As Yasmeen stood frozen, her mind reeled with questions. Jayden, the love she thought she'd lost, was alive. Her father's deceit hung in the air like a challenge. Her gaze drifted to Silver Kai and Asher, fear etched on their faces. Asher's eyes narrowed at Jayden, his voice dripping with disdain. "How did he rise to wealth?" Damon snickered, his eyes gleaming with anger. As Jayden accepted his award, Yasmeen's memories flooded back. His voice, once music to her ears, now seemed distant and cold.
The evening passed in a blur, Jayden's presence had awakened something long buried. She slipped outside, seeking fresh air, and Jayden emerged, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He walked towards his car, ignoring her. A stunning woman appeared, taking his hand. Yasmeen's legs trembled, tears pricked at her eyes, and her throat constricted.
In that moment, Yasmeen felt like she was losing herself all over again. The pain of watching Jayden with another woman was a harsh reminder of what she'd lost. The night had brought her face-to-face with her past, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to confront it.
As Yasmeen's thoughts snapped back to reality, Damon's hand clamped onto her arm like a vice. "Smile," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Yasmeen's lips curled into a forced smile, masking the turmoil brewing inside.
The car ride home was a tense blur. Damon's threats hung in the air like a guillotine, ready to drop. "If I get into the car before you, you're finished," he snarled, his eyes gleaming with malice.As she entered the car, Mia and Damon exchanged kiss. When they were out of the gala, The car screeched to a halt, and Damon's voice barked, "Get out!" He yelled
Yasmeen's legs trembled as she fumbled for the door handle. Damon's parting words sent a chill down her spine: "Trek home. If I get home before you, you're dead. Panic set in as she sprinted down the deserted street, the rain-soaked pavement glistening ominously. She knew she had no chance of reaching home on foot, but desperation fueled her flight.
A car's headlights illuminated the dark street, and Yasmeen froze as it hurtled towards her. But the vehicle skidded to a stop inches from her face, its door creaking open. Jayden's intense gaze met hers, his chiseled features set in a stern expression.
"Are you blind?" he thundered, his voice making her flinch. Yasmeen's voice trembled as she whispered, "Jay..." His expression darkened, and he grasped her neck, his fingers closing around her throat like a vice.
"Don't dare call me Jay," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "I don't know you." His grip tightened, making it hard for Yasmeen to breathe. Tears streamed down her face as he hurled venomous words at her.
Jayden's next words sent a chill down her spine: "I'll make your family suffer for eternity. You'll realize what it means to be ruined, to be nobody." His voice was a low, menacing growl. The rain poured down, drenching them.
His hand clamped around her neck, and Yasmeen felt fear wash over her. Suddenly, he flung her to the ground. Yasmeen landed hard, winded and crying. She lay there, overwhelmed by confusion and fear, as Jayden's words echoed in her mind.
As Yasmeen trudged through the rain, her legs felt heavy with fear. She knew she had to face Damon, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. Finally, she reached the Asher Mansion, her heart weighed down by dread.
The staff's curious gazes fell upon her like a cold shroud as she stepped inside. Yasmeen steeled herself and continued on, retreating to her small quarters. She changed into comfortable clothes, finding brief respite from the turmoil.
Just as she'd begun to collect her thoughts, a soft knock at the door broke the silence. "Master Damon calls for you," a maid announced, her voice detached. Yasmeen's heart sank, and she bit her lip hard, anticipating the pain.
With trepidation, Yasmeen made her way to Damon's chambers. The sounds emanating from within made her stomach twist into knots – Mia's voice rising above the din. She was moaning so loud. As she opened the door, she saw Damon thrusting hard into Mia pussy from the back. He groaned in so much pleasure while Mia begged for more.
Damon's thunderous voice commanded Yasmeen to her knees. She obeyed, her legs trembling beneath her. The scene before her was a twisted nightmare. Damon and Mia moan cut deep, each one a razor-sharp blade slicing through her heart.
As he emerged from his tryst with Mia, Yasmeen felt revulsion wash over her.
He wore is trouser and turned to Yasmeen
"How many strokes do you deserve for returning late?" Damon sneered, his hand wrapping around his belt buckle. Yasmeen begged, "Please, Damon, it's raining..." But her words were cut short by a stinging slap.
"Thirteen strokes of the cane should do," Mia chimed in, her voice detached. Damon's eyes flashed with excitement as he bellowed, "Take off your shirt!" Yasmeen hesitated, then slowly removed her shirt, revealing scars on her back. Damon's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he raised the belt.
The strokes rained down, each one searing agony that threatened to consume her. Yasmeen screamed, her vision blurring. As the last stroke fell, she stumbled forward, her legs giving out beneath her. She crumpled to the ground, her body wracked with sobs.
Darkness closed in, and Yasmeen felt herself being dragged away, lost in a sea of pain and despair. She nearly went blind they've been married for three years and yet he as always threat her like a slave. The good thing is that he has never sleep with her.