BOUND BY BETRAYAL: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Uncle

Chapter One "Ladies and gentlemen, as we approach our destination, please make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened, and all carry-on onboard are..." Yasmine Lorde sat perfectly still in her seat as the captain's announcement came on over the speakers. She had remained in that position since she boarded the plane a little over seven hours ago from Vicenza, Italy. Her eyes were glued to the window near her seat. She had been staring at the beautiful clouds which floated past the plane throughout the journey. In her previous travels, she always enjoyed her plane rides in the window seats because it enabled her to see the beauty of the sky, and bask in the serenity of the moment. It was like God playing with paintbrushes. But not today. She was staring at the clouds, but she was not seeing them. Her mind kept bringing up the images of the i********: post her mother, Valerie Lorde, had posted the day before. It was a picture of Valerie, receiving a nomination from the Queen of Crestmont, as most gifted creative of the year. Her jewelry design had been accepted to be displayed at a high-end jewelry award event in Italy. There was no doubt the piece was going to recieve an award. Other pieces had been put in by Lorde Exquisites over the years, and they all won fantastic awards in Valerie's name. This made her one of the country's most talented jewelry maker. Yasmine's hand tightened around the clasp of her bag, and her face twisted with pain as she thought about this. All the designs in Valerie's name had been made by her. She'd created them and brought them to life, but they would never be hers. Even now, she was returning from Vicenza after overseeing the preparations for the jewelry award ceremony coming up later that month. She was always the one doing the work. She created the pieces, ensured they were a success and never recieved credit for it. She closed her eyes, and tried to ease the tightening in her chest. "Relax, Yasmine." She muttered, resting her head on the headrest of her seat, "You've been doing fine all along. This is nothing." For three years, she had been designing jewelries for Lorde Exquisites. This was a company she had started herself soon after she graduated from design school, but it was all in her mother's name. Just like Valerie wanted. And Yasmine will do anything to please her mother. This includes making her the CEO, as well as giving her all the credit for her designs. Placing Valerie in the limelight, while staying in the shadows. It had been that way all her life and Yasmine was used to it. So what was the big deal now, getting all saddened because her mother was nominated by Vicenzaora? It was not the first time. She decided not to bother about it, and be happy for her mother instead. If Valerie was happy, she would be nicer to her and probably forgot how Yasmine ruined her life. Soon, the plane touched ground and the passengers disembarked. Yasmine walked briskly out of the airport, rolling her luggage behind her on wheels. Her eyes scanned the crowd at the airport, searching for her fiance, Asher King, whom she'd begged to come pick her up that day. The thought of seeing his face made her momentarily forget her sadness, and lifted her spirits instead, making her quicken her pace. At the parking lot, she tried locating his car, but quickly realized he wasn't there. "That's strange," she muttered to herself, looking around for his car in the parking lot but she could not see Asher. She sighed, as her shoulders slumped in disappointment. He had promised to come, at least for once. This was the first time she'd been apart from him for a week and he'd promised to come. She brought out her cell phone and called his line, even more puzzled when it went straight to voice-mail. "He must be really busy." She muttered to herself as the call ended. She tried to send him a text, and that's when she saw the numerous messages she'd sent off to Asher before boarding the plane. They were all unread with no answer. It's been seven hours, and Asher still hadn't replied her messages. Come to think of it, she'd not heard from him the whole week. She had been really busy in Vicenza, only sending texts before going to bed, and he hadn't called back either. "Okay, this is bad. Something's definitely wrong." She thought worriedly as she flagged a cab. When the cab stopped in front of her, Yasmine got in and made sure she was comfortably seated. "Crown Estates, please." She said calmly, and the cab driver nodded and started the car. That was Asher's residence. He probably forgot today was her return date and she'd use this opportunity to surprise him. Smiling happily, she reached into her bag and pulled out her compact. Brushing tendrils of platinum blonde hair from her eyes, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was devoid of makeup at the moment, and her hair was pulled back from her oval face in a ponytail. Her ivory skin was paler than normal, and her large blue eyes looked tired with small bags under them. She sighed as she pressed them slightly with her fingers. This was as a result of long hours of working and little sleep. She smiled at herself, her gaze lingering on her mouth which she always thought was a bit too wide. "Why couldn't I have gotten a smaller mouth and a prettier face?" She mused as her thoughts drifted to her mom She looked nothing like her mom, who had luscious chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, a perfect nose and a small mouth all set in a perfect heartshaped face. Valerie was the absolute diva, with the perfect body and savvy, confident in her sexuality and feminine power. Men flocked after her and Yasmine could not count how many men her mom had had in her life, since she was a child. They were so numerous. While she on the other hand had never had any boyfriend, except for Asher. She was not as confident or adventurous as Valerie. She was as inexperienced as a nun, and she did not have spicy tales of romance up her sleeves. Well, except for that one night. Nope. Yasmine closed the compact and placed it back in her bag, shaking her head vigorously. She would not think such troubling thoughts now. At least she had Asher. She wondered how busy he was to make him not reach out to her the whole week, or respond to her texts. As the second grandson of King Empire, she knew he must be swamped with work. But still, she had hoped he'd make an exception this time around. Soon, the cab stopped outside of Crown Estate's massive gates. "Thank you." She said, giving the cab driver his fare. The man collected it gladly, and honked his horn joyfully at her before driving off. Yasmine walked down the driveway to Asher's front door, and punched in the password. "Babe." She called as she walked in, taking off her shoes at the door ,"Are you home? I'm so sorry I did not call. I've just been really busy." The silence that greeted her was heavy and she concluded he was not home yet. Great. She'd just sit and wait for him to get home then. Exhausted, she was about to plop down on a sofa when her ears caught a sound. Yasmine frowned slightly, as she turned toward the direction the sound was coming from. It was coming from the top floor where Asher's bedroom was. "Asher?" She called tentatively as she made her way up the stairs and to their bedroom door. "Oh God, baby, you feel so f*****g good!" A guttural groan came floating through the door, and Yasmine froze with her hand on the doorknob, her blood running cold. What the hell was that? It had sounded like Asher's voice and... Yasmine clasped her hand over her mouth, as a woman's sultry moans filled the air. The sound of the bed rocking and slapping sounds filled the air soon after, and Yasmine listened on in horror. Tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. She was shaking terribly, her feet unable to move away from the door, and the horror happening inside it. "You like that?" Asher grunted, as the sound of skin smacking against the other filled the air, "You want more?" "Oh yes, Asher, f**k me! God, I love the feel of your c**k in me!" Yasmine turned red from horror. She was about to close her ears and turn away from the door when she stopped, her heart beating loudly in her chest. The woman's voice had sounded eerily familiar. No, this can't be happening. It just can't. But what if... In one swift move, she reached forward and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open with force. The sound of the door opening alerted the couple on the bed, who scrambled away from each other and stared at Yasmine in pure shock. "Y..Yasmine..." Yasmine had stopped dead by the door, her mind going completely blank from the atrocity she just saw. Her fiance was in bed with her mother!