Jasmine's luck had truly run out. Only a few hours after Dmitri left, Alexander executed his demonic plan. Evading Ziaisco and the guards, Alexander's professional killers surrounded Jasmine from all sides. She tried to resist, but the shock of Dmitri's departure had left her mentally fragile.
Eventually, Alexander managed to bring her to his secret fortress.
Alexander's Fortress: Jasmine
The scene opens in a dark yet regal room. In the center, on an expensive sofa, Jasmine lies sprawled. Her beautiful gold gown from the fashion show was now torn in several places. Her silky hair, once perfect, was now disheveled across her face and shoulders from the struggle.
Her eyes burned red—not from tears, but from anger and humiliation. A small streak of blood stained the corner of her lips. Alexander had shown her no mercy during her capture.
Alexander (entering the room with a glass of liquor):
"Look at you, Jassy. This ruined state… it actually suits you. Dmitri wanted to dress you like a princess, but I wanted you as a captive."
He approached her, twisting a lock of her stray hair around his finger. Jasmine recoiled in disgust.
Jasmine (voice firm):
"You can't win by holding me like this, Alexander. When Dmitri returns…"
Alexander (laughing loudly):
"Dmitri? When Dmitri comes back in three months, he'll see that legally, you belong to me. I told you before—you were never Dmitri's wife. Nothing stops me from making you mine."
He grabbed her chin, pulling her face close to his. Jasmine struggled with all her might, but against Alexander's monstrous strength, she was helpless.
Jasmine thought to herself—Dmitri is gone, Ziaisco may be looking for her, but now she had to awaken her Red Phantom self to survive this devil.
Her voice was broken, but cold with icy hatred. Even in her torn gown and messy hair, her eyes burned like fire. Looking Alexander straight in the eye, she said calmly yet sharply:
Jasmine:
"You may have won with brute force today, Alexander. You've violated my body, my pride… but remember this—you have never touched my soul."
Instead of being shaken, Alexander laughed even more cruelly. He pressed her chin harder, bringing his face closer.
Alexander:
"The body is what I wanted, Jassy. What would I do with a soul? Dmitri may have been your love, but I wanted to crush your pride. And now, seeing you like this… my victory is complete."
Jasmine wiped the blood from her lips and smiled mysteriously. There was an elegance in that smile that made Alexander pause for a moment.
Jasmine:
"You are right, Alexander. You have won. But this victory will be your curse. You may have defiled my body, but I will turn your entire empire to ashes. When Dmitri returns in three months, he may forgive you—but the Red Phantom never will."
Alexander, hearing this calm warning, scowled slightly. He shoved her onto the sofa before leaving the room, saying:
Alexander:
"Three months is a long time, Jassy. Tomorrow morning, your new life begins in my palace. And I will personally bury your Red Phantom inside you."
He left and locked the door behind him. Jasmine was alone in the dark. A single tear slid down her cheek—but she wiped it away. Dmitri was gone; now she had to find her own way out of this hell.
A Call to Alia
Alone in the darkness, Jasmine's last hope was Alia. She secretly pulled out her hidden device and, trembling, called her. The moment Alia answered, Jasmine broke down, telling her everything—Alexander's brutal violation, his cruelty, the capture.
Alia seethed with rage. The sound of her heavy breathing could be heard even through the phone, as if she might tear someone apart.
Alia (shouting):
"How dare that devil! He touched the Alia bloodline! Where is Dmitri? How could this happen while he's away?"
Jasmine (sobbing):
"Dmitri left for three months. Hours after he left, Alexander captured me. He has taken everything from me, Alia. What am I supposed to do now?"
Alia fell silent for a moment, her rage giving way to helplessness. She knew how powerful Alexander was as the head of his line, and reaching Jasmine at this moment seemed nearly impossible.
Alia (sighing deeply):
"Jasmine… I know the storm raging over you. My blood boils for revenge. But… right now, there's nothing I can do. Moscow is in Alexander's hands. If I move now, he will kill you."
Jasmine (in disbelief):
"You mean I have to rot in this hell for three months?"
Alia:
"I'm not saying that. But you must survive these three months. When Dmitri returns, then the real solution will come. Remember, Jasmine—daughters of the Alia bloodline don't just cry. They strike back. You are in Alexander's palace—make it your laboratory. Extract every secret from him. Destroy him from within before Dmitri comes back."
Alia added:
"Jassy, turn these wounds into your strength. I will do what I can from here, but you will fight this battle there yourself."
