Chapter Eighty One The CEO, noticing Jasmine’s amused reaction to Kim’s obvious attempt at flaunting her relationship, turned to her with a polite but serious expression. Clearing his throat, he addressed her directly. “Just to clarify, Ms. Jasmine,” he began, “Kim Al isn’t my… ‘sugar baby,’ as you might think. In fact, we recently married in a private ceremony after my wife passed away. We wanted to avoid the public eye.” Jasmine blinked, her eyebrows lifting slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected news. Kim, catching this reaction, tilted her chin up, her face lighting up with smug satisfaction. She leaned into the CEO’s arm and laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that rang out. “Don’t mind them, my love,” Kim purred, glancing disdainfully at Jasmine and Henry. “Poor, dirty people are always going to have their little issues.” Her voice was filled with scorn. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t even allowed to sit inside. Maybe they’ll end up standing in the back with t
Chapter Eighty TwoThe CEO’s face twisted in fury, his normally calm demeanor shattered as he stared at Kim K. His voice was low, filled with barely restrained anger. “Kim,” he said through gritted teeth, “I cannot believe you would humiliate me like this in front of everyone. This… this is beyond anything I could have imagined.” Kim, realizing her grip on her new life was slipping fast, knelt down right there on the polished floor, tears streaming down her face. She reached out, clutching at the hem of his suit in desperation. “Please,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “I’m begging you. Don’t leave me. I… I’ve changed. I’m a new person now. Please, just forgive me.”The guests looked on, whispering in hushed tones as she sobbed. Kim’s mascara began to run, her carefully composed appearance unraveling as she pleaded with her husband. All the confidence and arrogance she had exuded just moments ago had dissolved, leaving her looking broken and desperate.The CEO’s face hardened,
Chapter Eighty ThreeHenry leaned close to Jasmine, his lips near her ear as he whispered, “Wait till you see the next surprise.”A spark of excitement lit up Jasmine’s eyes, but before she could ask more, he took her hand, guiding her through a hidden private exit, carefully maneuvering to keep them out of view from the curious eyes below. Jasmine stifled a laugh as they moved stealthily, her hand tightening around his as they slipped away from the watchful crowd without a single soul noticing.When they finally reached the car, Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh softly. “This mask… it’s fun. Gives me this mysterious vibe.” She touched the delicate lace and crystals, feeling a sense of excitement at their secrecy.Henry smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Keep it on as long as you want. Tonight, mystery suits you.” He winked, settling into the passenger seat as Jasmine took the wheel of the car he’d given her—a luxurious vehicle she still couldn’t believe was hers.As they dr
Chapter Eighty Four Jasmine looked up at Henry, her eyes glistening with wonder. She smiled softly, squeezing his hand as they moved to the soft melody filling the rooftop. “Henry,” she asked, her voice a gentle whisper, “what’s the occasion tonight?”Henry’s eyes sparkled, and without saying a word, he released her hand, stepping back. Jasmine’s brow furrowed in confusion as he smiled, nodding toward the open space behind her. “Turn around,” he whispered.Heart pounding, Jasmine turned. Her breath caught as she saw Henry drop to one knee, a small velvet box open in his hand, revealing a glittering diamond ring that sparkled under the lights.“Jasmine,” Henry began, his voice filled with warmth and love. “I know I couldn’t give you the perfect wedding when we first started out. Life was different then, and I didn’t have much to offer. But today, on our anniversary, I wanted to do something special for you, something to show you how much you mean to me. Every day with you is a gift, a
Chapter Eighty Five Henry held Jasmine close as they danced, her question echoing in his mind. How was he supposed to explain all of this? He hesitated, his thoughts swirling. The truth was complicated—so tangled, even he struggled to make sense of it. He had always felt like a stranger in his own life, navigating a path that felt both surreal and uncertain. There were whispers about his family, rumors about a fortune and a legacy he hadn’t fully understood. His own past was a puzzle, missing pieces he had yet to find. He had no idea if his grandfather, the man rumored to be the linchpin of this vast, elusive fortune, was still alive. And with each passing day, Mr. Anderson, his trusted advisor, kept urging him to be patient, to wait. It was frustrating, but Henry knew he couldn’t risk pushing too hard. He had a good life, everything he needed, and more wealth than he could spend in a lifetime. Still, it felt fragile, like it could all vanish in an instant. That was why
Chapter Eighty Six After a long, magical night, Henry and Jasmine slipped quietly out of The Garden of Eden through a hidden exit, avoiding the paparazzi who still lingered outside. Laughing softly, they made their way to the car, and as they pulled onto the open road, Henry reached over, turning up the radio. A lively song filled the car, and without thinking, he pressed a button to open the roof, letting the cool night air rush in.They sang along, voices blending with the music as they sped down empty streets. Jasmine’s laughter echoed into the night, her hair blowing wildly in the breeze as she leaned back, savoring the freedom. By the time they reached home, their spirits were so high, they didn’t realize the noise had echoed through the quiet neighborhood, waking Jasmine’s mother.The moment they parked, Jasmine’s mother, Mrs. Woods, was already marching out of the house, her expression thunderous, her voice loud enough to wake the entire household.“Where are you two coming f
Chapter Eighty Seven As Jasmine stood in shock, her mother’s harsh voice cut through the night air, ignoring Jasmine’s question entirely."That’s by the way,” Mrs. Woods said, her tone dismissive. “You two are young and active, so I’ll be taking this car from you. Jasper needs it more than you do.”Jasmine’s mouth dropped open. “What? You’re going to take our car and just give it to Jasper? That’s not fair, and you know it! I won’t let Jasper have my car!”Mrs. Woods glared, folding her arms as she set her chin defiantly. “You will give him the car,” she said, her voice ironclad. “Jasper will be using it to take your sick father to the hospital. He has partial stroke, for heaven's sake.”Jasmine scoffed, frustration boiling over. They all knew that wasn’t true. Jasper wouldn’t use the car for anything that responsible. “Mother, we both know that’s a lie. Jasper will do no such thing. He’ll just—”Before she could finish, Jasper ambled into the scene, looking smug. He had clearly over
Chapter Eighty EightHenry woke up early, quietly slipping out of bed, careful not to wake Jasmine. He had a task ahead of him that morning, and he wanted to get it done before anyone in the household, especially Mrs. Woods, could question his intentions.Pulling on a simple shirt and jeans, Henry headed outside to his bike. He kicked it to life, the soft hum breaking the early morning silence as he set off toward the car dealership. The morning air was cool against his face, and he felt a certain sense of freedom as he navigated the streets, his mind focused on the task at hand. Jasper’s demands were laughable, but he was determined to handle it calmly, even if it meant buying a car he knew Jasper would inevitably mistreat.As Henry approached the Mercedes Benz dealership, he noticed a group of staff from the nearby G-Wagon dealership peering at him from the entrance, their faces lighting up with recognition. They exchanged hurried whispers before five of them stepped forward, hurr