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 you, Ms. Lydia; I have a better use of my time than that. I came here to tell you what you are up against and propose a way out for you, which is through marrying me." Her smile vanished instantly, and now her mouth hung open as his words replayed in her head over and over. "Why would I marry you? I don't even know you." He stared at her blankly, "It doesn't matter if you know me or not; I am the only one who can save you from this pit. I don't see any other way out for you, and this is a generous offer considering what you have done," he said. Lydia swallowed, her throat dry. "If you wanted to be generous, you would have just dropped the charges because you know I didn't steal anything, but you are not here to do that; you are here for something else. If you think that's what being generous entails, you haven't opened a dictionary in a while." Jayden's eyes flickered at her last sentence, and his hands on the table clenched. The sudden change in his demeanour sent chills through her, and she trembled. This man looked dangerous, and she had gotten on his last nerve with her words. "You are not in the place to be throwing words around; you do not have that luxury. You should be on your knees, thanking me for this offer of freedom; not many are privileged to have it." He said, his voice oozing arrogance and pride. Lydia kneaded the space between her brows and snuck a glance at him because she couldn't believe those words had come out of his mouth. "You might be rich and sophisticated, but you do not know me. You don't know what I am about or who I am." She said, holding onto the last shred of pride. There were things she considered sacred and wouldn't change, one of which was marriage. Jumping into it with a stranger she knew nothing about was foolishness of the first order. She still had a little dignity left. A coy smile appeared on his face, and his mouth twitched to the side. "Oh, I know all I need to know, Lydia Naomi Mars. For example, I know you are a 25-year-old graduate of NYU with a degree in estate planning and rural development. I know you and your brother Kevin Mars ran away from Claris and Michael Mars, your abusive parents when you were fourteen, and he was seventeen, but over the years, he has become like your parents: a terrible gambler, a drunk, and an abuser. You have been in a relationship with Anthony Chester for three years, and judging from the fact that he hasn't bailed you out since yesterday, it tells me whatever you had with him is over. That also means you have lost your job because Anthony Chester was your boss. Right now, you are counting on your drunk and abusive brother to come and bail you out, but I know he will most likely gamble away any money he'll make before thinking about you. Even if he didn't gamble away his money and decide to help you, he is not in the state and won't be back in the next three months. Unless you have the bail money which the judge set to four thousand dollars thirty minutes ago in your possession, and I highly doubt you do, you will remain here until the trial begins, and when you are found guilty, you will lose your freedom, voice, and rights. I have been watching you since you stepped into this waiting room, and I can tell you for a fact that you will not survive a day in prison. So, instead of arguing with your only way out of the path ahead of you, you can accept my offer with a bit of gratitude." Lydia's cheeks burned with humiliation, and she pressed her trembling lips together, forcing herself to remain silent. He knew a lot about her, maybe even more than she needed him to, and she didn't know a thing about him except for his name and the fact that he looked familiar. "You did your research on me." She managed to say after a minute of silence, blinking back the tears that almost blurred her vision. "I did," he replied, pushing the document before him towards her. Lydia glanced at it and looked back at him. "You still have yet to tell me what you hope to gain for yourself." He leaned back and folded his hand over his chest, and this flexed his muscles underneath his white long-sleeve shirt. "Like I told you, I am being generous." He replied, watching her with keen eyes as her wall crumbled. That was a bullshit response, and she may not know him well, but she knew this fact. "Do you tell yourself that so you can sleep better at night?" She bit out, her sudden anger getting the better of her. His eyes switched from victorious to attacking in under a second. "It doesn't matter how I sleep; I slept better than you last night," he shot back, his tone acidic. "And as long as you remain here, I will sleep better than you." He was as cruel as he was petty, and she didn't know why. Why did this stranger want to marry her? Lydia entered her relationship with Anthony, knowing he didn't care much for her, and it was filled with regret in the end; she couldn't throw herself into it again. She cleared her throat and pushed the document back towards him, and with her head held high, she dragged herself up, holding onto the last shred of dignity she had. Lydia watched her in silence. She knew he came here for one answer and one answer alone. He looked like a man used to getting his way in everything, and even now, he wanted her to give in to his demand. He was right to hope; her back was against the wall with no way out of sight, but she hoped to disappoint him. "Thank you for your most generous offer, Mr. Stranger, but I