Alia hung up. Jasmine understood she would have to navigate this dark tunnel alone. Alia was helpless for now—but her words reignited the Red Phantom within Jasmine.
Preparing for the Forced Wedding
In one of Alexander's massive chambers, Jasmine was made ready. Guards were everywhere, and Alexander had hired the city's best servants and makeup artists to dress her.
Jasmine sat frozen, her mind numb. The servants dressed her in an enormous white lace gown that flowed across the floor. She was adorned with diamonds, but her face was pale.
When a servant tugged at her messy hair to braid it, Jasmine shuddered. She thought of Dmitri—who wanted to protect her—and Alexander, who chained her.
Servant:
"Madam, please remain still. Master Alexander wants you to appear as the most beautiful bride in the world. Smile a little."
Jasmine (coldly):
"When a hunter dresses his prey, it's not for beauty—it's to flaunt his victory. Tell your master this gown isn't for a wedding… it's the shroud for his grave."
Alexander's Arrival
At that moment, Alexander entered, wearing a black tuxedo. He looked delighted. Gazing at Jasmine's reflection in the mirror, he rested his hand on her shoulder.
Alexander:
"Exquisite! I knew you'd look like a goddess in this dress. Dmitri could never have given you this honor. Tonight, legally, you belong to me. No one would believe how devastated you were just hours ago."
Jasmine looked at her reflection—and at the devil behind her. A single tear fell onto her jewelry. She knew what Alia had said—there was nothing she could do now. She had to comply with this forced marriage.
Alexander:
"Come, Jasmine. The priest awaits. Tonight, the world will know who the true queen of the Volga Empire is."
He forcibly took her hand. Jasmine gathered the trailing fabric of her enormous gown and rose, memories of Dmitri flooding her mind.
Walking Down the Aisle
As Jasmine walked down the palace corridor, a strange silence surrounded her. The scene was regal, yet mournful. She wore the immense white wedding gown, so long that four servants carefully carried the veil and train behind her. In her hands was a large bouquet of white flowers—symbols of purity, though inside, her heart was the opposite.
Her face was hidden behind a veil, but her hollow eyes were visible. Every step felt like a hammer striking her heart. She remembered Dmitri's farewell—the fact that hours after he left, someone else would take what was his.
Alexander's arrogance:
At the far end of the hall, Alexander stood. Seeing Jasmine approach in bridal attire multiplied his sadistic delight. He laughed inwardly—the Jasmine Dmitri wanted to crown a queen was now a "captive bride" at Alexander's feet.
When Jasmine stopped in front of him, Alexander looked at her bouquet mockingly:
"Those white flowers are beautiful, Jassy. Just like you—innocent in appearance. Though I know how much poison is inside you right now."
Jasmine said nothing. She gripped the bouquet tightly. As the servants adjusted her veil, she whispered to herself:
Jasmine (thinking):
"This white gown isn't just my wedding dress, Alexander. You may win today—but when Dmitri returns in three months, these white flowers will be red with your blood."
As the priest began the wedding rites, Jasmine stared at the ceiling, silently calling out to Dmitri. She knew that legally, she was now Alexander's—but her hatred would never let him rest.When the priest declared them husband and wife, a heavy silence fell over the hall. Without wasting a moment, Alexander slowly removed the thin white veil covering Jasmine's face. On her pale features, the mark of humiliation was evident, but in Alexander's eyes burned the primal intoxication of victory.
He placed his hands on Jasmine's waist, pulling her close. Jasmine shivered, yet there was nothing she could do. The few remaining attendants clapped in mock celebration.
Alexander leaned close and whispered in her ear, "From now on, you are legally and physically mine, Jacy."
Then, with that, he forcibly pressed a deep, possessive kiss onto her lips. Jasmine closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the bouquet of white flowers she held slipped to the floor. In that single kiss, Alexander made it clear that he had taken everything from Dmitri.
Three Months Later
The sky over Moscow was gray. For three months, Jasmine had lived like a captive wife in Alexander's palace. Every night, he reminded her of her status as his. But deep inside, Jasmine was preparing herself.
Suddenly, a violent explosion shook the palace gates. Before the guards could react, a group of armed men stormed inside. At the forefront stood a figure in a black leather jacket, eyes burning like molten lava.
Dmitri had returned.
He ascended the stairs, a blood-stained sword in hand. Alexander emerged from his chamber at the sound, facing Dmitri.
Dmitri roared, "Alexander! You may be my brother, but the price for what you've stolen is death alone!"
