Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 23 Is Justin Your Son?

Were they bullying Jasmine again?

Her disheveled hair and disarrayed clothes said it all: these people had inflicted some sick harm.

"Is this your idea of fun?" Tom's anger flared, and with a swift kick, he landed a blow on one of the men sitting nearby.

The man flared up. "What's your problem, Tom?"

As the two seemed ready to throw punches, the others interjected, "We're all friends here; don't wreck the peace."

"My ass! He kicks me over some girl!" Complained the offended entitled rich kid with an air of frustration.

Tom glanced at Daniel who sat in a corner with a stormy expression, silent.

Frowning, Tom shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Jasmine. "I'll take her out of here."

A group of trust fund babies started to tease, "Tom, you're quite the ladies' man, huh?" "You were at the hotel that night too, Tom. Don't tell me Jasmine's bastard is yours?" One of the rowdier guys jeered, barely dodging a punch from Tom.

Tom had a short fuse, and he was ready to swing.

Jasmine followed Tom numbly, trailing him out of the private room.

The corridor outside the bar was deafening; young people danced wildly in the club, the music booming.

Jasmine felt a ringing in her ears and staggered slightly.

Tom walked ahead without looking back at Jasmine even once.

Stopping at the restroom door, Tom pulled out a wet paper towel and passed it to Jasmine. "Wipe the blood off your face."

Jasmine paused, then instinctively touched her face, feeling the warm blood. The cut on her forehead had somehow reopened.

Taking the towel from Tom's hand, she dabbed at her face and asked in a quiet voice, "Was it you?"

frowned, impatient and straining

at the Bellagio Hotel was that you?" Jasmine looked up; her

for a second, his chest tightening

his first love, his

he was the sports jock,

the recital before the track meet, she danced the Swan Lake solo, shining

she seemed to have fallen

men you can't keep them straight?" Tom looked away,

fell silent as she stared at

okay?" Tom asked, his brow furrowed, regretting leaving

She was about to leave but then stopped and gathered the courage to look back at Tom. "Justin...

had to find her son's

knuckles whitening with the effort. She loathed these

endure the disgust and muster the courage

of this book for free. Don't miss

taken aback, thinking Jasmine

kid on

you just desperate for a

had her answer, and

It wasn't...

open, and Ethan emerged with a stony expression, a cold

bars, yet

a man about whether he was her child's father -

Jasmine, again.

mirror, Ethan couldn't help but feel the irony. Too many men in the picture - how could she not know who the father of

Ethan by the

and Tom's were first

Tom's

and warned in a low voice, "Don't

was

more so.