must decline. I'd say have a nice day, but I don't know how many people you have annoyed with your words and presence, so have the day you deserve." She walked to the door and banged on it. Lydia wanted to say more; she wanted to cuss and throw hands or legs, but she knew she would regret that for the rest of her life. Officer Jackson opened the door seconds later and led her back into her cell.Lydia lay on the long bench in the cell with her face towards the ceiling as she reflected on her conversation with Mister Jayden White.Marriage for her freedom wasn't marriage, and it wasn't an option. She had always believed love should be the only reason anyone should marry, and that hadn't changed yet.She snapped out of her thoughts when the cell bars unlocked and opened. Her eyes darted to the bars, and she saw the officer standing before two women about to enter the cell. The black-haired woman to his left wore a black crazy jean, and her hair looked too messy for the morning. She stood almost the same height and size as Officer Jackson and looked terrifying. Her mascara looked messy and scary, and the way she stared at Lydia made her tremble inside in fear. The brunette woman on his right looked more decent in her sundress and black hose. She, however, had a creepy smile on her face, and the mischievousness of it also ticked Lydia off in the wrong way.Officer Jackson stepped
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
The registrar, Mister McAlester, oriented them on what a sacred vow the oath of marriage was for the first five minutes after Lydia and Jayden stepped into his office."Do you understand all this?" Mister McAlester asked, his grey eyes darting between them."Yes," Jayden replied, and when she remained silent, his head turned to her. His already intimidating eyes hardened on her, and they silently told her to answer the question."Yes, I do, too." She replied in a small voice.The registrar nodded. "Okay, then that's good. Do you have your oaths, or shall we go with the one designed by the marriage registry?" He asked."We do not have any vows written out," Jayden answered, reaching out to place his hand on Lydia's, patting it a little. She shook her head, unsure if she was also supposed to respond."Then we will use the one designed by the marriage registry." Mister McAlester said and picked up the file before him, which had the names and information they filled out when they entered
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
Flashback to two years ago.Lydia noticed the distressed look on Anthony’s face as he stepped into her office. She had never seen him this defeated since they began dating. He always wore a happy face, which was new to her; nevertheless, her job as a girlfriend was to lessen his burden if possible and console him.“What’s wrong?” she asked, rising to her feet.“I think we are going to lose.”“Lose?” She echoed it, lost as to what he was talking about.“Do you remember the Boston drug trafficking case on trial?”Anthony had asked her to accompany him to Boston for their nine-month anniversary, and it was meant to be a week of no work, but he had taken her along to a quick business deal. Lydia had wandered around and entered an office with a ‘Love match’ tag on the door, only to find it stacked with cocaine. She knew it was cocaine because she had watched her parents abuse it as a child, and as an adult, she watched her brother abuse it.She had run away before anyone could see her, and
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
Lydia drew a sharp breath at the sight of the man who had intruded on her space and immediately felt a new wave of fear. Surprise had her in a chokehold because she didn't anticipate this visit even though she should have. Was he here before she stepped out of the bathroom minutes ago to change, or did he come after? If he came in after, why didn't she hear the door open and the footstep that followed? And if he came before, did that mean he saw her nakedness? The thought of being seen by him sent an alarm through her head, and she felt uncomfortable.She had seen different sides of him today but never faced any of those in a physically vulnerable place. Vulnerable because this was the first time since meeting him that she was truly alone, and this man who terrified the very essence of her being stood feet away, staring at her like a lion stares at its prey before it devours them. She was no more than a prey with strength as frail as a worm."What are you doing in my room?" she demand
FlashbackA loud bang came on Jayden's prison cell, and he shook and pulled himself onto his elbow to see what the noise was about for an early morning. He found Finley Trump, the warder, standing before his cell, opening it up."Get up; you have a visitor." He said with a nonchalant tone."Who has a visitor?" Jayden's cellmate, Viktor Wade, asked from the lower bunk where he stayed.Finley glared at him for even asking. "You know who has a visitor because no one is coming for your ass." He replied harshly.Jayden didn't need to be told twice before he climbed off the bed and over to Finley, who put the cuffs on his wrist. He turned to Viktor, who seemed affected by the warder's harsh response and gave him an apologetic look before leaving."Who is waiting for me, sir?" Jayden asked, his curiosity getting the better of him."You will see when you get there," Finley replied grumpily, and from there on, they walked in silence.As they entered the visitor's room, Jayden found Rosie Queen