Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 22 Paternity Test

"Daniel! You're inhuman!" Jordan, incensed, tried to rush forward but was blocked by

Daniel's men.

"Easy, Mr. Taylor," they said helplessly. This was Daniel, a Douglas, Ethan's brother.

In San Francisco, who would dare cross the Douglas family?

Who would dare cross Ethan?

They all gave Daniel respect, not because he was Daniel, but because he was Ethan's brother.

"Just watch, Jordan. If you can keep your hands to yourself, I'll beg my brother to put in a good word with Mr. Patrick for you," Daniel sneered, using the Taylor Corporation to threaten Jordan.

He was sure that a weakling like Jordan would compromise for the sake of profit.

He wanted Jasmine to see exactly what kind of man Jordan was.

"Let me go..." Jasmine sobbed, "Please Daniel, have mercy..."

But begging was futile; she should've known better.

The men grabbed Jasmine, pinning her to the couch and ripping at her clothes with a violent fervor.

Jasmine cried and struggled to no avail.

"Help... please, save me..." she cried out, glancing at Jordan, who stood frozen, feeling as if he had plunged into icy waters, cold and suffocating.

Jordan's Adam's apple bobbed; he was torn about stepping forward. Without the backing of the Douglas family, he'd be trampled underfoot in this elite circle.

Fingers clenched tremblingly, Jordan looked away.

He never imagined that the Wilson family heiress, once perched upon a pedestal, would now be brought so low by these people.

That proud gardenia had wilted to nothing but tatters.

And Daniel, it seemed his sole intent was to strip Jasmine of every last thorn, every gleam of light, to drag her through the dirt until she was filthy, torn, and trampled into the mud.

struggling and stopped pleading as she gazed at

people... how could

the sofa, she let

clothes were ripped, revealing a body

years she spent in prison, Daniel's

bruises marring her body would likely not fade for a

Is this woman sick or something? What's with all these bruises? She

by the sight of Jasmine, unconsciously released

about fun but didn't

let go of

been with her; she's filthy.

lay on the sofa, eyes empty

cruelest way to

had experienced this before

infatuated with her, and she'd find her desk cubby stuffed with

were the most persistent pursuers, both declaring their

masquerading as a paragon of virtue

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tears many times. She was subjected to the cruel taunts of her classmates, and even worse-she once found chicken blood splattered on her ballet costume and razor blades

dared to

Jasmine viewed Daniel as

in her world

Her savior.

one day, her savior turned into a

"Already had a kid?"

wouldn't take her

for her? Can't imagine Tom would mind. Where's he at? Didn't

"He'll be here soon."

bombarded by the vile

gathering the strength to sit up, she adjusted her

She didn't cry.

no more

was burning into his fingers, but he was oblivious