Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 277: The Wrong Groom

Jasmine’s feet remained planted to the floor. It was only her and Gianna Kent in the living room of their modestly sized family home.

The Kents were well to do and could mix in with high society, but their ranks were lower than the average aristocratic family, and now that bankruptcy was crawling up to them, their lives might never be the same again.

Jasmine didn’t care about luxury, she had seen what it did to her mother, she had seen how it turned her mother into a money hungry woman slowly losing her heart.

Golds, diamonds, fame, money and status were all that mattered to her, they became the most important thing she lived and breathed for.

The hurt in Jasmine’s eyes would break anyone’s heart, tears filled her eyes and she looked so broken, her own feet could no longer support her and she crashed to the floor.

It hurt, because even though Gianna had just pointed the way out to her, giving her a chance to walk away, Jasmine never once entertained that thought even for a moment. She never let the thought of abandoning her own family sink in.

It hurt because she couldn’t betray them, even her mother whose words stabbed her heart... Jasmine couldn’t betray her.

She let out a pained cry as she fell to her knees.

"If you do this to me... Mom if you do this to me I will never forgive you."

She couldn’t walk away, she would never be able to do it, but she knew she would never be able to see her mother the same way again.

Gianna’s fierce gaze softened slightly, looking at her own daughter so miserably breaking down in front of her, she couldn’t remain entirely indifferent.

For a moment it seemed like she wanted to walk forward and offer some consolation to Jasmine but suddenly changed her mind.

"Then I’d rather live with that than lose my husband, my prestige. You will understand me one day, and one day you will learn to accept your responsibility." Gianna said then walked away.

How could she be expected to accept this?

The man she would be marrying for a merger was almost her own grandfather’s age. What sort of happiness did her mother think she would derive from such a twisted relationship formed from her own family’s betrayal.

No matter what, this was her hell, there was no joy she could find in such a harsh punishment.

Several days later, Jasmine was called by her mother to meet her husband to be who was said to be downstairs waiting to see her but she adamantly refused.

"If you don’t want me fighting you tooth and nail at that wedding Mom, please leave me alone. Don’t force me to meet him."

Gianna had seemed like she wanted to say something, but she kept it to herself and let Jasmine be.

The Reynolds were a wealthy family many wanted to form connections with, all Jasmine knew was that this person supposedly saw her at a public event once and came to purchase her from her family.

The man who had chosen her in the Reynolds family was Edgar Reynolds, the man was said to be a disgusting flirt who never got married because he had been busy dating every woman he could have. Jasmine didn’t know what sort of twisted instant obsession made him propose a merger marriage with her family and her mother was quick to jump on it.

Her father was already suffering a flare up of his illness that had nearly killed him when his business crashed, all the big decisions could only be made by her mother. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

In that moment of struggle, Jasmine had wished she could have her best friend by her side, but how could she drag someone else into her own pain...it was best she kept a far distance from Anne.

The wedding was fixed for several days later, and even until the day arrived, Jasmine never believed this would actually happen to her.

"Mom..." She had looked at her mother tearfully when several women had rushed into her room to get her dressed.

Gianna maintained a cold face.

"Get her ready." She had instructed the three aggressive middle aged women who dragged Jasmine here and there without being gentle putting her in the wedding dress, applied light makeup and even tied her hands together with a pink rope then made a pretty ribbon on it. Jasmine felt like the ribbon was made to mock her.

Gianna had given them that instruction to tie her up because she knew how stubborn her daughter could become. She might have agreed but what if she changed her mind last minute?

Jasmine was taken to church without once being given the chance to make a single decision. She hadn’t chosen her dress, hadn’t chosen the venue, hadn’t done anything a woman would want to do for her own wedding.

She spotted the groom from far away as she was led down the aisle by her uncle who was her mother’s brother, her father was still bedridden and he wouldn’t be able to stand by her side.

Tears fell down Jasmine’s eyes, the church was empty except for the groom, the officiator, her mother and her uncle who was walking her down the aisle.

She refused to look at the firm, tall back of the man standing at the altar with his back turned to her, she refused to even acknowledge him.

Her eyes were on her mother, but the latter only told her firmly that nothing she did would stop the wedding, she would marry the man in front of her.

Resigning to her fate, Jasmine stubbornly stood there with her head down.

She refused to hear the words the marriage officiator was saying, refused to say her vows so the officiator skipped the vow exchange part, but still Jasmine had no choice but to sign her name down on the marriage certificate.

"...you may kiss your bride."

Disgust crawled through her whole body when she heard this. The man she had just married stepped towards her and she wanted to recoil and run away because she couldn’t imagine letting him kiss her.

But instead of kissing her he suddenly took both her hands, and slowly loosened the ties that bound her hands together.

"She is my wife now, I can free her from this bondage can’t I?" The voice she heard wasn’t old or aged, it sounded youthful and smooth, masculine and calm.

Shocked, Jasmine looked up.

This...it wasn’t the older man she was expecting to see. The man she had just gotten married to was a vibrantly handsome youth.