The Forced Wife

Chapter One

As Jasmine took a stroll to the corner of her street with her two luggage and wiping her tear stained face with her arm, she soon spotted a limousine parked at the corner wall with a man holding a board written Jasmine in big bold black letters, similar to the ones seen in airports. This made Jasmine more wary as she felt as If she was not worth stepping into such a fancy car, she took a look at her clothing and felt like she should have put more effort in her dressing even though she was wearing her most recent dress that she bought a year ago, the brown and yellow maxi dress was better compared to other clothes she had- this was not torn nor worn out and yet she felt out of place with the dress. She approached the car with a sad smile coming face to face with an old man who also wore a friendly smile

"I presume you must be Jasmine Sanders" the gentlemen said as he took her luggage from her hand and walking towards the boot of the car, he then opened the door for her to enter as she quickly entered the door looking back out the window to the curious onlookers and she thought and hoped that this will be the last time her neighbours see her this way.

Jasmine could sense they were nearing the place by the look at the houses that they were now passing, the mansions and the classy cars that were parked, the elite taking strolls and others jogging until the car stopping pulled her out of her trance of thought to be brought back to really and now facing a massive, castle like white house with some lovely crafted sculpture and a beautiful garden. The driver just looked at Jasmine through the rear-view mirror smiling slightly. He did not bother making conversation with Jasmine the whole ride as he thought that the poor lady did not know how to speak English seeing the environment she was from, he presumed that the poor girl will serve as a maid for Mr Simmons

"We are here, you can come out now" Speaking really slowly and also signalling with his hand and opening the door. Jasmine went out of the car and stood there in a state of awe as she slowly admired the massive house and the beauty surrounding the house "Right this way" The Driver said as he lead there to the front porch. A few knocks after the door opened revealing a middle aged women who also opened the door and lead Jasmine up the stairs to a closed door.

"You can come in" She said as she emerged back from the closed door she just entered. Once she stepped inside the room she came face to face with three pairs of eyes and the only female there just laughed hysterically as Jasmine came closer

"You have got to be kidding me" The other gentlemen that was younger than the old man said with venom apparent in his word , Brian just stood there angry with a sour expression on his face, the Young girl was beautiful with her olive ,naturally tanned skinned, big hazel eyes , curvy body and naturally curly dark brown hair (You can picture someone similar to Selma Hayek)he had to admit but he was totally not his type . He loved the beauty and no brains type of women but by 'no brains' Brian did not mean the ones that were not privileged. He was really disgusted by his grandfather's offer but worse he was disgusted by the girl he was looking at. How can someone stoop so low for money he thought as he took a look at the girl who was now facing down 'She even made sure she looked the part' he thought at he looked at the 'rags' she was wearing

"It's really nice to finally see you miss Sanders, I hope the trip was pleasant" Mr Simmons said as he took her hand for a firm handshake as though it was a business meeting,

"I'd like you to meet my Daughter Gwendolyn and My Grandson Brian Simmons" Mr Rogers said as he gestured to the two individuals present in the room, the eerily silence filled the room as she received tension and a cold atmosphere coming from both the Madam and the young Simmons so in resolution of breaking such tension Jasmine went forth for a friendly handshake from them. As the proximity came closer, she lifted up her hand only for Brian to pass by her and head straight towards the door with a loud bang of the door shutting

"You are pathetic!" The lady said looking both at Mr Simmons and jasmine, adding more to the horrible feeling Jasmine was having at the moment as the lady followed behind the young gentlemen

"Please don't mind them dear, Make yourself comfortable, you will be headed to your house soon so just relax" Mr Simmons said as he went behind his large desk and taking a drink of his glass of whiskey. The tears in Jasmine's eyes were starting to form to how useless she is being treated by strangers 'I mean I also did not approve to this' she thought to herself until she gained the courage to finally speak up after hours of being silent.

"why are you doing this" she asked as she wiped the tear drop that threated to fall, as first Roger thought that the question was more a question of gratitude but the look into her eyes said otherwise. In all honesty, Mr Roger did in fact think about this bizarre and ridiculous offer and why can't he just help the cleaner in the diner without expecting anything in return but then again, he was not that kind of a man, he was raised and taught to work for everything you earn, nothing comes for free that is the main reason for such petty proposal .......and also to teach his grandson responsibility

"Well take a seat so we can talk everything. Firstly this is going to be a rather royal wedding, filled with blitz, glamour, paparazzi and the like so I do not expect you to appear depressed and forced, I want you to look rather in love with Brian, pretend to be head over heels in love and you have been waiting for this day for all your life. I know my son hates being negative in the spotlight so he will play along and it will also be beneficial as this bad reputation of him will finally disappear. You on the other hand will get your monthly allowance in which half will be sent to you and half will be transferred to your mother" he spoke and finally dismissing Jasmine before she can utter any work. The driver appeared again carrying her bags back to the car and driving off.

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The car eventually came to a halt into the driveway that looked more like a bachelor pad, it was nice but dominated by cars from the garage with a plain clean driveway and fountain at the centre. Jasmine once again went out and got inside the house to be met by the very angry Brain in the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water. Once Jasmine saw him, she had to the courage to explain to him that she also does not like this and if they can find a way to resolve this but was quickly silenced by Brian himself

"The room at the top room will be your room and I don't not want to see nor hear you in my way , keep a far distance away from me and I repeat keep away from me! "He yelled before storming off to the door.