Jasmine
I rubbed the palm of my hand, tracing the tense muscles of my forearms over and over. It was a nervous habit I hadn’t been able to shake since I was a child—a desperate attempt to soothe the tremors raking through my whole frame.
On the outside, I had smiled perfectly for the cameras during the announcements, but my heart was racing in my chest. The walls were closing in, and I needed air. I needed a second to breathe, which was exactly why I had slipped away into the quiet, dimly lit VIP lounge near the back terrace.
Then the door slammed.
Jason stepped into the room, his chest heaving, his face twisted in pure, undiluted rage. He was shouting at me, his voice raspy and every word he uttered laced with venom, demanding to know how I had kept a trillion-dollar empire a secret f
