Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 106 Ethan Took Jasmine Home

"Jasmine!"

Ben burst into the alley, looking anxiously all around.

Where could she have gone?

"Jasmine!"

The alley was eerily quiet. Ben had been running around for what seemed like an eternity but still hadn't found Jasmine.

He was unaware that when Jasmine got scared, her instinct was to find a corner to hide

in.

Paralyzed with fear, she crouched beside a trash can in the corner of the alley, body trembling uncontrollably.

Six years ago.

At the party, Jasmine had one drink and soon after found herself in a haze, being guided to a room by someone.

Frozen with dread, her heart was screaming, desperately struggling, but her body was completely unresponsive.

She attempted to flee, trying to cling to consciousness, but to no avail.

Pounding on the door, crying out for help, her efforts were futile. No one came to her

rescue.

Had the hotel's windows not been sealed shut, she might have been driven to jump. Curled up in the corner, she gradually lost hope in everyone.

"Bitch, you have no shame."

"Look at the marks on her body, not even dressed."

"See the blood on the bed? How shameless."

The next day, while she was still unconscious, Serena and Daniel burst into the room with reporters in tow.

She opened her eyes in confusion, then wrapped herself tightly with the sheets, terror surpassing even that of the previous night.

Like a fish gasping on dry land, this was her final struggle.

Crying helplessly, she pleaded for Daniel's assistance.

Daniel's eyes were cold, cruel, distant, and disgusted.

Each expression hurled her further into hell. Trampling her, again and again.

What had she done wrong? It was those who hurt her who were at fault.

one believed her. Everyone seemed eager to stomp her into the

terrified. Fear

in the corner, she cried silently

Jasmine curled up tighter,

now bleeding, and the sweet

she could

she was trapped in the warehouse by Daniel and Serena, her terror was absolute, her body's symptoms of depression and

"Jasmine."

had peaked,

she looked up, her gaze

must be

business trip to New

to

he noticed Jasmine's condition, slowly squatting in front of

her hand, deep enough to draw

lift her shaking fingers to hand it over but

motion, pulling her into his embrace,

He had found her.

...

didn't care about Jasmine, but his actions spoke differently as he arranged transportation for Ethan, making them at the hospital in just over an

Jasmine away and that Henry himself seemed to be in a bad

the stairs and saw Henry's car in the

fear and her instinct to hide in corners

followed suit, relieved to see Ethan had found Jasmine. "Henry's assistant is also searching for her. Henry rushed back to the Patricks'. I heard Mr. Patrick Sr. had some

coat over Jasmine, his voice deep and firm. "We're

here, and then from there to New York, you won't have any time to rest before

and carried

realize the person beside her was real, not just a

but couldn't produce

hot water." Ethan

it with trembling hands, feeling the warmth slowly seep

ask her

silently in the seat, waiting for Jasmine to recover

an emergency, tell me. I'll send someone

her mouth and whispered, looking down.

slowly closing

voice was hoarse.

passing through," Ethan

didn't want her to get the

Ethan

even with

the car window, she watched Ethan rest. It seemed that

slowly opened

head on the roof of the