Married To An Impotent Billionaire

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Chapter 6

Jasmine thought for a while, unsure if this was right, but she couldn't just reject it - this would make her famous. "It's a deal, I'll be your spy," she said, her voice dismissive.

Kayla's face lit up with a smile. "Good, you made the right decision," she said, her tone satisfied.

As soon as Kayla got her answer, she stood up. "I'll give you a call. Make sure to give me a report if you notice anything," she said, tapping Jasmine on the back.

Jasmine's curiosity was piqued. "Yes, I will, mum, but can you tell me what role I'm taking in the movie?" she asked.

Kayla smiled. "What did you expect, baby girl? You're my daughter-in-law, of course you're going to be the female lead, working with the popular actor Khalid Justine," she announced, and Jasmine's face flushed in bewilderment.

"Oh my goodness, this is big!" she shouted, holding her eyes in disbelief. Kayla smirked before she walked out, her shoes' heels echoing as she exited the room.

Jasmine was over the moon with excitement, jumping around the house with unbridled enthusiasm. "I'm going to be a star, thanks to you, Kayla!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.

She rushed to the bar, grabbing a bottle of beer to celebrate. "This is great news, I should celebrate!" she exclaimed, pouring herself a cup. Within a few minutes, she had downed the first bottle, and reached for another, and then another, until she had polished off three bottles..

She became drunk and stumbled over to the music player, the sound of the speaker echoing through the house. "I'm popular, I'm now a star, this is Jasmine, the female lead of the movie Love Isn't All That Matters, how does that sound?" she asked aloud, as if seeking validation from an invisible audience.

She took the remote and began to imagine herself in a future interview, like a true movie star. "Jasmine, assume you're on a show, and you're being interviewed like every other star, how would you behave?" she asked herself, taking a long, deep breath.

"I will clear my throat, and begin like this," she started, trying to sound confident and inspiring. "Be yourself, and don't give up. It's not easy, the road to success is so rough, accept what comes with it and be yourself." But then she stopped, dissatisfied with her response. "Nope, that's not intriguing, I should do better," she said to herself, ready to start all over again and perfect her hypothetical interview.

“Here we go again” She said and gulped down her lumps.

“Thanks to the host of the movie for giving me such an opportunity to show my talent to the world, I appreciate everyone. And I promise I will always be your loyal person, and will continue to give you happiness. Thanks so much to everyone who loves and out there, kisses to you all” she demonstrates giving them kisses and starts laughing after she is done with that.

Her phone rang, breaking the music-filled haze, and she picked up the call without checking the ID. "Who's this?" she asked, her voice slightly slurred.

"Hey, Jasmine, this is your mother. You haven't been picking my calls, are you alright?" her mother asked, worry lacing her tone.

"Yes, mother, I'm fine, I'm the most excited person right now. I'm feeling really overwhelmed, this is so great, I feel like I'm flying in the sky," Jasmine said, still in her drunken state, her words tumbling out in a happy, carefree jumble.

"Jasmine, are you alright?" her mother asked, her voice tinged with concern, knowing her daughter's behavior all too well.

""I'm fine, mother, your baby girl is just so fine," Jasmine replied, her words slurring together.

"Did you drink yourself to stupor, Jasmine?" her mother asked, a hint of exasperation creeping into her voice from the other end of the line.

"Stupor, no mother, I am just fine. I only took three bottles of beer, expensive beer. It tastes more good and chilling," she said, her speech slurred and sloppy.

Her mother couldn't listen to this anymore. "Jasmine, are you sick? How can you get yourself drunk in your husband's house?" she asked, concerns etched on her face.

"Why are you shouting at your baby girl, momma? You should celebrate with me instead. Moreover, my husband isn't complaining, please don't shout at me," Jasmine said, pretending to be on the verge of tears.

"Jasmine, you got married just a few days ago, and you're already doing this?" her mother asked, disbelief and worry in her voice.

"It's not a big deal, Evelyn. Knoxville isn't going to get angry at all," Jasmine said, her tone dismissive and careless

As Evelyn was about to scold her again, she heard the horn of the car. "I'll call you back, Evelyn, Knoxville is back. I need to do something," she said, and hung up the call before her mother could say any more words.

"Jasmine took a deep breath, this is the deal. Make him fall for you, appear more alluring," she said to herself, and smiled, already planning her next move.

And soon, Knoxville came inside, the pungent odor of alcohol welcoming him like a punch to the gut. He couldn't help but open his mouth in shock, his expression quickly changing to one of anger and disbelief.

"What the...Jasmine, what have you done?" he asked, his voice stern and disapproving, his eyes scanning the room and taking in the empty beer bottles and the mess she had made..

"How dare you touch my expensive beer? Did your family have money to buy this type of beer?" Knoxville shouted, his voice echoing through the walls.

Jasmine stood her ground, her eyes blazing with anger. "Hey Knoxville, how dare you insult my family?" She took a step closer, her hand grasping his suit, as she was about to continue her tirade. But before she could say another word, her body betrayed her, and she vomited all over his expensive suit.

The sound of her retching and the sight of the vomit splattering on his chest was like a slap in the face, and Knoxville's expression turned from anger to disgust in an instant.