The Billionaire She Sent To Prison

"I thought you wanted me to come and celebrate with you, Mother." Lydia said, her eyes welled up because her fiancé' mother, who was celebrating her 55th birthday, just told her she wasn't invited. Hanna Chester's fiery gaze burnt so hot that Lydia fell on fire from her head to her toe. Hanna's desire to harm her was evident, yet she couldn't take the chance of others witnessing it. Lydia's words seemed to have had a more negative effect than she expected. "I am not your whore of a mother! You know the door. See yourself out." Hanna said harshly and walked back from her. A tear slid down Lydia's face after being disgraced by Hanna Chester, her fiance's mother, and it was too much to bear. She felt hurt when Anthony told her Hanna had thrown a family-only party, which meant she wasn't invited, and it made her feel like she wasn't a part of the family despite everything she had done for them and endured over the years. When she finally received a mail invitation to the party this m

Lydia blinked a few times before she grinned and lost it. She didn't think she had the strength to laugh, but that was what she did. She chuckled and clenched down on her stomach, shaking her head.Just when she thought yesterday was the end to all her insanities, today presented itself with this stranger proposing marriage to her. It had to be a joke, she believed.His brows pulled together into a frown. "What is so funny, Miss Mars?"She held her hand out and shook her head, brushing the few tears that rolled down her face with the back of her hand and looked at him.He wasn't laughing, and this made her laughter die down. He was serious—or was waiting for the perfect moment to pull the gotcha card."I am sorry," she said, clearing her throat. "I thought you said you wanted to marry me. That is funny; you've got to see that, right?" She finished, still fighting a chuckle that now caused her head to ache.He didn't seem to have seen anything funny in that. "I am not here to joke with

Lydia had rejected Jayden White's offer earlier because she believed she would somehow find her way out of this situation. Even if help would come another way, there was no guarantee she would live to see it, not with the turn of things. She had two choices: accept his offer or return to face the two monsters in her cell, called women. She had to swallow her pride and worth; this was now a matter of life and death. Yes, she didn't know the stranger well, but from what she observed about him earlier, she knew he had enough money and could use a little of that.Lydia picked up the telephone, and her still-trembling hand dialled the numbers in shame. She held the phone to her ear and waited as it rang three times before being picked up. "Miss Mars." Jayden White's voice was calm and collected as always, sending chills through her.He knew she would call; he knew she would reach out. It felt almost like he had planned it all out, but it didn't matter; she needed this."I agree to your of

Lydia stepped out of the registrar's office and walked towards Jayden White, who stood leaning against the wall with his hand in his pocket. He had now removed his suit and hung it over his shoulder, leaving him in his black long-sleeve. His head, resting against the wall, was tilted so that his eyes stared at the ceiling. Even though this man wasn't looking at her, he affected her in ways she couldn't explain. His sun-kissed skin was the definition of perfectly toned, and Lydia caught herself longing to run her hand over his face. The memory of the kiss they had shared in the registry office rushed into her mind, and she licked her dry bottom lip. It felt good—too good she wanted a do-over.She scolded herself for thinking about him that way because they didn't have such a relationship; he wasn't the type of man she usually went for, and she still didn't know what plans he had for her. She couldn't lose focus just because the kiss they shared in the registrar's office was her best kis

After another seven minutes of driving, the car pulled up, and the day had gone much darker. Adam opened the door and once again helped her out and onto her feet. Lydia glanced up at the massive, luxurious penthouse standing before her, tall and elegant, with a wide, opened window that had nothing to hide. It screamed money—not the one the Chesters had, but a different one—the one that didn't need much to show off because it was confident enough in its luxury.She knew he was rich when she saw the Rolls-Royce this afternoon, but how rich was he? Who is Jayden White, and how powerful is he?Jayden White was a powerful drug lord, so powerful that the justice system had failed to put him away. This was what she knew about him so far.Lydia didn't know what to make of this elegant structure illuminated by bright lights, but one thing was sure: this would be her prison for the next three hundred and sixty-five days."Can you walk?" Adam asked from beside her, and Lydia glanced at the older