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
A small knock came over to the door, and it opened a few seconds later. Lydia didn't turn around to see who it was but figured if it were Ingrid, she would speak up.Just as expected, Ingrid spoke up. "Dinner is ready, ma'am," she said."Give me a minute." She pulled herself up from the bed she had laid on since returning with Miles hours ago and followed behind Ingrid.They came downstairs, and she found Jayden seated at the table, a sight she hadn't seen in a while. His presence at dinner began to decline after they slept together and had carried on until this point. For the past few days, she hadn't seen him, and now, suddenly, he returned to the table after what happened at the office. She would have felt horrible if she hadn't seen what she saw at the office."Good evening." She greeted him as she took her seat at the dinner table."Good evening," Jayden replied, and like always, they both returned to silence.Mark served the delicious meal before them, and in silence, they ate i
The gazes of the three ladies around her came to rest on her, and they looked to have been swept away for whatever reason Lydia didn't know. She knew what she said, and nothing warranted the look they were all giving her now.Grace clamped her hands and brought them up to rub her face, holding the biggest look of adoration among the three, "Aww, to love and be loved." she cooed, her smile beaming.Lydia almost said she didn't love Jayden White, but she pressed her lips together; that was the point-they were to pretend like they were in love. The only problem about that was she wasn't pretending; everything she just said and the manner in which she said it was not an act, so how could Grace mistake it for love?Except it was, and that scared her more than she thought it would. These past few weeks have been a rollercoaster. Was that why being ignored by him, for the most part, hurt? She had no understanding why that was; Jayden hadn't changed his behaviour, but her feelings for him had
Time flies, especially when you don’t want it to. Three weeks had gone by, and a lot had happened. Going back to work felt like ease. She resumed her role like nothing had happened, and though there were whispers behind her back, none dared bring it to her face. She wasn’t just their boss; she was Mrs. White, the wife of Jayden White, the owner of the White estate company. Many bestowed their fear of Jayden onto her, and as much as it helped keep unneeded attention away, she wasn’t that kind of person. She didn’t rejoice that others feared her, and she was sure the same could be said about Jayden. They had a preconceived notion about him, and he didn’t look willing to address it, just like he never corrected her when she thought the worst of him. After she returned to the office, the police reached out to her so she could recount her testimony of the incident that took place four weeks ago for further pushing their investigation. Though Lydia told the police she had been there to mee
The rich masculine smell was the first thing to fill Lydia's nose as her consciousness returned, and she wanted to bury herself further into it and never get up. Her eyes opened and fixed on the ceiling, unable to think of anything else but what she knew happened last night. They had gotten intimate, and she had shown Jayden all of her, and he did the same. Her body experienced heights she didn't think existed at his hands-heights she never knew about, and it felt as though it was his calling. The man Jayden White had owned her last night; every part of her body bore witness to his authority and control, and he knew just what to do with his mouth, his hands, and his tongue. She didn't want to think about it for fear of wanting more; it was that good. She turned to the side of the bed where he had laid last night after he took everything she had to offer, but it was empty.He was gone, and the realisation made her heart ache a little. Last night wasn't supposed to happen-it wasn't supp
Lydia reflected on everything throughout the drive back home. She hadn't been here in five days, and though she was returning because Miles had awakened, there was a long way from how she once felt. Jayden was still angry with her, and he might even hate her as he should. There were many things to apologise for; being stupid was one of them. Anthony had capitalised on her stupidity three years ago, and that's the same thing that had happened last week.There was no way of undoing what had already been done; the only way out of it was through, one step at a time while hoping for the best.The car came to a stop in front of the house, and George opened the door for her. She stepped down, and he went to the boot to pull out the carry bag with all her essentials and followed her with it. Lydia pushed open the front door and stepped into the house, and there she found Ingrid descending the stairs.A smile crossed the young maid's face, probably noting that her presence also meant Miles had
Guilt. Those five words should be longer for the effect they have on the human heart. It was what Lydia felt throughout the next few days that followed. She remained at the hospital where Miles stayed after his emergency surgery to remove the bullet, which was successful.Miles' wife and his seven-year-old son had arrived at the hospital the following day as they lived in another state. They came to be with him and did not leave his side. The doctors informed them he would regain consciousness any moment now, and they all looked forward to it. Phoebe was a friendly, kind and welcoming woman, and his son Andrew had been such an amazing company. They asked her to go home four days ago after they arrived, and she told them she wouldn't be able to go home until he regained consciousness. That was the punishment for her stubbornness. She had risked the safety and comfort of Phoebe and the future of Andrew by not thinking about her decision; this was the reminder.Jayden had also visited, a
Blood coursed through Jayden's veins, and every word he uttered made his heart beat even faster. He wanted to hurt her; he wanted to cause her as much discomfort as she caused him and make her suffer and feel the full extent of his wrath. The last thing he expected was a call from George telling him everything that had happened and how Lydia had gotten them into it, and so instead of coming home like the three were supposed to, they were now in the hospital. If she was there to meet Anthony and almost got shot instead, it meant the snake of a man had tried to wipe her out, wanting to keep the truth a secret. He would bury Anthony for this and make sure he would never see the light of day, both he and his boss, Killian Jakob. They would regret the day they crossed him. Jayden felt so angry on the way over that he blacked out a few times. Good thing Adam had chosen to drive him because he wouldn't have been able to do that himself without running the risk of an accident. After he arr
Lydia stayed in the waiting room of St. Donald Hospital with her head buried in her palm. Her shirt had blood stains and needed to be changed, but she didn't care. It had been over twenty minutes since their arrival, and she still couldn't get past what had happened. One minute, everything was fine, and the next minute, nothing was okay. She had never seen such a terrifying sight in all her life. Miles had dropped to the ground, bleeding from his mouth, and she had screamed at the top of her voice in fear and terror, fearing the worst had happened to him.George was quick because he was already reversing the car to where they were even before she noticed Miles' wounds. He came to them on the ground and helped Miles into the car before driving off. He had instructed her to put pressure on the wound on Miles' side, and she had taken off her jacket to do that. Miles was barely unconscious, and Lydia prayed, begging him to hold on even as he lost more blood.George drove with rage and muc
Jayden had said many things at dinner yesterday, one of which was asking her to take accountability for her lies that sent him to jail. Mary had also called her a liar when she found out Lydia had been the one whose testimony put Jayden in jail. The older woman was convinced that her testimony was falsified against Jayden but it wasn't. Lydia testified to what she saw—what she saw when she went with Anthony to the White Estate company building. Jayden believed she lied and had not changed his conviction, and so did Mary; then, perhaps there was more to this than she knew. What if what she knew was a lie? What if it was all set up? What if she was also bait in the grand scheme? She would have said Anthony wouldn't do such a cruel thing to her, but that man had no integrity or moral compass and would gladly do anything to get ahead. She heeded to confront him and look him in the eyes while she accused him of using her to frame Jayden White for a crime he didn't commit. This way, she wo