Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 18 The Proud Swan

Jasmine looked at the nanny in terror and stepped back in fear.

Her words brought back memories of her time in prison.

Back then, freshly incarcerated, she was the target of bullying. People in her cell claimed to lose things, and no one would believe a single word Jasmine said. The others would rip at her clothes, demanding she produce whatever she was accused of stealing.

After watching Jasmine back away holding her child, Lisa had a meaningful look in her eyes.

Ah, Jasmine.

The once heiress of the prestigious Wilson family and the belle of Stanford University in San Francisco.

The former Jasmine was not just a beauty; she was incredibly talented and academically exceptional.

It was said her aptitude was immense, be it in the art of ballet or in her innate skill for piano, surpassing even Lisa, who had also been groomed for success among the elites.

As a prominent socialite from San Francisco, Lisa, the heiress of the Douglas family, always found herself overshadowed by Jasmine.

With an ironic smile, Lisa found herself oddly satisfied.

The once distinguished Jasmine had been the top liberal arts student in San Francisco, who had managed to get into Stanford University, but alas, during the summer of her junior year, she had made a mistake that landed her in prison.

The gardenia who bloomed in the hearts of so many, a fixture in San Francisco's high society, had her future snuffed out before she could even graduate. It was such a waste.

Lisa acknowledged Jasmine's talent, which made it all the more tragic that it had been destroyed.

Now, Jasmine looked more like a beggar on the streets, pitiful and filthy - there was no trace of the prima ballerina who once graced the stage as the Swan Queen.

me? Take off your clothes. Prove your innocence," Lisa said with

answer, curling

bully her," Justin clung to Jasmine, preventing others from

we'll help you," the nanny gestured to others to assist in undressing

was just a

touch me..." Jasmine's voice was hoarse; the tears streaming down

were desperate, pleading for

fade; they were branded deeply onto her

it enough? Hadn't she paid

want from her before it was over? Did she have to give up her life

but what

into this world,

year Justin was born, how she sat with postpartum depression,

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would have been an escape from Daniel and Evan, who

A man's displeased voice

servant stuttered in

ran

forward, not wanting Jordan Taylor to see Jasmine. "Jordan... what brings you back? Weren't you supposed to

to Lisa, replying indifferently, "Your father returned to the

hands together, the tension evident in her grip. "Jordan, does it really have to

ignored her. He didn't even glance at his son. As he strode to the center of the courtyard, he found his

in a corner, cradling a child, her form a picture of dishevelment. He didn't recognize her

was the novelty of having twins that had helped their mother rise in the social

Jordan's voice carried a

she had been released from prison and had come back to the country early, partially to learn about Jasmine's