Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 6

Yasmin was dead at heart, and her eyes were dull. “I’m not throwing a tantrum, Blake. I’m being serious. I’ve been stuck in a loveless marriage for two years, and I’ve had enough.”

Over more than 700 days, she’d gone from hopeful to despondent. She was tired of living like this.

“Have you forgotten that your father was the one who sent you to my bed?” Blake’s eyes darkened. “He went to such lengths to force me to marry you, yet you’re now demanding a divorce. Do you even hear yourself?

“Go ahead and throw whatever tantrum you want, but don’t take things too far. Men hate it when women are too fussy, you know.”

Indeed, Yasmin’s father, Stuart Starr, had sent her to Blake’s bed. At the time, something had gone wrong with Stuart’s company. He foresaw himself ending up behind bars and had been afraid of his enemies going after Yasmin.

So, he’d orchestrated for Yasmin to end up in bed with Blake. Then, he’d informed the paparazzi and the Ford family about this, forcing Blake to marry Yasmin.

Stuart had some of Windmere Group’s trade secrets. He’d threatened to release them if Blake didn’t protect Yasmin. And that was how Stuart had tricked Blake into marrying Yasmin.

Blake had harbored a grudge against him and Yasmin for it. On their wedding night, he’d warned Yasmin, “Your father gave you to me, so you have to atone for his sins. Obey every word I say. Don’t ever go against me.”

That year, Yasmin was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. She’d been terrified, and she’d nodded with red eyes. “I understand, Mr. B.”

“Don’t call me that!” Blake snarled.

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Yasmin’s eyes were filled with sorrow as she recalled their past. She didn’t hate Stuart. She knew he’d forced Blake to marry her because he wanted to protect her.

It had been two years since then. Stuart was still in prison but would be released in a few years once he’d served his full sentence.

“I know you’re still harboring a grudge against me and my father for forcing you into this marriage. Now, I’m setting you free,” she said. She despised him for cheating on her but was still grateful that he’d kept her safe for two years.

Blake looked at her icily. Then, he sneered. “That stupid studio of yours isn’t making a single cent. Can you really feed yourself if we get divorced?”

Yasmin and Eunice had set up their own studio. It was still early days and had yet to bring in profits.

“No entrepreneur makes money when they first started. It takes time. I know I’m not earning anything yet, but I’ll work hard. I’ve graduated and grown up, Blake. I don’t need your protection anymore,” Yasmin said.

Blake knitted his brows tightly. “So that’s what it is. You want a divorce because you don’t need me for anything anymore. Do you really think reality’s that sweet, Yasmin? Your family forced me to marry you when they needed me. Now that you don’t need me anymore, you’re demanding a divorce.”

“I’ll admit that my father made a mistake, but haven’t I been atoning for his sins for the past two years? I’ve obeyed you at every turn. I’ve never gone against you. Besides, don’t you want to be free? Your mistress is already pregnant. Don’t you want to give her and your child what they deserve?”

“My matters have nothing to do with you,” Blake said coldly.

Yasmin fell silent. Indeed, he’d never allowed her to ask about his matters. She turned to leave the room.

An ugly look crept onto Blake’s face as he dragged her back and pinned her to the bed. He circled her with his arms and looked down at her sharply.

Yasmin was caught off guard. “What are you doing?”

“You’re always talking about how much you love me, right? Look at how you have to announce it every day.” There was a hint of anger in his face. “Are you really willing to watch me ride into the sunset with another woman? Doesn’t it upset you?”

Yasmin lowered her eyes. She said softly, “Not anymore.”

It did upset her, but she didn’t want to love him anymore.