Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Only then did it dawn on Willow that Jasper was a computer and technology expert, making her realize he could have viewed her social media posts without leaving a trace. This realization annoyed her.

She rubbed her eyes and decided to tell Leslie the truth another day, planning to ask him to stage an act with her. She was determined to force Jasper out of the shadows. She resolved that if he genuinely didn’t care about her, so be it. She’d let go, too, but she couldn’t help wondering if he would show up if he did care about her.

In the middle of the night, Aimee sneaked into Jasper’s room. He had been struggling with sleepless nights, and it was taking a toll on his health. Hence, Antoine had insisted Jasper take a powerful sleeping pill. At that moment, Jasper was in a deep slumber when she slipped in.

She didn’t hide the affection in her eyes as she stared at his face. Her attention eventually fixated on his slender lips, and a selfish desire began to consume her thoughts. She wanted to get a taste of his lips. She swallowed and bit her lip as she reached out to hold his hand. Just then, he grabbed her by the hand as he murmured in his dreams, “Willow… Willow…”

clutched Aimee’s hand tightly. It was clear that he had mistaken Aimee

only one on his mind, even though she had been right beside him all along. She wondered if he knew that she had

was filled with bitterness. Suddenly, she found herself resenting why Willow couldn’t simply remain a well-off socialite and avoid entangling herself with someone like him. Eventually, she let go of his hand because she was unable to bear hearing him call out for

toward the man and muttered, “I won’t let

laptop out and looked up Willow’s social media accounts. When she saw Willow’s active life and her involvement with a rich and handsome young man, Aimee sneered, doubting

for? She doesn’t care about you

up being mine? Aimee thought as she glared at Willow’s smiling face on the screen. I’m going

Willow was in her room, browsing the internet, even though it was already 3.00AM. She was waiting for Jasper to show

Stop hurting him.’ Willow’s chest tightened. She wondered who the sender was, so she quickly typed out a question.

me before. I’m Aimee