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.

Jasmine stopped struggling and stopped pleading as she gazed

use? These people... how could they ever save

she let them

revealing a

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

bruises marring her body would likely not fade for a

What's with all

sight of

all about fun but didn't

of Jasmine too. "I heard she's

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

on the sofa, eyes empty and utterly

cruelest way to destroy a

had experienced this before in

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

the most persistent pursuers, both declaring their love for her in public,

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

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rumors had reduced Jasmine to 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

involved with Daniel. No one dared to mess with Daniel,

Jasmine viewed Daniel as

her world

Her savior.

day, her savior turned into

"Already had a kid?"

I wouldn't take her

be head over heels for her? Can't imagine Tom would mind. Where's he at? Didn't see

"He'll be here soon."

the couch, bombarded by the vile words being

strength to sit up, she adjusted her clothing and noticed all the buttons had been ripped

She didn't cry.

had no

into his fingers, but he was oblivious