The Perfect Trap
“Are you sure this will work?” Drey asked, his voice a mix of hesitation and urgency as he paced around Jenny’s luxurious living room.
Jenny rolled her eyes, leaning back on the cream-colored couch. She twirled a strand of her perfectly highlighted hair between her fingers, her expression calm but calculating.
“Of course, it will,” she said with an air of confidence. “Jasmine’s too naive to suspect a thing. She trusts you, Drey. That’s her weakness.”
Drey stopped pacing and turned to face her. “And if it doesn’t work? If something goes wrong, I’m the one who’ll be blamed. She’s my fiancée.”
Jenny laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “Oh, please. You’re only her fiancée because I let you be. Don’t forget, Drey, you need me more than I need you. Once Jasmine is out of the way, the company will be mine—and you’ll get everything you’ve been hoping for. Power, influence, money. Isn’t that why you’re doing this?”
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, but—”
“No buts,” Jenny interrupted, sitting up straight. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life as the nobody who married into wealth, or do you want to be a man who actually owns something?”
Drey swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. He hated the way Jenny spoke to him sometimes, but she wasn’t wrong.
He wanted more than what Jasmine could give him—a company he couldn’t control, in-laws who would never fully accept him. Jenny offered a way out, even if it came with strings attached.
“So, what’s the plan?” he asked finally.
Jenny’s lips curved into a smirk. “Simple. I’ve already tampered with her car. The brakes won’t work when she’s on her way to the office tomorrow. She’s bound to take the back road—it’s the fastest route. It’s secluded, no cameras, no witnesses. By the time anyone finds her, it’ll look like an unfortunate accident.”
Drey shifted uncomfortably. “And if she survives?”
“She won’t,” Jenny said sharply, her eyes narrowing. “But if she does, we’ll deal with it. Just stick to the script, Drey.”
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The next morning, Jasmine grabbed her coffee and keys, heading out the door with her usual efficiency.
Her schedule was packed—meetings, a site visit, and dinner with Drey later. She’d hardly slept the night before, her mind replaying snippets of the strange conversation she’d overheard between him and Jenny.
“Get it together,” she muttered to herself as she slid into the driver’s seat of her sleek black car.
The drive started uneventfully, the early morning sun casting a golden glow on the empty road.
Jasmine hummed along to the music playing softly on the radio, trying to shake the lingering sense of unease.
But then, something felt…wrong.
The brakes were sluggish, unresponsive. She frowned, pressing down harder, but the car didn’t slow.
“What the—?” Panic bubbled in her chest as she gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The road ahead curved sharply, and Jasmine’s heart pounded as she realized she couldn’t control the car. It veered off the road, crashing through the guardrail and tumbling into a ditch.
The impact was violent, throwing her forward as the airbags deployed. Pain shot through her body, and for a moment, everything was a blur—metal crunching, glass shattering, the world spinning.
When the car finally came to a stop, Jasmine was slumped against the seat, her breathing shallow.
Blood trickled down her forehead, and that gave her a startle before she lost consciousness.
