even Denzel today. The memories of their words and actions swirl in my mind, making my stomach churn with anxiety and disgust. I'm desperate to escape the toxic emotions that have been building up inside me, but I know I can't outrun them forever. The pack house, once a symbol of safety and security, now feels like a prison as my mind travels back to Denzel’s words.I don’t want to become anyone’s anything.As I enter the house, Enora and three other servants greet me with warm smiles and welcoming gestures, but I dismiss them with a wave of my hand, my heart not in it. I'm eager to see my babies, to hold them close and find some comfort in thei
—JASMINEAs Enora leaves the room, I watch her go with a sense of gratitude. She's just helped me enjoy a warm, relaxing bath, and even assisted me in changing into something comfortable. Now, with my little ones tucked away in bed, fast asleep, I decided to indulge myself in a different kind of relaxation. I pick up Aurora's diary, its leather cover soft and worn, and settle in for a quiet evening of reading. I'm so glad Enora helped me get my hands on this; I was starting to think I'd never get the chance to peek inside. And I hope she did it secretly, without anyone else's knowledge. As I open the diary and begin to read the first page, I can feel my heart beating in my throat, pounding out a rhythm of anticipation and trepidation.Holy crap! I can feel my pulse quickening, my breath catching in my chest, as I delve deeper into the diary's secrets. The room around me fades away, and all that's left is the book under my eyes and the pages written by Aurora.*—July 2ndI scar