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

hair, taking her to marvel at Philadelphia's snowy

in a thick down coat,

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

"Jasmine!"

"Wake up, Jasmine!"

call startled her, and

bite," quipped a woman squatting in front of Jasmine. Despite the snow, she was clad in a

sigh of relief. "How did you know I

is the only spot to crash near the train station, and it's safe," the woman said with a chuckle. Lighting 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 out.

bit embarrassed, Jasmine replied, "I spent a few days at

and had made his fortune with her family's help before shamelessly taking on a mistress. When his wife found out, she demanded Emily repay the money. When Emily refused, the man and his

clever; he toyed with Emily

once-over, noting her shivering.

insisted, shaking her head.

taking a deep drag, Emily cracked a knowing smile. "Jasmine, don't tell me you actually believe... that I'm just a waitress? Pulling in ten, twenty

Emily's drift.

said you're desperate for cash," Emily retorted as she ushered

cigarette butt outside. Instinctively, Jasmine wanted to protest-littering just wasn't

caught Jasmine's intent but laughed it off without malice. "What, you think you're still the Wilson family

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255