Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Escape to Boston

Boston lacked San Francisco's finesse but exuded an extra touch of decadence.

In the city's neon blur, the strange disconnect nearly drowned Jasmine.

Curled up in the corner, she shivered fiercely.

Boston was not San Francisco. There, even without a true winter, the cold cut deep. Here, the winter was real.

Snow swirled at night, with passersby hustling through the flurries.

Leaning against the glass of a storefront window, Jasmine watched the heavy snowfall.

She'd loved snowy days as a child because San Francisco never had them. Her longing to see snow was that much stronger.

"Jasmine, this year I will take you to see the snow in Philadelphia."

She remembered the winter before her ruse was exposed. Her brother, Evan, had arranged everything - whisking her away straight from school to give her a wondrous surprise.

As a child, Evan's love was unquestionable, giving his sister every bit of protection a brother could. It had felt so deserved back then, now it seemed like a debt to repay.

For years, Jasmine endured the Wilson family's schemes and Serena's wrath in silence because, for the first two decades of her life, she had received warmth that was never meant for her.

She understood Serena's hatred.

forecast; the snow starts right when our

hair, taking her to marvel at Philadelphia's

in a thick down coat, she was warm despite

now, she was awake from that dream, facing the stark reality that was

"Jasmine!"

"Wake up, Jasmine!"

The call startled her, and she

woman squatting in front of Jasmine. Despite the snow, she was

relief. "How did you

up a cigarette, she pulled one from her bag. "When you called yesterday, I thought I'd misheard. I told you to hit me up as soon as you got

Jasmine replied, "I spent a few days at home with my

also the one who had gotten out early. She had followed the wrong man before landing in prison - a guy who was kept by his wife and had made his

he toyed with Emily for three

a once-over, noting her shivering. She thought she was too fragile. "You wouldn't last a

her head. "I can hustle; waitressing,

"Jasmine, don't tell me you actually believe... that I'm just a waitress? Pulling in

Emily's

as she ushered Jasmine into a taxi. "If you're really in need, do the details

against the cab window, Emily casually flicked her cigarette butt

Jasmine's intent but laughed it off without malice. "What, you think

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