Rebirth: Revenge of the abandoned heirress-Chapter 83: Six years ago

"Where are you taking me?" Jazmine Harris asked as the car sped through the streets.

"You promised I could take you to the terrace of the Sunset Square in the future," Sebastian Crowne replied, his voice smooth and unwavering. "Why not go there today and find a better spot for tomorrow?"

"I don't recall making any such promise," Jazmine remarked, her eyes narrowing slightly. This President Crowne—the so-called 'Devil' in business circles—was nothing like the ruthless man she had heard about in rumors.

"You said I lived up to my reputation," she continued. "But I can't say the same about you."

Sebastian glanced at her, amusement flickering in his gaze. "The version of me you see... is not the one I show to the rest of the world."

"Should I be flattered by that?" Jazmine laughed, shaking her head.

Though she had told Sebastian that she had suspected his identity from the beginning, the truth was, she hadn't fully believed it until he admitted it himself. Thankfully, even in her suspicions, she had never done anything to disrespect him.

"Why are you so determined to take me there?" she asked. "You've mentioned it twice now—once on the terrace, and again during dinner."

Sebastian remained silent.

As they approached the towering Sunset Square skyscraper, Jazmine couldn't shake the feeling that something significant awaited her at the top.

Once they arrived, Sebastian led her up to the terrace.

The moment she stepped outside, a sharp gust of wind rushed toward her, sending a chill deep into her bones. She shuddered slightly—only for a warm blazer to be carefully draped around her shoulders.

"There was no need," she murmured.

Yet she didn't remove it. The blazer was still warm from Sebastian's body heat, wrapping her in unexpected comfort.

Jazmine's skin was naturally pale, and any small emotional reaction caused her cheeks to flush vividly.

Right now, she was grateful for the darkness of the night.

The last thing she wanted was for President Crowne to see her blushing over something as small as this.

"What now?" she asked, her voice steady despite her confusion. "How is this place supposed to help me remember anything?"

Sebastian didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached for her elbow, gently guiding her forward.

He wasn't forceful.

But he wasn't giving her a choice, either.

His other hand found her opposite elbow as he led her to the very edge of the terrace.

And then—he let go.

Jazmine turned to look at him, puzzled. "What are you doing?"

Sebastian took a few steps back, watching her.

And then—

A memory flashed into her mind.

Six Years Ago

A twenty-year-old girl stood at the edge of the terrace.

She looked out at the vast cityscape, the lights glittering below like a sea of stars.

"So strange," she murmured to herself. "Such a big city... and yet, I've never felt more alone."

Above her, the sky was a vast, starless void.

That night, there was no moonlight. No charm. No warmth.

Just like her.

Once, she had been as radiant as a fresh flower in bloom.

But that night—she had withered.

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"Mother..." she whispered.

A bitter smile curled at the edges of her lips.

She took a step forward.

One more step, and it would all be over.

The emptiness in her chest was so vast, so consuming, that even pain had abandoned her.

There was nothing left to hold onto.

On that night six years ago, Jazmine Harris had given up.

The Night It All Fell Apart

It had been her birthday.

A night that should have been filled with celebration and joy.

But instead—he had come.

David.

The man she had loved so hopelessly, so completely.

The man who had been her fiancé.

The man who had walked into her home, drunk and broken.

And had shattered her world with a single sentence.

"Ask your grandfather to break off this engagement."

She had frozen.

"Why?" she had asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "David... Didn't you used to say we'd get married when we grew up?"

"We were just kids," he had snapped. "How could you still be holding onto those words?"

Jazmine had stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "But David, I love—"

"DON'T SAY THAT."

His voice had been raw. Desperate.

His bloodshot eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"We are not meant to be," he had choked out. "We can't be together."

She had reached for him, but he had stepped back.

"I've sworn to destroy you." His voice had trembled. "At the dead body of my mother, I made a promise. She made me promise before she died..."

Jazmine had felt the ground vanish beneath her feet.

"Your mother?" she had whispered.

David had laughed—a broken, bitter sound. "She wanted you to suffer. All of you. She wanted me to destroy Catherine Davenport and everything related to her."

"David, it's okay. We'll find another way—"

"No, we can't!" His voice had cracked. "She wanted revenge. And I... I promised her."

Jazmine had shaken her head, refusing to believe it.

"But I love you," she had whispered. "We can fix this—together."

David's expression had turned to ice.

And then, in a voice colder than the dead of winter—

"But I don't love you."

One sentence.

One sentence, and her entire world had collapsed.

She had stumbled out of the house, blind with pain.

She had wandered through the streets, not knowing where she was going.

And somehow—somehow—she had ended up here.

At the edge of Sunset Square's rooftop.

Her thoughts had been a blur.

All she had known was the emptiness.

All she had felt was the despair.

She had taken one last step.

And let herself fall.

Only to feel a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back into the darkness.

Back to the Present

Jazmine gasped.

The memory came rushing back with terrifying clarity.

She spun around, her eyes locking onto Sebastian.

"You..." Her voice shook. "You were there."

Sebastian didn't answer.

He didn't need to.

Because she knew.

He was the one who had saved her that night.

She had spent six years not knowing the face of the man who had pulled her back from the edge.

And now—she finally did.

Sebastian Crowne.

The devil himself.

The man who had been watching over her all along