Jasmine's POV

I woke up with sweats all over my neck and forehead while panting heavily. Those nightmares had been invading my mind eversince my Mom died and it haunts me even in my sleep. Sometimes, I wish if I could get some psychology in this because it is scaring me. And now, I barely get a peaceful sleep without any nightmares.

Turning to my side, there lays my sleeping boyfriend, Dante. He is a Mexican newscaster and we met in a beach party in Mexico. He was taking information about the party while I was the one he is going to interview because I was the guest of honour. Being a supermodel was my dream job and I worked so hard to be in my situation right now. My Dad, of course was my number one fan ever since day one and is the bet Dad in the world.

But sometimes he could be really be too much, he worries on simple things.

I lay my head back on my pillow to get some sleep when suddenly, the huge glass window of my condo scattered on the floor and a group of men came in causing me to scream so loud and with that, Dante woke up.

"What the fuck?!" he cursed in pure Mexican accent. "Who the heck are you?"

They are just three men but they are carrying heavy material weapons. "Your father will pay for what he had done to us especially that little bodyguard of yours." The one in the middle threatened as he made his way towards us. The man was tall, half of his face has burned marks and had no right hand.

Dante stood in front of me while guarding me. "What do you want?"

The man with burned marks laughed evilly. "I just want to scare the little princess."

"I'm not scared!" I retorted back.

"Oh really?" He taunted. "I will make sure that your father will pay for killing my men. "And your precious bodyguard for burning my face and removing my hand. They will all pay and you as well..."

The two men started to grab Dante's arm as he tried shrugging off as they beat him up but the leader had her as he gripped her arm as tight as he can. "Let him go!"

"No. We want to scare you first and beg for forgivness."

"Never!" I exclaimed remaining strong. "Help!"

They beat Dante and I didn't know what to do. But when we heard footsteps near us, they quickly jumped off the window then flee, leaving a note of the side. The door opened and my Dad's men came in, checking us.

"What took you so fucking long?!" I yelled at them and kneeled down to Dante who had blood running down his nose as his face starts to swell up.

The men helped Dante and carried him somewhere. Probably, taking him to the hospital. Who are those men?

"Are you alright, Ms. Waylord?" One was left behind for me.

"Yes." I replied, grabbing my phone to call my Dad. But I have to be very careful in my words so he wouldn't get any heart attack.

"Hello, my dear?" He answered right away. Looks like he is busy from work based on his tone.

"Hey Dad, are you busy?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch while I signalled my men to wait outside my room.

He chuckled huskily on the other line. "Not you, Jasmine. Is there a problem? Aren't my men doing their job well?"

"No, Dad...that's not my problem." I murmured, taking a deep breath before spitting it out. "Actually, I was attacked just now in my condo."

"What?!" He snapped on the other line causing my eardrums to blow up.

"Dad!" I quickly controlled his temper. "I'm fine! They didn't touch me or anything. They just threatened me."

I can hear my Dad taking deep breathes as he tried to calm himself down. I know this shock him and news like this worries him too much. And it is not good for him anymore. "You're not hurt? Did they point a gun at you or anything? What else did you do? Did you got scared?"

"No, Dad. Stunts like those doesn't scare me." I stated, honestly. "They just told me that they are seeking revenge for what you did to his men."

"Who are they?"

I started recalling the face of the man who threatened me. "He had a burn mark on his face and had no right hand."

Then there was another silence.

"Hello? Dad? Are you still there?"

Dad coughed and cleared his throat. "I'm still here."

"Seriously, Dad?" I started massaging the side of my forehead. "They did not even try to hurt me but they did beat the shit out of Dante."

"Who's Dante?"

My eyebrows arched. "Dante Rodriguez. The news reporter in Mexico, remember? The one who was in the press conference when we were in Mexico."

"Oh? Why did even this man got in the topic?" he looks a little lost.

"He's my boyfriend, Dad." I said matter of factly.

"Huh? Since when?" he sounded so lost which is very funny. I know he's confused right now because I introduced a guy last week in front of him but I dumped him right away.

"Three days ago," I replied, chuckling. "He was very sweet, Dad but he is in the hospital right now because they beat him up so bad."

"Poor guy." Dad murmured under his breath then cleared his throat before speaking again. "Come home, princess. I think we need to discuss this topic face to face. I will go crazy if you're still not here by my side any minute now."

I inhaled and sat down on the nearby luxury chair as I bite my nails. "Okay, Dad." There is this feeling of safety everytime I'm with him. He's the only one I got though. We should atleast stick together especially at times like this. Now, even if Dad won't say it to me, I know this is something serious again. Like before. The time when we were attacked by these unknown strangers who killed my Mom.

"I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Daddy." I smiled, sweetly before we ended the call.

I called some people that works for us and told them to clean the shattered glass in my room. God, now I have to cancel some of my appointments tomorrow because of this emergency.

The next morning came, but before the sun could rise I am already on the road. I'm only one girl but I have 21 bodyguards around me. 5 in the first car, 3 at the second car, 4 in this car which is the third car then 5 behind this car as the fourth car and then 4 at the fifth car. Very protectiveness is kinda obvious, don't you think?

