Chapter 8 Get A Divorce!!

Kingsley cursed inwardly before dropping his phone on the space close to him.

She was sick with an aggressive brain tumor. The thought of it didn't put him in a good mood because he would have to take care of her since she was his wife and would be living under his roof.

Instead of being his wife, she would be more like a child placed under his care. That was too much hassle for him!!

"Argh" he growled while massaging his forehead. He was exhausted so he decided to shut his eyes a little bit but Raymond called out to him.

"Boss, Your grandfather's butler called today." He started, picking his words carefully.

Kingsley snapped his eyes open as he remembered that he was to bring Jasmine over to dinner to meet his grandfather the following day.

"Copied," Kingsley said, dismissing Raymond who shut his mouth after that.

Kingsley remained there, lost in thoughts.

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Jasmine turned off her car engine the moment she parked her car in front of the mansion. She got out of the car, she was wearing a body-fitted red dress.

She had changed her clothes in the wedding venue before driving to her parents' house.

"Welcome home, young Miss" The maids who were standing outside greeted and she smiled back at them before correcting them.

"It's Mrs Elm for you" She corrected, but her father's sharp words reprimanded coldly.

"You are not part of the Elms!!" His words jolted Jasmine a little, she was not aware he was close to the door.

She tried to muster up a sweet smile, trying to sulk up to him "Dad..." she came forward but Mr Moore begrudgingly went back into the living room, a cue for Jasmine to follow behind him.

Jasmine clasped her hands together to wipe the sweat on her palms. She was nervous. For some reason, she was having a bad premonition when she saw her mother looking downcast.

"Mom, Dad.." Jasmine called out as she walked towards them. Margaret sighed before nodding at her.

Mr. Moore had a tight face "Jasmine, I thought I taught you better! Why do you want to embarrass me in public??" He rushed out his words, his eyes boring a hole in Jasmine.

Jasmine was at a loss for words as she stared at the man who had never raised his voice at her before—especially since the day she was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor at the age of eighteen. He never scolded her.

"Honey, you're shouting at our daughter" Her mother's soft voice called out to her father but he wouldn't listen as he continued.

"You had to get married to that man! Don't you know what the news talks about him?? He killed his parents five years ago and his bride ran away for fear for her life but now you—"

Jasmine knew she had provoked her father so she calmly explained. "We also know what reporters do! They paint things to their taste!"

Her father burst out "Doesn't change the fact that he is a murderer whose grandfather bailed out of jail sentence!" His eyes deepened as his words rolled out. His fists tightened into a tight ball,the anger made him tremble violently.

Jasmine gritted her teeth in anger "I know the reason why I chose him instead of getting married to that man-whore Called Jack!"

"Jack is better off than that monster!" Her father countered, making Jasmine swallow back her words.

She just stared at her father, annoyance was written all over her face as she stood there. Unable to tell him that Jack had a killing intent towards her.

He wanted to finish her off and then, kill both of them! But she couldn't tell them.

After a brief moment of silence, Jasmine said, her voice much calmer as she tried to make him reason with her "Father, I am twenty-five. And I believe you know I'm an adult who knows what she wants! I am Mrs. Elm and not even you can change that."

Margaret sighed, she couldn't believe her husband would do this with their daughter.

Mr. Moore snorted "Well, I can change that." His statement made Jasmine pause. "You will have to get a divorce, Jasmine. And that is final"

His words left Jasmine growling "I will not!" At least, not yet. She has a lot more things to do to Jack and she would be needing Kingsley's help with that!

Her father slammed the table close by, making Margaret jolted in shock. "You will divorce him, Jasmine!" He scoffed, his eyes blazing in anger.

"I can't do that, Dad. Mom, please explain that to him. For now, I'm going to my new home" Jasmine said, tired of explaining. She turned around to walk away, irking her father.

Mr. Moore signaled to his butler and bodyguards whom Jasmine wasn't aware they had been in the dining area all along.

They all matched towards Jasmine whose eyes widened in surprise. Surprise crossed Margaret's face as she yelled at her husband "What are you doing, Moore?? You are going too far" She hit his arm but he remained rigid.

"Dad, tell them to let go of me!" Jasmine gushed out as she struggled in their grip. It was slowly getting dark already and...the curfew! She didn't want to be late.

"Dad..." Jasmine yelled as she struggled but they held her both arms firmly, waiting for Mr Moore's next instruction.

Margaret snapped at them "Leave her!" She turned to face her husband in panic "You can't possibly be mean to our daughter"

Her words seemed to have hit a brick because nothing seemed to be working. Mr. Moore said coldly "Lock her up in her bedroom! She isn't allowed to come out!" He uttered, making Jasmine scream again.

The burly men dragged Jasmine, her mother hurriedly tried to intervene but Mr. Moore held her back. "Let go of my daughter !" Margaret screamed at the top of her lungs.

Jasmine was dragged upstairs, dismissing her protest and struggles to be freed. She was locked in her bedroom as instructed but she wouldn't stop kicking the door. Her phone was also taken away from her!

She growled as she kicked the couch in her room, frustrated with her situation. She should have left with Kingsley instead of coming here.

No sooner would the time be 10 P.m., the curfew would begin. Kingsley would be very pissed.

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Staring at his phone, Kingsley's face was tight as he kept looking at his phone. He had been waiting for his phone to ring and for Jasmine to be the caller but none were coming.

She never told him she would be sleeping over at her parents' house. It was curfew time already and she was not yet back.

He needed to talk to her about the dinner with his grandfather and also, her illness—one that she didn't mention to him.

He descended the stairs, his left hand was tucked into his pocket while the other scrolled through his contact list.

He stepped into the dim living room that was faintly lit. His shadow was on that wall as he dialed Jasmine's number but it was directed to voicemail.

His brows joined as he dialed the number again and the phone rang for a while before it was connected.

Kingsley placed the phone close to his ear and waited for the other person to speak up.

"Hello."

Hearing Mr. Moore's voice, Kingsley's eyes narrowed in suspicion before asking "Where is my wife?"

Mr. Moore's snapped at Kingsley "She's not your wife and she's never coming to your hell hole called a home!"

His statement made Kingsley's jaw tighten, faint wrinkles formed on his forehead as his frown deepened "Do Not Mess With Me, Moore Trevor. Where Is My Wife??!" He growled in anger.