Jayden's POVAfter collapsing for the third time, I was sent out of the ward where Isabella was wheeled into.My mind is in disarray. My heart is racing and my head is spinning.This anticipation in me is killing me slowly. Isn't collapsing better than being left off hanging without knowing if Isabella is fine or not or if she is giving her best in pushing out our baby?I don't want fate to repeat itself. I want mother and child to be fine. I might not survive another disaster. Isabella means the world to me, and so does the baby.For the first time in my entire life, I look up to the heavens, gradually becoming conscious of my surroundings.I am still looking up, praying deep in my heart for the Almighty to perform a miracle; to make this easy for Isabella, and let the baby and mother survive this.Before I can finish up with my prayer, I see my mother rushing toward someone who turns out to be the doctor.I run over to him. "Doctor, doctor?" I chant breathlessly. "How is she?"Gabri
Isabella's POVBiting my lower lips softly and watching the image of my boss on my laptop and other details about him, I twirl my chair around my little office with a sigh of frustration.As much as I want to give Juliet's advice a try, I am damn scared.Scared of my boss.Scared of what he would think of me.Scared that he would insult me again today like he did yesterday when he scolded me for being clumsy.But I need to give it a try. I need his help. I want my grandmother to live, I want her to witness my white wedding and see me have kids who will keep her company while I am at work.If I don't talk to my boss about the supposed help that I need, how can I make sure that grandma survives? Where will I get the money the doctor requested of us? Will grandma still be alive when I am eventually married four or five years from now?I close my eyes, twirling my black straight hair and murmuring to myself in remembrance of the hot guy I met at the club Juliet and I went to last week. I
Jayden's POVIt's been two years already.Two f***ing years of torture. Two years since she died with my baby.I have been through the phase of remembering the memories of the night we spent together and what led to our quarrel before death took her away. It's been nothing but pure torture and hatred for myself and what I represent.I still blame myself for her death.If only I had listened to her, if only I had given up on the dangerous family business like she used to call it, maybe this wouldn't have happened and we would still be together with our child.But I didn't. I was too stubborn to let go of the life I have been brought up into. My Father was the Mafia Leader. I was trained to become one too but Helena was in the way. She hated what we do with passion. She wanted me to cut ties with anything that will make me go into it. It was hard for me. I loved what we did. I loved being in control. I loved punishing the offenders.Helena hated it till death. Now I have abandoned eve
Isabella's POV This is definitely not what I have envisioned for myself. I have never thought of giving contract or arranged marriages a try despite how I have been so unlucky in relationships. I have never been in a relationship before and I am a f**king virgin. I don't know if it is the excitement of having a man talk to me that is the problem that makes them go away and never come back for another date or probably because of my sticking behavior towards intimacy. I have been sitting in my office all day long, doing absolutely nothing but crying, cursing, and wishing for the impossible. How can I be married to my boss? And for just a year? How is that even possible? Is it the fact that I will be under his roof that is the problem or the issue of being with him for just a year? I can't pinpoint the reason for my sadness. I just don't feel like going through with this. My boss is a f***ing Greek god and I am worried about my weak heart. When I first started work here a year a
Jayden's POV Loud music blasts into my ears the moment I step into the club.The last time I came here was long before Helena died. I usually frequent this place just to have fun with my friends and with new business partners and clients. This is where we come for relaxation after days of hard work.But I stopped coming, just like I stopped every other thing that interested me since Helena died.I stopped being friends with almost all the guys that made up the Billionaire's Club and the Private Member's Club. I pushed all of them away but Gabriel wouldn't budge.Coming back here after several years of being away, a wave of nostalgia hits me hard as I remember all that we shared in this same club with different business-minded men who have come from different backgrounds with one sole aim; success.I love being a part of the club because of their thirst for more wealth, power and more success. Every one of us wanted to keep topping the rankings of the billionaire members in New York.
Isabella's POV A lump of dread gets stuck in my throat when our eyes interlock and I look away quickly as guilt and embarrassment sip through me. I can't believe my boss and I are meeting in a club and I don't know why he is this pissed at me for being in a club. Eventually, I swallow the lump, gulping loudly and nodding my head at him. The music has started already and I scan my eyes to look for Juliet where I left her. She isn't there. I left her there because I wanted to use the restroom. We haven't talked about the reason why I am here because she is ranting about some stuff that I haven't been paying attention to. My mind was miles away. Thinking. Debating. Wondering. And wishing. "Isabella, I said what are you doing here?" He grabs me again, speaking in a low tone but with gritted teeth. I want to talk but I can't find my voice. How can I tell him I am here to talk to my friend about his offer? Or I am here to take away my sorrows by having a good dance and drinking al
Jayden's POVTapping my feet impatiently on the polished hard floor, the elevator door dings open and I stroll out with my briefcase.I take long eager strides towards my office, wanting to get in, call Isabella and force her to do my bidding. She is my employee and this is just like every normal job I can force her to do for me in the office.I can't possibly make do with all these girls throwing themselves at me to eventually seduce me to their bed and ruin my vows.I can't do that. Isabella is the woman I need. She is the one I need for one year. She is submissive and controllable. Shaking my head at the thought of trying once more to get a girl, probably from a church or a dating site, I enter the office, ignoring the greetings of a staff member who walked past me.I stride to the high-backed office chair and slouch in before tapping on the intercom. It rings for a while before she picks it up."Come to my office now!" I command with implacable authority.After dropping the recei
Isabella's POVTelling the cabman to wait for me, I climb down from the cab in a hurry and dash into the house.I am overwhelmed by what has happened to me today but I don't want to give it much thought until after the surgery is done.Grandma and I could barely sleep last night because of the severe pain she was feeling. The medications she usually takes to deduce the pain were finished and I was waiting for my next salary to buy her another.I was already thinking of giving my boss's offer a chance because of how much she was in pain. But something kept holding me back and now I don't know how it happened.Suddenly, I have become $50,000 richer in just a matter of seconds.When I enter the small living room, grandma isn't there sitting on her cane chair, watching old movies on our TV, I hear whimpers instead coming from her room.Without hesitation, I hurry into the room to see her writhing in pain on the bed. Before I left for work this morning, she was still sleeping and I made br