The whole car ride was quiet. No one dares to talk to me because they are scared that they might say something offensive to me and someone will immediately report it to my Dad then they will be killed. That what Dad hates the most, is that I will feel hurt even in a simple joke.

When I finally recognizes the surroundings, the tall buildings, busy streets, overcrowded pathways, and crazy vendors...yep, I'm home. This is Crimson City for sure. There are no other place as crazy as this city. Our mansion is located on top of a hill to keep it hidden and safe. That was according to my Father and the head of his army.

Going up the hill, I can see it already. The huge and heavy secured gate opened when the first car's driver opened it using the passcode he had enter then we safely got in. Dad was already waiting for me outside and he looks older than the last time I saw him which is just a few months ago.

"Dad!" I chirped once I stepped out of the car.

"Oh my dear!" the sound of his voice is also husky. I saw how his face lights up in joy as he opened his arms for me.

I ran to him and gave him a huge hug. "I missed you, Dad!"

"I missed you too, my love." He softly pinched my chin then with his arm wrapped around me, he takes me inside then motioned the five maids waiting at the entrance door. "Bring her things up to her room."

Oh the smell of home just tickles my nose nicely. Even though I love my life in the showbiz and model world, I still misses and look forward to come home with my Dad. Well, he is my only family now so we have to take care of each other.

Dad and I hang out at the backyard near the pool where the garden is. We sat down to the bench and just chat. I've been sharing him what happened to me these past few months while on the job. I had fun telling him some of the hilarious things I've been through especially everytime I'm out of the county.

Suddenly at the middle of my sentence, Dad touched my face. "Jasmine, it's seven in the morning and why are you wearing too much makeup?"

My mouth opened to answer him but I don't think it is the right time to tell him the reason. He doesn't need to know because I don't want to worry him.

"You're not working right now, you don't have to put those makeup...you're at home."

I just let out a weak laugh. "I love makeup, Dad. It makes me comfortable."

Dad just sigh and shrugged. "Whatever you say." He sigh then sat back down on the bench then the tension in the air suddenly thickens. "Jasmine, after the incident that happened to you..."

"I know, it's done –"

"No, it's not done yet. We don't have any lead who that man is. Your life is in danger, sweetheart. You have to be more careful on the people around you. Do not go and just trust someone." Dad's worried face looks nothing like before. It is more like he is terrified.

"Dad, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me"

"What? They are after you, Jasmine. You have to stop that modelling career of yours and hide somewhere until we captured those people who attacked you." Dad's voice nearly cracked as he showered his hand over his face. "I can't lose you too. I lost your mother because I didn't pay attention on the security of my family. I want you to be safe."

I let out a deep breath. "Dad, you are the one who should watch your back. What if it's you they are after? Then what happened to me is just a warning. You should take care of yourself. Double your security and take down these fuckers."

"It's not that easy, Jasmine. You have to hide."

"Hide?! Dad, my career is not that simple."

"But if you keep on showing yourself in front of the camera then it is much easier for them to capture you." Dad proved a point there.

I bit my lower lip as I started to feel what I am going to lose. "Dad, you know hard it is for me to get into this job."

"And you know how hard will it for me to accept that you were captured by those men?! Much worse is they kill you because of my decision." He retorted back. "You will quit...for now. I will do my best. Talk to your manager or anyone and tell them that you are on a vacation. It's just for the meantime, sweetheart. Please."

I sigh in defeat. "Alright, Dad. I will."

"Thank you. Tomorrow morning, you will meet your personal bodyguard and the one who will be with you while you were hiding. Don't worry, you can trust this one more than you trust me" He stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Go and have some breakfast. I told them to make your favourite." Dad came in the mansion as I saw him talking to some of his men.

Personal bodyguard?

I have tons of them so why would I need someone personal? What is this? Someone who will be guarding me even if I go to the bathroom to take a bath?

This is crazy.

Walking up to my room, it was properly cleaned as always. I locked the door as I jumped onto bed to call my manager, Quinn Lopez. He's gay and Mexican, and he is the best person that I met. He is very amazing in his job especially in protecting my image even though I've been told by a slut so many times, he will always find a way to protect me. But I repay him by setting him a date to my also gay friend, Ray, and now they are engaged to be married. I was their cupid.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, it's me."

"Oh hey sweetie. How are you?" his voice sounded so husky. He must have just woken up.

"I-I'm good." I bit my fingernails. Jeez, I don't want to let this go.

I explained to him the incident that I had in my condo. Quinn knows my personal life so he would probably understand me. Quinn was so worried about me as he hears the story. As much as he wanted to help me, this is the only way he can by helping with the agencies.

"Alright, don't worry a thing, baby. I will take of the rest. I will talk to the management and make up some stories about your absence." He told me, assuring me that he got my back. And I trust him.

"Thank you so much, love. You are the only one who should know about this. Even from Ray. Do not tell him about this. I don't want him to worry about me." I told her, calming her.

