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.

stopped struggling and stopped

These people... how could they ever save

sofa, she

revealing a

prison, Daniel's paid goons "took care"

would likely not

What's

of Jasmine, unconsciously released

about fun but didn't want

go of Jasmine

who knows how many have been with her;

the sofa, eyes empty and

was the cruelest way to

had experienced this

then, so many boys were infatuated with her, and she'd find her desk cubby

and Jordan were the most persistent pursuers, both declaring their love

began to circulate, alleging Jasmine was promiscuous, masquerading as a

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cruel taunts of her classmates, and even worse-she once found chicken blood splattered on her ballet costume and razor blades stuffed in her

No one dared to mess with

viewed Daniel as her

her world of

Her savior.

abruptly one day, her savior turned into a

"Already had a kid?"

wouldn't take her

used to be head over heels for her? Can't imagine Tom would

"He'll be here soon."

bombarded by the vile words being tossed around

gathering the strength to sit up, she adjusted her

She didn't cry.

no more tears

was burning into his