All Chapters of My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

—JASMINE Dressed to the nines, Denzel stands before me, clothed in a jet-black suit that emphasizes his chiseled features and broad shoulders. The vibrant red tie he's chosen is the perfect complement to my stunning velvet dress, its luxurious fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. The dress feels like a million bucks against my skin, its softness and richness a testament to its high quality. I can't help but feel like a million bucks myself, the way the dress seems to shimmer and shine in the light, drawing attention to my every move. With Denzel by my side, looking every inch the dashing gentleman, we make a formidable pair, ready to take on one of the biggest events of the season with style and sophistication. One could actually mistake us for an actual couple.Tonight feels like a night I’ll never forget.As I make my way down the low steps and to the car awaiting us, Denzel's driver springs into action, opening the door to the sleek vehicle with a courteous

—HADES As the dinner party reaches its midpoint, the atmosphere is electric, with every guest mingling and laughing, passing cocktails, and engaging in effortless conversation, just as they do every year. The room is filled with the clinking of glasses, the murmur of voices, and the occasional burst of laughter. I try to focus my mind, to corral my thoughts into a single, simple thread, but it's proving to be a challenge. My attention keeps drifting, pulled in different directions by the various conversations and interactions unfolding around me. I force myself to take a deep breath, to calm my racing thoughts and concentrate on the present moment, I don’t want to look at her. I can’t.But my mind is a jumble of emotions, worries, and distractions, making it difficult to achieve any semblance of mental clarity. I feel like I'm stuck in a whirlwind, struggling to find my footing amidst the chaos.I’ve lost my appetite and can only drink.I notice Alison’s eyes and me and turn to

—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

—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

—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