Jayden still had three more reports to assess when the door to his office flew open, forcing him to look up to see who it might be. He found Maxwell Fitzgerald, his best friend of over a decade, standing in his office looking like a fire-breathing bull, ready to spear him out of his seventh-floor office. Jayden knew Oliver's reaction at the business people submit was mild compared to what Max's reaction would be, and he was right. Oliver was his friend and a part of the troublemakers' cliques, but Max was Jayden's best friend, and they had never kept anything from each other until now.Max has been away with Nina, his girlfriend, in the past week, celebrating their sixth month together as a couple, and from Jayden's calculation, they arrived this morning. Judging from his green polo and black jeans, Jayden was safe to assume that Max had arrived from the airport instead of going home with Nina.Jayden set his pen down and leaned back on his seat to acknowledge his friend's presence. "
Lydia had kept a close eye to ensure everything fell into place. In the morning, Ingrid would come to her door and request that she take a bath at precisely 7:04 a.m. and have breakfast ready between 7:30 a.m. and 8 a.m., depending on how long she would spend in the bathroom.Breakfast would take thirty minutes downstairs, and Ingrid would escort her back to her room. Next was lunch, which would be at precisely 1:15 p.m. every day, and that would take between twenty and thirty minutes like other days, then leave for her room. She would remain in her room until Ingrid returned at 4 p.m. to take her for a walk, which Jayden had permitted her to go on since the past week. Her walk would last for approximately thirty minutes, and then she would return inside while Ingrid joined the cook, making dinner in the kitchen. Dinner was usually at 6:55 p.m. and would take not less than thirty minutes; most times, Jayden made himself available. However, she didn't need to calculate the dinner for h
Gail White, Jayden's mother, had abandoned both him and his younger siblings with their father twenty years ago. Sarah Lane, their aunt, who was a young widow, became their guardian twelve years ago after the death of their father. She took them in as her own, caring for them and never relenting in showing support the best way she could for all three.They had all grown to regard her as the mother they never had. Sarah had a weak heart all her life, and it had gotten worse during Jayden's trial two years ago. However, because of the pressure on the ground, Sarah kept the illness to herself, only speaking about it when Jayden was in prison after passing out at work.Jayden wanted to be there for her just as she had been there for him and his siblings, but he failed. He would go on to spend over a year in prison while his aunt rutted in the hospital ward, her condition deteriorating with every day that went by. When he came out of prison, and he visited her in the hospital, she couldn't
The truck came to a stop after over an hour of driving, and Lydia saw the name of the bank that looked so familiar. "Is this the one?" the middle-aged truck driver who had introduced himself to Lydia as Benard Woods asked.Lydia told him she needed his help when she stopped him on the road after walking for under thirty minutes. When he asked where she was coming from and going, she told him she was running away from her abusive husband and was going to the bank to get the money she needed to run away. At first, she wanted to lie, but she decided against it. Benard then told her to enter the car, promising to drop her where she needed to go before continuing his journey.On the drive, he told her about his family, having grown up in an abusive household where his father would constantly beat his mother before she finally stood up to him. Lydia's case wasn't the same. She wasn't running away because her abuse was as severe as the one Benard's mom experienced; it wasn't close, but she
It had been an hour and fifteen minutes since Lydia came to the boarding transit, waiting for the train that had been said to leave in one hour and thirty minutes when she arrived. That left her with less than fifteen minutes before she would leave. Lydia chose to wait after she was told the departure time because the option of going back home wasn't one she had. She had lived in Boston with Kevin after they ran away from their parents; this became their home, and for the next couple of years that would pass, that saying would be true. Even after getting her degree, she returned to be close to what she considered home, but she had no home in Boston anymore. Jayden White was right; she had no one, friend, or brother. There was no reason to stay.Her mind returned to the penthouse where she had run away from, thinking about what would be going through the minds of the maids and workers at the house. She wondered if Jayden already knew and couldn't help wanting to see the look that would
Lydia's eyes snapped open, and her eyes fixed on the familiar ceiling. It took a moment, but she finally figured out that she was back in her room at the penthouse. She sat up immediately and placed her hand on her head, trying to remember how she landed here. She remembered getting away from here; her great escape was successful, so how was she back here in this hell? Was it all a dream? Did she dream of everything? It felt too real to be a dream. She glanced down at herself and saw she was still in the clothes she ran away with, but her shoes were off, so it wasn't a dream. She plunged deep into her mind, and the memories returned like a flood.Adam.He brought her back. His boss told him to, and that was what he did.Jayden White.He would be mad at her for sure and would want to exact punishment on her for running away. That caused her significant ache and discomfort."I'm going to die here." She whimpered out and pressed her hand against her raging heart.Still, she didn't under
Following Jayden's words, Lydia returned to her room to get dressed in a black dress she found in her wardrobe. Thirty minutes later, she was dressed and down to meet Jayden, who seemed to have never left his spot in the living room, and together they drove off. Jayden handed her a card with words written on it while they rode to the cemetery."What do I do with it?""Memorise those words; you will need to say a few of them," he replied.She glanced at the card with more than a few sentences written and then back at Jayden. "I won't be able to memorise them with how little time I have.""That is not my business. If you hadn't run away yesterday, you would have gotten them then." He replied nonchalantly.She glared at him and wished she could set him on fire with her gaze.The car pulled up in front of the cemetery, and Lydia stepped down but avoided Adam's gaze; neither did she say anything to him. Jayden walked over to her and offered her his hand, which she reluctantly took, and tog
Lydia gulped the glass of wine in her hand and stepped away from the corner and towards Jayden, who spoke with Aunt Sarah's long-time best friend of thirty years, Betty Pierce while holding a glass of whisky in his hand. The older woman with beautiful grey hair falling over her shoulder turned her attention to Lydia as she noticed her approach, and her eyes warmed up.Jayden noticed the change in the older woman's expression, and his head turned to find Lydia. Unlike Betty, Jayden's expression didn't soften at her sight; if anything, it hardened with suspicion."I'm certain Sarah would have loved her had she gotten to meet her," Betty gushed helplessly. "She is so beautiful."Lydia's head dropped at Betty's flattery. She hadn't been called beautiful in years, and hearing those words warmed her up from the inside out. She didn't even know if she was beautiful anymore."Thank you, Mrs. Pierce," Lydia replied, her cheeks still warm."Call me Betty." The older woman encouraged, reaching o