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

the use? These people... how could they

the sofa, she let them desecrate her

clothes were ripped, revealing a body

years she spent in prison, Daniel's paid goons "took care" of

would likely not fade for a long

What's

repulsed by the sight of Jasmine, unconsciously released his

about fun but

others quickly let go of

have been with her; she's filthy. We don't pick up trash,

sofa, eyes empty and utterly

the cruelest way to destroy a girl? Spread dirty

had experienced this before in high

her, and she'd find her desk

were the most persistent pursuers, both declaring their

to circulate, alleging Jasmine was promiscuous, masquerading as a paragon of virtue while leading an unsavory

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classmates, and even worse-she once found chicken blood splattered on her ballet costume and razor blades

to mess with Daniel, and gradually the rumors were

viewed

in her

Her savior.

her savior

"Already had a kid?"

I wouldn't take her for

Can't imagine Tom would mind. Where's

"He'll be here soon."

the couch, bombarded by the vile words being tossed around

adjusted her clothing and noticed all the buttons had been

She didn't cry.

had no more

cigarette butt was burning into his fingers, but he