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Rekindled Love
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3 Chapters
Chapter 6 I can't wait to see the look on their fa img
Chapter 7 My face was beaming with smiles img
Chapter 8 I'm afraid to lose her img
Chapter 9 She was racked with bitterness img
Chapter 10 I have misunderstood him all this while img
Chapter 11 I'm curious to know about their relationship img
Chapter 12 He is very fine without us img
Chapter 13 She was worried where to get money img
Chapter 14 I can't imagine going back to that eyesore house img
Chapter 15 Her heart shattered upon hearing his voice img
Chapter 16 I can't take it anymore img
Chapter 17 Her diary img
Chapter 18 I can't believe she did all of this img
Chapter 19 Is high time I leave this house img
Chapter 20 He is an angel img
Chapter 21 Job interview as a maid img
Chapter 22 I can't believe that I'm this ugly img
Chapter 23 Work as maid to arrogant boss img
Chapter 24 He is a mean guy img
Chapter 25 My first at work as his personal maid img
Chapter 26 He is my nightmare img
Chapter 27 My father was right I'm good for nothing img
Chapter 28 You are fired img
Chapter 29 What's he planning img
Chapter 30 I felt his delicate lips squeezing in mine img
Chapter 31 Stay with me img
Chapter 32 I can't doubt it I'm in love with Earnest img
Chapter 33 His looks were hunting like a beast img
Chapter 34 My heart was beating so quicker img
Chapter 35 He is my hero img
Chapter 36 My dumb heart keeps aching for Earnest img
Chapter 37 What a dream img
Chapter 38 I want to give her the luxury of the world img
Chapter 39 Creative me img
Chapter 40 We are dating, what a lie img
Chapter 41 Jealousy written over him img
Chapter 42 Can't you see it's hurt me to see you two together img
Chapter 43 You are mine alone img
Chapter 44 Kissing her all over is what I ever wanted img
Chapter 45 I'm seeing Earnest everywhere img
Chapter 46 I miss you Jas! img
Chapter 47 It's feel to good to watch snore like a baby img
Chapter 48 I'm relieved now img
Chapter 49 This moment I can't forget img
Chapter 50 I wish we will stay like this forever img
Chapter 51 I wish we will stay here img
Chapter 52 Be my personal maid again img
Chapter 53 I want to be with my prince img
Chapter 54 His secret lover img
Chapter 55 I'm now a big lady img
Chapter 56 I waited for him to come img
Chapter 57 I want to be proud of you img
Chapter 58 Promise me you won't leave me img
Chapter 59 She will know about the fixed marriage img
Chapter 60 I can't marry Clara img
Chapter 61 She stab me with the knife img
Chapter 62 Who did this to you img
Chapter 63 I will come back for you guys img
Chapter 64 Let's cancel this marriage img
Chapter 65 How did she get to know there's someone img
Chapter 66 I gnashed in pain img
Chapter 67 Let's get a wedding dress img
Chapter 68 Please help me Jas img
Chapter 69 Why would he think of me that way img
Chapter 70 Wedding day img
Chapter 71 Where could Clara be img
Chapter 72 Rekindling our love img
Chapter 73 Mum you are going with me img
Chapter 74 Tell us where Clara is img
Chapter 75 I'm not going anywhere img
Chapter 76 Why isn't she here yet img
Chapter 77 Be mine Jasmine img
Chapter 78 I wish someone would come to my rescue img
Chapter 79 How did he know that I'm here img
Chapter 80 Why can't he marry me img
Chapter 81 I will make things right img
Chapter 82 What's going on between you two img
Chapter 83 I don't wish to talk about it img
Chapter 84 Why are you ugly sky img
Chapter 85 That is just a dream img
Chapter 86 Dad isn't nice img
Chapter 87 I can't afford to miss this dinner img
Chapter 88 I brush off the insult img
Chapter 89 Who is this new man in her img
Chapter 90 My mum's diary img
Chapter 91 Let's seal this relationship img
Chapter 92 My mother is in love img
Chapter 93 He looks like Earnest img
Chapter 94 My heart torn into pieces img
Chapter 95 Our relationship is being torn img
Chapter 96 I will move on img
Chapter 97 I hate you Earnest img
Chapter 98 I don't know if I can let him go img
Chapter 99 The heartbreaking goodbye img
Chapter 100 A new phase img
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Chapter 3 Chains of silence

Jasmine's Pov

I lay in my bed, attempting to meditate. I found myself daydreaming about my present, specifically how I had received scholarships to Kisco High School.

After a few deep breaths, I reopened my eyes and returned my awareness to my breath.

As I settled into the moment, I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts.

I opened my drawer and took out all my painting supplies. I began expressing my feelings on a piece of paper, using black paint to capture the fear coiling in my mother's and my own eyes. It's my fear of insanity, I guess, as I draft it.

"Jasmine, my dear," my mother called, breaking my concentration. I unlatched my room door and was pleasantly surprised to see her face glowing with a resplendent smile for the first time in a long while.

"I want you to prepare. You are going for the Kisco scholarship exams. I've worked hard to get this money so you can enter that school." She handed me $200.

That's a lot of money. I was both shocked and excited at the same time. Where did she get all this from? She must have suffered so hard to gather this money for me.

"Thank you, Mom; you are the best mom in the world." I hugged her tightly.

But just then, a dark shadow loomed over the moment. "I have said it time and time again: Jasmine can't make me proud; she's just useless." My dad, who had been eavesdropping on my conversations with Mom, intruded into our moment.

He was right, I thought bitterly. I had failed two scholarship exams I took long ago. It had been a long time since I had written an exam. Now, I was determined to rectify my mistake and make sure I passed this one.

