Rejected Heiress And The Ruthless CEO

Krista froze on the sofa. She looked up at Jasper, who was already turning toward the door.

"Change clothes? Where are we going?" she asked, her fingers instinctively gripping the silk fabric of her dress.

Jasper stopped and looked back at her. His expression was completely matter-of-fact. "City Hall. We signed the contract. Now we execute the legal procedure."

Krista's heart slammed against her ribs. Panic flooded her veins. "Now? But it's almost seven in the evening!"

"If I want it to be, the City Clerk's office is open twenty-four hours a day," Jasper said, his voice flat, yet dripping with the terrifying power he wielded over the city.

Krista stood up, stumbling backward a step. "This is insane... Jasper, have you really thought this through?"

She bit her lip, the deep, toxic insecurity clawing its way back up her throat. "I am just a discarded fake. I bring nothing to the table. I can't help you with anything..."

Jasper's eyebrows snapped together. He closed the distance between them in two massive strides. He reached out and clamped both of his large, heavy hands down onto her bare shoulders.

The grip was so strong it forced Krista to stop moving and look up directly into his pitch-black eyes.

"Krista Cain. Look at me," Jasper commanded, his voice vibrating with a dark, inescapable gravity.

"Do you honestly think my background check consisted of watching one security video?" He stared right through her.

"Top graduate of the Ivy League business school. Three consecutive years running the Cain charity fund with excellent performance records that kept the board utterly silent. Publicly known for your flawless linguistic skills in four different languages, handling international donors with ease."

Jasper listed her achievements, hitting every word like a hammer driving a nail into her heart.

"The Cain family is blind. They treated you like a cheap tool for marriage. But that does not mean you are worthless."

His grip on her shoulders loosened slightly. A microscopic crack appeared in his cold facade, letting a sliver of raw, intense heat bleed through.

"In my eyes, Krista, you are worth more than the entire Cain family combined."

Krista's throat locked up. Her eyes burned instantly, and hot tears pooled in her vision, blurring his sharp face.

For twenty years, her adoptive parents had only taught her how to smile at galas. Dannie had only viewed her as a trophy to boost his ego.

This was the very first time in her entire life that someone had looked at her and validated her actual, individual worth.

The massive wall of ice around her heart cracked and shattered under the burning heat of Jasper's words.

She sniffled, blinking the tears away. The fear in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce determination.

She had hit rock bottom. It was time to fight back.

"Okay," Krista said. Her voice was thick with emotion, but it didn't shake. "I'll go change."

Jasper watched the fire return to her eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted into a genuine, satisfied smile.

He let go of her shoulders and took a step back, giving her space. "You have ten minutes."

Krista turned and practically ran into the walk-in closet. Her heart was pounding like a war drum, but this time, it wasn't out of fear. It was anticipation.

Ten minutes later, she walked out. She wore a pristine, tailored white Chanel suit. It wasn't a wedding dress, but the white fabric felt like a shield. She held her ID tightly in her hand.

Jasper was waiting by the door, draped in a long black trench coat. He looked like a king ready for war.

He saw her approach and smoothly bent his right arm, offering it to her.

Krista hesitated for exactly one second. Then, she reached out and slipped her hand through his arm. Together, they walked out the door.