Chapter 32 Strategist
Jasmine stood rooted to the spot. Her hands were clasped tight due to the turmoil within her. She couldn't bring herself to step into the car, not when she felt so filthy.
"Thank... thank you, but no, I wouldn't want to bother you," she said stiffly, waving her hand dismissively.
Ethan didn't press further. He had considered just driving away, yet the sight of Jasmine limping in the rearview mirror stirred an inexplicable irritation within him.
...
Jasmine didn't go home.
The thought of Richard seeing her in such a disheveled state with cuts on her face and hands would only cause him needless worry.
After all, what good would it do to worry her family if she couldn't change the dire situation she was in?
Once, Jasmine had been the apple of the Wilson family's eye, never having to face injustice or hardship throughout her privileged upbringing.
Sheltered and basking in the light of affluence, she had been oblivious to the darkness at society's fringes.
Stripped of everything, she came to a grim realization-how laughable it was for someone without backing to even think of resistance.
Finding a bench in a nearby park, Jasmine gently touched her forehead and lay down slowly.
Her head was spinning.
At this rate, maybe she'd meet a quicker end.
Staring at the burn scar on the back of her hand, Jasmine's gaze solidified.
hurt? It had become
she once believed had
their mutual love could lead to such vile
Wilson family heiress in high school and if Daniel hadn't taken a
was
pure, always luring boys. Strip her down, and let's see how she'll
are you trying to do?
your multiple boyfriends outside school, so much
rumors and slander could destroy
beauty; others resented the teachers'
on her again and
later while perched on her desk and reaching out
hand was suddenly yanked
trapped in
Haunted by the past.
wasn't particularly harsh, but the nighttime breeze cut
pulling her blanket tighter around
"Get up."
of the park lights, standing against the light as if he were a divine being sent
take me away?" Jasmine's voice was
The man's voice
murmured, "I'm probably going
"Why's that?"
should've been dead a long time ago..." Her voice was raspy with
received as
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