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Chapter 6
Jasper's POV
I couldn't hold my emotions any longer. The moment I got home, everything inside me broke apart. The silence of my mansion felt heavier than ever — empty, cold, and suffocating. My chest ached like someone had stabbed me and left the knife in. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, thinking maybe it would numb the pain. But one glass turned into two… then three… and before I knew it, the whole bottle was gone.
James kept standing by the door, his face filled with concern.
"Sir, please… that's enough," he said quietly.
But his voice sounded far away — like an echo lost in a storm. I wasn't listening. My heart had shut down completely. The only thing I could hear was Cathy's voice replaying in my head: 'Let's keep our work professional… no feelings attached.'
Each word cut through me like a blade. I slammed my glass on the table, shattering it into pieces.
"Damn it!" I yelled, my voice cracking. I pressed my palm against my face, feeling my tears burn down my cheeks.
I had everything — wealth, power, respect — but right now, I felt like a beggar pleading for love. A love I could never have.
"James!" I barked, my voice hoarse and slurred.
He quickly turned to me, startled.
"Sir?"
"Call Cathy," I said, my tone sharp but broken.
"Sir, it's 10:00 p.m.," he said softly, as if trying to remind me of reason.
I glared at him, my vision blurry but my frustration boiling.
"Then go and pick her up!" I shouted, banging my hand against the table. "Get out! Don't just stand there—bring her here!"
He hesitated for a second, clearly worried about what might happen next. But I was too far gone — too drunk, too hurt, too desperate to care. He gave a small nod and left the room in silence.
The moment the door closed, I sank back into the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room felt like it was spinning, my thoughts tangled between guilt and longing.
"Cathy…" I whispered, her name trembling on my lips. "Why does loving you hurt this much?"
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, my fingers buried in my hair. My heart was heavy — not just from love, but from the cruel reality that no matter how much I wanted her, the world around me wouldn't allow it.
And yet… even knowing that, I still wanted to see her.
Cathy's POV
I was deep in sleep when my phone began to ring endlessly beside me. My head felt heavy, my eyes half-closed. I grabbed the phone and answered in a dull, irritated tone.
"Hello… who's this?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"It's me, James," a voice said urgently from the other end. "Please, Miss Cathy — Mr Jasper is in trouble. You need to come right now!"
The sleep vanished from my eyes instantly. "What—what do you mean he's in trouble?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"There's no time to explain, just come out. I'll be waiting in front of your house," he said, and before I could ask another question, the call ended.
My heart began to pound rapidly in my chest. Fear rushed through me like cold water. Trouble? Jasper? I didn't even think twice — I grabbed my bag, not caring that I was still wearing my pajamas. My hands trembled as I locked the door behind me and rushed down the stairs.
Outside, I saw James standing beside the car, worry clearly written on his face.
"Hi, let's go quickly!" I said breathlessly, jumping into the car before he could even open the door for me.
"Okay," he said, immediately getting behind the wheel. He started the engine, and we sped into the dark night.
The roads were almost empty. The streetlights passed in a blur as my mind raced faster than the car. A thousand thoughts crashed inside me — Was he sick? Did he have an accident? Did something happen to him because of me? My palms were sweaty, and I kept biting my lip, whispering silent prayers that he would be okay.
After what felt like forever, we finally arrived at his mansion — a place so grand that it looked almost unreal. The gates opened automatically, and the car drove through a long driveway surrounded by glowing lights and flowers that looked like something out of a dream.
When James parked the car, I didn't wait for him. I jumped out, my heart pounding harder with every step.
"Come in," James said softly, holding the door open for me.
The moment I stepped inside, I froze. The interior of the mansion left me speechless — marble floors shining like mirrors, golden chandeliers, elegant paintings, and a staircase that spiraled upward like something from a fairytale. For a second, I almost forgot why I was there. It was nothing like my small apartment in the quiet ghetto. This place felt like another world — beautiful, yes, but also cold and lonely.
Then I saw him.
Jasper.
He was sitting on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, his eyes red and swollen. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, his hair disheveled. He looked completely broken — the confident man I once admired now looked like a lost child drowning in sorrow.
"Mr Jasper!" I gasped, rushing toward him as he stumbled to his feet. He swayed dangerously, his hand clutching the edge of the table for balance.
"C-Cathy…" he said in a weak, slurred voice, his gaze unfocused. He took one shaky step toward me, then another — and before I could reach him, his body went limp.