At that moment, Jasmine emerged from inside, hair disheveled, wearing the silk robe Alexander had given her. Seeing Dmitri, she screamed and broke down in tears. Dmitri froze, realizing just how much his brother had tormented her over these three months.
Jasmine tried to run to Dmitri, tears streaming down her face, shouting, "Dmitri!"—but Alexander reacted with lightning speed, grabbing her hand firmly.
His stance was violent yet strangely protective. He pulled Jasmine close to his chest, glaring at Dmitri. "No! You won't get near her! Jasmine is now my wife. She goes nowhere!"
Dmitri raised his sword, ready to strike, but stopped as he looked into Alexander's eyes.
For the first time, Alexander's usual arrogance faltered. Tiny streaks of tears shimmered at the corners of his eyes. Dmitri and Jasmine were both stunned.
Alexander's voice trembled as he spoke to Dmitri:
"Did you think, Dmitri, that all this was just to claim her? No! In these three months, I've realized… I've fallen for her. I know I've done wrong, I forced her, but now I can't live without her."
He looked at Jasmine, almost crying, "Don't go, Jasmine! I will protect you more fiercely than Dmitri ever could. I may be a devil, but this devil is madly in love with you!"
Jasmine paused, stunned by the tears in Alexander's eyes. She realized that his madness wasn't just lust—it had transformed into a dangerous, destructive love. Dmitri, however, burned with the fire of revenge.
Dmitri ground his teeth: "The time to pay for your love is over, Alexander. You've wounded her body and soul. I will account for every tear in her eyes today."
Jasmine drew a small knife to her throat, shouting, "No one move! If you fight, I will end myself right now. Dmitri, go back. Leave me in this hell."
Dmitri's bloodied sword fell to the floor. The man who had shaken the mafia world now collapsed to his knees, stunned and powerless. His world had been upended by the words: "I will not go to you." Tears streamed down his face as a single cry tore from his chest.
Dmitri, voice choked with sorrow, wailed:
"What have I done! Why did I leave you alone, Jasmine? I thought I'd return in three months to crown you like a queen. But what have I found? My own brother… my own blood… has brought you to this state!"
He pounded the floor with clenched fists. "I am guilty, Jasmine! I failed to protect you. My empire, my power—it's all a lie. I've lost you… I left you in this hell with my own hands!"
Alexander's face twisted into a triumphant, demonic smile. He placed a hand on Jasmine's shoulder and mocked Dmitri:
"No use crying, little brother. You loved her, but I've broken her and reshaped her as I desired. Your pure Jasmine no longer exists. She's now the possession of Victor's eldest brother."
Jasmine, seeing Dmitri's devastation, stood still. Though tears welled in her eyes, she hardened herself. Slowly, she approached Dmitri, kneeling beside him and whispering in his ear:
"Don't cry, Dmitri. Don't blame yourself. If you take me now, Alexander won't spare either of us. You must survive… to take revenge alongside me. You were mine, and you will always remain mine."
Alexander watched from a distance, thinking Jasmine was simply bidding farewell, unaware that she was quietly reigniting Dmitri's spirit.
Dmitri's sobs became a silent wail. He realized that forcing Jasmine now would endanger her life. Rising slowly, he approached Jasmine, kneeling before her. His eyes were red, burning, yet filled with a quiet, resolute determination.
He took her hand gently in his, speaking softly, just for her to hear:
"I am leaving, Jasmine. But I will not abandon you in this hell. I am leaving to reclaim you, to become stronger, more destructive than ever. You were mine, and you will remain mine forever."
He pressed a long, emotional kiss onto the back of her hand—one that spoke of farewell, forgiveness, and the unspoken promise of a future battle.
Without looking back, Dmitri picked up his sword and walked slowly out of the palace. Each step shook the very foundations of Alexander's estate.
🦅 Alexander's Triumph and Jasmine's Plan
Once Dmitri left, Alexander threw back his head and laughed triumphantly. He stood beside Jasmine, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.
"See, Jacy? Your so-called hero has slinked away. He's a coward! From now on, it's just you and me in this massive palace. No Dmitri, no obstacles."
Jasmine met his gaze with a cold smile. She wiped his hand from her gown—not out of anger, but to preserve the memory of Dmitri's touch deep within her skin.
Jasmine said, "He left because I allowed it. Now, Alexander, you have what you wanted. But remember, the line between victory and defeat is thin. You think you've won me? Noyou've invited your own destruction into your house."
Alexander furrowed his brow, slightly unsettled by her confidence. Dmitri may be gone, but the 'Red Phantom' within Jasmine now resided within Alexander's own bedchamber.