STEPHAN
The message hit my phone like a slap, as went through it.
Emergency at the mansion. Mr. Maxwell is here. They have Jasmine on her knees. Come now.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I didn't think so. I didn't speak to anyone. I just grabbed my jacket and ran out of the building, barking at my chauffeur to move faster than he ever had.
The entire ride, my mind raced with worst-case images Jasmine hurt, humiliated, alone against my father's rage. My hands shook on my lap. She had already been through so much. I wouldn't let them break her again.
The moment the car stopped, I stormed inside. The living room was a battlefield of tension.
My father stood tall, cane raised like a weapon. Jasmine knelt on the cold floor, shoulders trembling, face pale with pain.
Christina clutched my father's arm with fake tears. Henry's mother watched with cold satisfaction.
Rage exploded inside me, especially knowing the reason hebjs mad at her is because of the project I had canceled.