"Mr Jasper!" I screamed, catching him just before he hit the floor. My heart was racing as I tried to hold him up, tears already burning my eyes.
"James! Please help me!" I cried, my voice trembling as Jasper's head rested on my shoulder. His skin was hot, his breathing unsteady.
In that moment, I didn't care that I was just his secretary. I didn't care what anyone would say. Seeing him like this — broken, vulnerable, lost — tore something inside me apart.
All I could think of was the man who had confessed his love but had to hide it behind pain and duty. And now here he was — collapsed in my arms, whispering my name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Seeing him like this shattered me into a thousand pieces. His eyes — red, tired, and full of pain — told stories that words could never explain. This was the man who tried so hard to look strong, yet here he was, broken, fragile, and lost. My chest tightened. He was my heartbeat… but how could I ever tell him that?
"Cathy…" he whispered again, his voice barely holding together.
"Yes?" I said softly, my heart pounding so fast I could feel it echoing in my ears.
He took a deep breath, swaying slightly as he tried to focus on me. "Cathy, I'm in love with you. I can't get you out of my head. I really, really like you. Please… don't leave me," he said, his words drenched in desperation — and alcohol.
His confession hit me like lightning. I froze. My heart screamed yes, but my mind warned me no. I wanted to believe it wasn't the alcohol speaking, that it was truly him — the man behind the walls, finally letting his heart speak.
"Okay…" I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "I love you too."
His expression softened, like a wounded soul finally finding peace. With James's help, I wrapped Jasper's arm around my shoulders, trying to drag him carefully toward his room. He was heavier than I expected, his steps unsteady, his body warm against mine.
We finally made it to his room — spacious, neat, and filled with the faint scent of his cologne. I gently laid him down on his bed, sighing in relief. I turned to leave, but suddenly, his hand gripped mine tightly.
"Please… don't go," he whispered, his voice cracking.
I froze again. The way he looked at me — so vulnerable, so human — made it impossible to resist. I sat back down, watching him breathe heavily, his eyes half-closed but still on me.
I told myself I would just stay for a few minutes… just until he fell asleep. But before I could move, he tugged my arm, pulling me closer until I could feel his heartbeat racing against mine.
Then, before I could react — he kissed me.
His lips pressed against mine, soft but desperate, tasting of whiskey and pain. Shock rushed through me, and I quickly pushed him away.
"Are you sick?" I shouted, my voice trembling with confusion and anger.
But before I could say anything else, I realized he was no longer conscious. He had fallen asleep, his breathing slow and deep.
"Like seriously…" I muttered under my breath, running a shaky hand through my hair. There was no way I could go home now — it was already too late, and my heart was still pounding from everything that happened.
So, with a sigh, I took a pillow from the side of the bed and laid beside him, staring at the ceiling until sleep finally dragged me away.
The next morning, the shrill sound of my phone ringing yanked me from sleep.
"Ding ding!"
I groaned softly and reached for it, only to see my mother's name flashing on the screen. My stomach sank instantly. I stepped out of Jasper's room before answering.
"Hello, Mama," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Cathy! Your twins have been asking about you," she yelled. "We're at your apartment right now, and your neighbor said you're not around. Wherever you are, come back this minute!"
My heart jumped. "Mom, you weren't supposed to bring them over! Do you want those officers to take my children away again?" I tried to explain, panic filling my voice.
"That's your business!" she snapped. "Just come back now." And then she hung up.
I stood there for a moment, speechless. Then I quickly gathered my things, sneaking out of Jasper's mansion before anyone could see me. My heart was heavy — not just from what had happened last night, but from the new storm waiting for me at home.
When I finally reached my apartment, I found my mother sitting with my twins, both of them playing noisily on the floor.
"Hey, Mom," I said, forcing a smile. "I was at work when you called. I had a night shift today."
She folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "I don't care. I'm tired of taking care of these kids. They're too dramatic and stubborn — I can't handle them anymore!"
"Mom, calm down," I said softly, kneeling beside the kids. "Please, don't say that in front of them."
My mother sighed, shaking her head, but I could feel the frustration in her tone. I hugged my twins tightly, trying to hide the tears forming in my eyes. Everything was falling apart — my job, my heart, my family — and I didn't even know where to start fixing it.
Watch out for chapter 7
To be continued...🥹
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