Married for the Prince's Convenience. Maya Blake
Stephen?’
‘He’ll be home for breakfast. Goodbye, Miss Nichols.’ He walked out of the room.
Jasmine wanted to chase after him, rip the document from his hands.
As if guessing her intentions, the bodyguard cleared his throat.
Jasmine didn’t flinch. She’d dealt with brutes like him before, taken down one or two, even. But she knew she wouldn’t win this battle. She’d been damned from the very start.
Nevertheless, the enormity of what she’d done settled like a heavy mantle on her shoulders. Ice flowed through her veins as she clenched her fists.
‘Taxi?’ the bodyguard snarled.
‘No, thank you. I’ll find my own way.’
The first rays of dawn slashed across the sky as Jasmine returned to her hotel. With disjointed movements, she wheeled her suitcase out of the closet and stuffed her belongings into it. Forcing herself not to think, not to feel, she undressed and entered the shower.
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