"Jasmine, give me that money," my dad demanded. He snatched the money from my hand and pushed me aside as tears welled in my eyes.

My mom stood by, helplessly watching him leave with the money.

"Please, Mom, don't let him take the money!" I begged, holding onto her. She couldn't do anything to stop him. She wrapped her arms around me, but she looked so frail and weak. She was not the type to confront my dad.

I don't ever want to see that man again.

His presence irritates me to no end. I have thought about what to do to him, to make him feel the pain and hurt he is causing us, but I couldn't come up with anything. I stood by the door as the knob twisted. I gripped the rod I had been using for my painting, clustering it in my hands, waiting for the door to be shoved open. I knew it was my dad. I would make sure to hit him with it to end this pain that has been buried inside me.

"He must die today," I murmured to myself as the door burst open.

He entered and took measured steps, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. I hid behind his back, raising the rod to hit him, knowing that my mother wouldn't stop him from taking my scholarship exam money. Hitting him would make him feel the pain I'm feeling right now. I was sweating profusely as I prepared to strike.

"Jasmine, don't, please!" My mother yelled, tears dripping from her eyes. "I don't want to hear that this man has caused me nothing but pain." His presence annoyed me further, and I felt myself going wacky because of it. I looked at my sad mom and felt as if my heart was being torn into pieces by my father.

The rod was stripped from my hand.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, my dad gave me a sharp slap across the face. I held my cheek, trying to endure the sting.

"Oh, you want to kill me?" he taunted, and then he punched me so hard that I wailed in pain.

"You are an evil child who wants your father to die," he spat at me before storming out.

I burned with rage and hurt. It felt as though something was piercing my heart, and I couldn't stop wondering if he was truly my father.

"Mum, I deserve to know who my real father is!" I shouted vehemently.

"Jasmine, he is your father," she replied, looking heartbroken. I couldn't understand why she didn't want to leave him. I didn't think I could continue to endure my father's heinous character alongside her anymore. I felt it was time to act so that I wouldn't die in pain.

"You know he doesn't see me as his daughter, so why should I take him as my father?" I pressed my mom.

She couldn't help but cry. "Mom, let's leave this house for him." My words felt like daggers piercing her heart. She didn't want to hear that.

"You know he is my husband, and we made a vow at the altar-to stick together for better or worse. No matter how difficult he is, I should stay by his side." That was the reason she was suffering, all in the name of a vow.

"If that is the case, then I will make sure I kill Daddy so that you can be happy. That man has made life a living hell for you."

"Let's kill Dad so we can be free from his grip," I blurted out, knowing full well how my words would be received. From the way she glanced at me, I could tell she would be very angry for saying such a thing.

"Why would you think that way?" Fury laced her voice as she wondered how she had raised me to contemplate such violence.

"So that he can stop hurting us!" I exclaimed, desperate for her to understand where I was coming from.

"My dear, I didn't raise you to be a killer. Don't worry; we will get through this," she assured me.

Her words felt like a bandage on a wound that would not heal. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was trapped in a nightmare that would never end. I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, my heart heavy with thoughts of escape.

What would it take for us to be free? I longed for the day when I wouldn't have to fear the sound of my dad's footsteps approaching. I wanted to be able to laugh and play without looking over my shoulder. My dreams of attending Kisco High School felt like a distant fantasy, overshadowed by the grim reality of my home life.

As the days went on, I found solace in my art. Painting became my escape, a way to channel the anger and sadness that threatened to overwhelm me. Each stroke of the brush felt like a release, a way to communicate the feelings I couldn't express in words.

I often painted scenes of hope, imagining a life where my mom and I could live free from fear. I painted the sun shining bright, flowers blooming, and laughter echoing through the halls of a home filled with love.

But reality would always creep back in. I could hear my dad's angry voice in the distance, and it would shatter the peace I had fought so hard to create.

One evening, as I worked on a piece that depicted a serene landscape, I overheard my parents arguing. My father's voice boomed, filled with rage, while my mother's tone was soft and pleading. It made my heart race, a familiar feeling of dread washing over me.

I set my paintbrush down and pressed my ear against the wall, straining to hear their words. The argument escalated, and I felt a surge of anger boiling within me. How could he do this to her? How could he destroy the woman who had given everything for me?

Just then, the door to my room creaked open. It was my mother, her eyes puffy and red from crying. I rushed to her side, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

"What happened, Mom?" I whispered, fearing the answer.

"Nothing, dear. It's just the same old argument. He's just frustrated," she said, her voice trembling.

"No, Mom. It's more than that. He's hurting you, and I can't stand it!" I replied, my voice rising with emotion.

"I know, sweetie. But we have to endure. We have to stay strong," she said, her eyes reflecting a deep sadness.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within me. "I just want us to be free from him, Mom. We can't keep living like this."

Her gaze softened as she held my face in her hands. "I know it's hard, but we will find a way. We just have to be patient."

Her words lingered in the air, a bittersweet promise that felt both comforting and empty. I wanted to believe her, but the reality of our situation weighed heavily on my heart.

As I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't shake the feeling of despair. I wanted to break free from this cycle of pain, to find a way to protect my mother and myself from the monster that lived in our home.

I promised myself that I would find a way to create a better life for us-one filled with love, laughter, and freedom. My dreams of attending Kisco High School were not just about education; they symbolized hope for a brighter future. I would not let my father's darkness overshadow the light that was still flickering within us.

I vowed that somehow, someway, I would fight for our freedom. I wouldn't let fear control my life anymore. I would be strong for my mother and for myself, no matter what it took.

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