Isabella's POVThe moment Grandma turns off the Television set to cut me short the movie program I am engrossed in while chewing on the homemade popcorn I prepared this morning, I know it is high time we spoke."Bella", she calls, dropping the remote control on the small stool beside her and turning to me.I chew on the remaining popcorn in my mouth and drop the bowl before facing her with a guilty look."I want you to tell me what is happening and why you are getting married", she goes straight to the point without beating about the bush.Feigning confusion with my forehead furrowed, I shake my head. "Why am I getting married? I thought we have talked about this already?""Yes, we did but I am still not fully convinced with all you told me", she declares openly, watching me intently for something to hold on to. Probably a flash of guilt. Or breaking down in tears and confessing my sins to her.But what will any of this do? What good will it bring? Nothing. Absolute nothing. Instead,
Jayden's POVGabriel was right. Anna is someone I know.I glance once more at the screen before shutting the laptop down. I didn't take his words seriously because I thought it was just gibberish to l have me listen to him. When my mother mentioned to my hearing last night about Anna being my father's friend, I knew I had to find out who she was.That was when I remembered Gabriel's question of how it was possible for me not to know who she was.Anna is Roger and Emily's only daughter. Roger is my father's close friend and I see no reason why they would allow their daughter to come work with me as an Assistant.No wonder she has a Porsche car. If this isn't about matchmaking us both, then what is the best explanation for this?What infuriates me the most about this issue is the fact that she is allowing them to push her toward me. She is allowing them to do what they like at her expense. She is at the receiving end of whatever happens.But I won't succumb to my mother's wish. I can
Isabella's POVStepping inside the church and walking slowly towards the altar without a best lady but my arms entangled with my Grandma's, the groom of the day is patiently standing on the wedding arbor for the bride.I am holding flowers with a transparent veil covering my face. My head is lowered in shame and guilt.Shame that this isn't my dream. The shame of doing this and not being courageous enough to back out at the last minute to tell Grandma what this is all about, and wait for the man for me. The man who would be waiting at the altar for me with anticipation of me becoming his bride. A man who would love me for the depth of his heart and would never do anything to make me sad or cry.Guilt for letting Grandma do this. Guilt for not telling her the truth. Guilt for lying to her all through till this day. Juliet never came. She didn't show up for the preparations. She didn't call to apologize for what she did, leaving me with no one to stand in for me as my maid of honorI
Jayden's POVThe water washes through me as I stand under the shower with my eyes tightly closed, the memories come rushing making me tighten my fist in frustration.This wasn't supposed to happen. Getting married to someone else apart from Helena was not part of the plan. I never thought I would ever do a thing like this. But here I am, married to a woman who isn't Helena. I am married to someone I don't feel any atom of tenderness or affection for.Can life be any better? Can my guilt be lessened with this?Of course not! I am already feeling the heightened effect of my guilt. I promised to remain faithful to her forever and now this.I have broken the vow once again. I have broken the promise I made to her. The first was never to go back into the Mafia business and I have been doing that successfully. The second promise I made after she died was for me to remain faithful to her even in death.Helena won't be happy with me. She would be sad. And angry. I betrayed her once. I have
Isabella's POV"Mother?!" I gasp as a tear rolls down my eyes when I hoist my head to lock eyes with her blazing red face."How dare you lie to me, Bella? How dare you?!" She yells, her hands shaking with tears streaming down her eyes."Grandma", I hear Jayden call before he steps in beside me. My face stings and I shift my gaze to Juliet.She has a proud smirk on her face and she winks at me.Bitch!"Don't you dare talk to me, you idiot", she attacks Jayden too. "How dare you lure her into a deceitful affair such as this? How dare you!" She grabs at his shirt."Mother, stop it", I try to take her hands off him while he is standing calmly as though nothing is happening. "Please stop it."I succeed in taking her hands off him as she glares at him in anger.The maids appear from the door which opens right behind Jayden and they all come out, looking from me to the others with curiosity written all over them. It is apparent that all is not well and they want to know what is happening on
Jayden's POVHelena looks beautiful now more than ever. There is a smile on her face which adds to the brightness of her face.She wasn't this beautiful when she was alive. Do the dead look more beautiful than when they were alive?I find myself smiling as she inches her face closer to me, and my gaze settles on her soft pink lips.My eyes close on its own accord as I lean forward for a kiss. Just then, I hear a loud sound and my eyes flicker open."Ouch!" Someone screams and a loud thud on the floor follows.I sit up in bed, looking confused for a while and wondering what has happened and where I am.Then I remembered. I am not the only one sleeping on the bed. I am married now. Not to Helena but someone else.Someone else is Isabella, my secretary. The same person who just fell off the bed. Probably because I was leaning in for a kiss, thinking she is Helena, my dead ex-fiancee.I scramble out of bed immediately, running over to the other side to help her up.The pillow was separa
Isabella's POVAfter knocking for several minutes without a response, I conclude that Grandma isn't home.She must have gone somewhere but I am baffled by her absence at home because it is still early in the morning.Now that her legs are healed, I am sure she is going to go back to her former work or look for another. Grandma isn't the type to stay at home, she is hardworking and that added to her sorrow when she was still unable to use her legs.She complains a lot about the pain but the complaints about not being able to leave the house on her own were more.I wanted her to get her life back. The pain too was an addition. It was enough reason for me to look for a fast solution to it. I wanted to get rid of it. Get rid of anything that will hinder us from being happy.We didn't have enough money before she lost her legs but we were living a happy life. When she lost her legs, Grandma became a shadow of herself and the happiness was short-lived. Sometimes, I used to think that she w
Jayden's POVWhen I got to work this morning, I was met with a bunch of reporters, waiting to interview me about my so-called quiet wedding.I was questioned about why it wasn't an elaborate one with dignitaries from all over the world and what would change now that I am a married man.If I had the power to ignore all the questions, I would have done that but to avoid arousing suspicions and to avoid letting them form up a story, I answered calmly but when the questions were becoming too much, I excused myself. This is the type of life I am living. Having to stick to everything social and making up things and appearances to please the public. This is what it takes to be the sole heir to my father's multi-million dollar company in addition to mine. This is what it takes to be a billionaire.Now that I am married, I am open to a lot of business deals. I know they will surely come in.I am married now and considered responsible even though I was questioned on why I had to resume work o