Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 39 Will Jasmine Die?

"You don't look dirty to me. Serena's full of it," James said, as he handed some peanuts to Jasmine.

She didn't flinch. She just took the peanuts and popped one in her mouth.

What Serena didn't know was that Jasmine had already done her homework on James, inquiring about him discreetly after the first time Serena joked about marrying her off to him.

James had bipolar and paranoid delusion disorders, but that didn't mean he was always in a state of crisis. His episodes surfaced only under stress. When he was stable, he was indistinguishable from anyone else.

Jasmine's time behind bars wasn't devoid of education; she had devoured psychology texts, gaining insight into the minds of individuals like James. She knew they hated being underestimated, had fragile egos yet strong protective instincts. To trigger that protective urge, she had to present herself as a victim far more vulnerable than they

were.

"Auntie Geena suggested you take me as your bride, saying I could do 'that' for you," James said, moving closer to Jasmine, interpreting her silence as consent.

"Do you know I'm sick, too?" Jasmine asked, locking eyes with him. "I don't want to hurt you, but I think they're trying to harm you."

James stared at her, shock etching his face. "You're sick?"

"Do you think their kindness is genuine? How do they treat you normally?" Jasmine was taking a gamble.

"What a load of crap," James cursed. "They all look down on us. My dad's been with the Douglas family for years, and still, not one of them respects us."

"You see, the nanny usually couldn't care less about you, but suddenly she's trying to set you up with a wife. Don't you think that's weird?" Jasmine whispered.

"What's wrong with you?" James was starting to get angry; he always knew Sophia, the nanny, was no good.

cure, and you'll die." Jasmine showed James the bruises marring her skin. "Look, I don't have

so long; his salary is high and they can't just fire him. They want to replace him and to do that, they need to provoke you into making another mistake. If you hurt me, especially if I end up dying, it would blow up. You and your

and, unable to contain it, he grabbed a nearby stool

corner. She was terrified...

knew she was trouble; she's always had it in for

as he struggled

her best

control. He went on a rampage, smashing things in the warehouse

the nanny and several servants pretended not to hear, laughing and chatting as they

turn deadly?" One servant

luck for bothering a madman. It's not a crime if a lunatic kills someone," Sophia, the nanny, remarked coldly, almost as if death would be a

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fearfully in the direction of the warehouse. "Can Jasmine's small frame handle this? It looks

Upstairs.

to the commotion coming from

his fists in agitation, he felt an

was for Jasmine to buckle, to admit she was wrong. He hadn't

blood!" At the worst possible time, Serena's room servant burst out, their voice

to

the corner of Serena's mouth.

descended the stairs. He could no longer

one dies," Daniel instructed the nanny right before he