Jayden's POV
It'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 every single thing that reminds me of her as well as cutting ties with my ever busy father. He understands my plight and we haven't spoken in more than a year.
Mother on the other hand has been pestering me about getting a wife and a grandchild. Helena and I didn't make it to the altar and I doubted if I could ever love another woman as I do love her.
Ever since she died, love scares me and it has been erased from my dictionary. In fact, commitment means nothing to me. I hate the word.
Mother keeps pestering me and I want to prove to her that marriage or having kids isn't for me. They will be an object of target to my rivals and enemies. I hate to go through another tough phase of losing loved ones.
I am done.
But I will satisfy her by getting married to someone, then we would be divorced after a year.
This was my confusion last night after a video call with her. But the problem was who to tell, who to discuss this with, and who to take as a wife.
I told my friend, Gabriel and we have plans to go to a club tonight. Gabriel is married and he is in support of me getting married too by letting go of the past.
But is it that easy?
Yes, it is.
I have let go totally but I would never believe in love, I would never be committed and I would never be married on my own free will.
As soon as Isabella with her long straight black hair and vivid blue eyes entered and began to stutter about her problems, I decided to use her problems to my advantage.
She needs my help and I need hers too. I expect her to understand. In fact, I am glad she is someone I can control. I am glad I don't need to go out in desperate search of a woman that I know absolutely nothing about.
Isabella is a striking-looking girl who is exceptional in her work. The only thing I hate about her that pisses me off is her clumsiness and I hope we can work together to make sure the marriage I am proposing to her looks real and then after a year, we would go our separate ways.
A year is enough to stop my mother from pestering me further. It is enough to prove a point to her.
I don't need a woman in my life. I am good this way.
But she doesn't understand that. She thinks I am still hurting from the death of Helena and our child, Susie. But I am not. I have healed from the hurt.
Isn't two years enough to heal from your wounds? Isn't it enough to make the scar oblivion like it never existed?
Time heals all wounds. I believe this and time has healed mine.
"What?!" She exclaims again, this time more loudly.
I watch her blue eyes piercing deep into me like she wants to read through me and know what I have in mind and why I am proposing this.
"Yes. Sit down!" I instruct sharply.
She blinks and rushes over to sit. I can see her hands trembling and her eyes turning red in anxiety.
I lean backward, watching and thinking of how it would be a success after a year. I know how calm Isabella can be and I'm sure we can pull this through.
"Are you calm now?" I demand impatiently and she nods vigorously.
"Good", I lean forward. She takes a large gulp and drops her hands to her lap. "This is going to be a contract marriage. I just want you to be my wife for just a year. After a year, I will pay you additional money and you can leave. In total, I will pay you $50,000- the first $25,000 will be as soon as the contract is signed and the next $25,000 will be after the marriage is over", I explain, expecting her to jump up in excitement that she will be free after a year and I will pay her handsomely.
But she isn't doing that. She looks scared. She looks like someone who is about to cry. She doesn't look excited about the idea of getting married to me in secrecy for a reason known to me alone and getting paid for doing that.
I sigh. "Do you understand?"
She shakes her head and a tear drops. I furrow my brows.
What the hell is this? Why the hell is she crying?
Anger courses through me and I am thinking of dismissing her when she raises her eyes to stare at me.
"Marriage? Why? Why me?" She wipes her years with the tip of her fingers.
"Are you in or not? Stop interrogating me!" I reply harshly.
I already said it is a contract marriage and it means a contract will be drawn for this purpose. She can go through the rules and regulations guiding the contract and if she isn't satisfied with any of them, she can inform me or decide not to do it.
What is the big deal anyway?
I am doing her a huge favor here and she ought to be grateful. Why is she behaving as if I am punishing her?
She shakes her head and my brows crease further in confusion.
"I'm sorry, sir", she apologizes for no reason. "I'm sorry, sir but I can't do that."
"Why?" I question with a frown on my face.
Why the hell is she rejecting an awesome offer like this? Does she even know what it means to get this huge money for just a year's job?
"I just can't", she sobs. "I can't get married if you need a contract…."
I begin to laugh, interrupting her from going further.
She can't marry me based on a contract? She wants to marry me because of what then?
Anger fills me up again and I slam my fist on the desk, making her bolt upright.
I ball my fist and watch her with a deadly look.
I regret putting this to her. I shouldn't have told her. I should have just stuck with the initial plan of going to a club with Gabriel later tonight or asking his wife to help me get one of her friends to be my wife for just a year.
"You know what?" I ask pointedly with a serious face. My hands shake in anger.
She bows her head, not wanting to look me in the face.
"Forget I said all of that", I say to her. "Get out!"
She hoists her head with disbelief skating her expression.
"Get out!" I hell, making her scurry to the door. She stands there for a while as if contemplating what to do with my offer.
Before I can shout at her once more to leave, she dashes out.
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
Jayden's POVSitting at the back of the Mercedes Benz driving me home and staring intently at the picture of my Assistant, Isabella Gracia Rodriguez, I expel a sigh of relief for choosing the right person.She is the right person for the job. Now I can see the reason why she doesn't have a boyfriend, her dress sense is totally out of it, and that needs to change.She is not the social type and this is the exact person I need, not some sophisticated, spoiled brat who would ruin everything for me and make it very difficult to end this facade of a marriage we are about to venture into.Isabella isn't going to be a difficult person and my mother might like her for not being social. This was one of the bones of contention between my mother and my late fiancée. She never told me anything but I knew it. Mother is good at hiding her emotions.I scroll down and begin to see more pictures of Isabella's ruffled gowns, tank tops and skirts, plain black gowns, and all sorts of unfashionable dress
Isabella's POV I squeeze my eyes shut as I pace our tiny living room, impatient for my boss's arrival. Grandma won't stop bombarding me with questions about why my boss decided to help me all of a sudden after I have always complained about how difficult he can be. I know her fear. She doesn't want me to end up on the wrong track and she feels men don't do things for free. They always want something in return. To escape from more questions now that she is finally back home after a successful surgery, I decided to do something which is to invite my boss over. First, I can't hide the fact that we will be getting married soon from my grandma. He wants us to be married as soon as possible. Second, I can no longer hide the fact that I now have enough to pay for our bills. I have settled the house rents, and the electricity bills, I have gotten new clothes for myself and grandma and I have sorted out other expenses, including stocking up the house with enough groceries. Another reason
Jayden's POVI stride out of the elevator the moment the door dings open, with my new Personal Assistant right behind me.Her name is Anna and she was recommended by my mother after I told her that my wife-to-be is Isabella and she would no longer be working for me again.I don't know what my mother thinks of the idea of getting married to Isabella, my Personal Assistant but I have the belief that my plan will work.I am doing this because of her after all and after a year just like the contract stated, Isabella and I will go our separate ways and that way, my mother will let me be and stop pestering me to get married again, and have kids.I have a feeling my mother recommended Anna for a reason and I am sure she is one of her friend's daughters. Anna doesn't look at all like someone who is in dire need of a job. She comes to work with a portable car and she dresses glamorous which makes me wonder why she is here in the first place.My instinct is telling me that my mother purposely