"Of course, of course. Trust me." Then we ended the call already. Okay, I'm safe now. My best friend, Ariana will surely freak out if she finds out about this. She will go mad and squeeze me some answers. But no worries, I will tell her.

As you think about it, it was already 15 years ago since the last time I was attacked.

That incident when Mom died and...my former personal guard, Rune. What could have happened with guy? He suddenly vanished without even saying goodbye. When I woke the day after the attack, he was already gone like magic. Weird but who cares? He is just someone that I know so I don't need to long for him.

But I did have a little crush on him when I was young. I find him really cute back then.

Jeez, now that I will be hiding. Does that mean that I am not allowed to go clubbing with friends or go flirting and sleeping with guys?

Oh this is insane. I am not Jasmine Waylord if there is no party and man beside me. Just to be clear, I'm not a slut. I am just a girl who has needs. My friends considered me as a liberated woman. There is a difference in sluts and a person in need. Sluts sleep with random guys they meet and they sleep with them even if they are strangers but in my case...when I had a boyfriend, I will sleep with him the first night that we will encounter. Then if they didn't pass my standards, then we will break up. I will go look for another boyfriend. I don't know but I just love being with a guy. But if I don't have a boyfriend, then there are other men who are willing for a one night stand.

But I have huge respect on myself and my dignity. If a guy degrades me and thinks lowly of me, I will fight back. I am not a weak women. Women are strong creatures. Not fragile like how other men thinks of us. Honestly, I am a member in an organization about improving women's right. Then I have my own charity for kids especially women who were a victim of rape and abuse. I actually named that charity Carmela, my Mother. She is the strongest woman I know so she deserves it.

I remember how my Dad wanted take me to have a session in a psychologist to explain to them why I am looking and longing of someone to love me but I don't want to be checked. I'm fine like this. I'm young and free so I wanted to enjoy it. I don't want to waste this stage of life then regret it when I grow older.

I spend this day just lying in my bed and talking to some of my friends. Dad and I also hang out when he was done with his work. I cooked him some dinner and he always love it when I make his favourite soup. Living alone when I'm out of the country, I find a way to survive in my life. I hate having a mad living in the same roof as me when I'm alone so I do it all. The cleaning, laundry and the cooking.

I have to be responsible to especially when I got married and be a mother. I'm thinking too fast.

The day past and it was already morning again. Today is the day that I will meet my personal bodyguard and the plans they made to where they will hide me. The smaller the town the safer for me to live. Dad even suggested that I live in a province. That was a complete torture.

I was putting on some makeup and just got out of the shower. I wore my favourite pink camisole and denim ripped shorts. The temperature in this place is hot so I don't need to cover myself up and I'm at home.

Looking myself at the mirror, I already look beautiful with the makeup. In my whole life. I only fall deeply in love to a guy when I was 16 years old. He was my schoolmate and the hottest man in school. Jonathan was his name and I call him Jon to make it short. We were dating for almost three months when I found out that he was cheating on me with a busty woman. And the reason is because I was too ugly for him and I don't even know how to style myself.

And since then, I practiced putting some makeup. Then it became my hobby and fell in love with cosmetics. Of course, it is badly needed in my job as a supermodel.

Then there was a knock on the door, revealing one of our maids. "You're father requests your presence at the dining area." She bowed her head as she speaks.

"I'll be down there." I told her before she leaves.

I just done some finishing touches with my makeup before heading downstairs. Our mansion was huge that we have two large staircase that has a west and east wing that has a landing at the middle. I was typing on my phone when I noticed our dining table was filled with different kinds of meals. It actually made me confused.

"Why do we have so many foods on the table? It's only me and Dad who is going to eat." I asked the maids. And I don't eat that much so these are just going to be wasted.

"Mr. Waylord has a guest today, madam."

"Guest?" My eyebrows touched in confusion as I look around, searching for him "Where is Dad, anyway?"

"He is talking to him by the pool."

I immediately pace towards the pool to know who this guest is. It's early in my morning and he is already inviting some people in. Through the glass doors towards the backyard, I already saw two figures sitting at the garden wooden table next to the pool.

It was Dad who was facing my direction but the man has his back on me.

"Dad." I called gently, interrupting their conversation.

He smiles upon seeing me coming and he motioned me to get closer to them. "Jasmine, perfect timing. I would like you to meet your personal bodyguard."

Oh, this is the bodyguard.

The man stood up and turned to face me. As my eyes met with the most oceanic blue orbs that I have ever seen in my entire life. Wait, I've seen them before. I'm just not quite sure yet where and when. In my dream?

Wait a second.

"Did you recognise him?" Dad asked.

The man had long blonde hair that is just perfect for that manly face, his blue eyes and those nice bone structures. He is very tall, and nice frame for man. Well he's a bodyguard so he is a bit muscular but just in the perfect built.

"It's been 15 years now." The man stated, breaking the silence.

My eyebrows touched in confusion. "Who are you?"

The man bowed his head in respect, bending his body forward with his one hand on his stomach. The bow used by servants to their masters. "Rune Crawford. At your service, my lady."

Oh dang.