All Chapters of The Billionaire She Sent To Prison: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

There are three hundred and fifty-one days more to go. It had been two weeks since Lydia's unfortunate imprisonment called marriage to Jayden White, the devil himself. She had stood at the window every day, every day watching to see if Jayden would return, but every day in the last thirteen had ended with no sign of him. His absence would have brought her peace if she didn't know he planned to destroy her.The days had been slow, the clock counted down at a slower pace, and yesterday had gone down the slowest, which drove her insane. Jayden White had left thirteen days ago after their fight and hadn't come back, and everyone working in the house had continued as if nothing was wrong. It seemed they were already used to his absence. The penthouse had always represented glamour and wealth, but in Lydia's reality, it was a prison.She had consoled herself by thinking about the one-million-dollar compensation, which she broke down to $2739 per day and $114 per hour. She kept her mind on t

The drive to the Lockwood grand hall, where this year's business people submit took 36 minutes, and they arrived at 7:40 p.m. Lydia didn't know if this meant they were early or late, but she found other attendees entering the hall and assumed they were early. Adam opened the door of the Rolls Royce, and Lydia found Jayden not only out of the car but standing before her with his hand stretched to help her out. She reluctantly gave him his hand and felt the charge run through her as they touched, but she brushed the feeling away, and if Jayden felt anything, he didn't behave like he did. Her legs touched the ground, and without giving her a second to adjust, Jayden closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. Lydia immediately trembled, unable to play off or ignore the effect of his closeness and touch anymore. "Are you okay?" Jayden asked. She glanced up and found his intense gaze on her. Lydia looked away and cleared her throat to ease the awkwardness. "I'm

Lydia emptied the glass of wine Jayden had handed her a few minutes ago into her mouth as she watched him disappear into the hallway to the bathroom. She wished she could say she felt better in his absence, but she didn't. She felt out of place and knew she didn't belong here. If only leaving was an option she could take, she would have; sadly, it wasn't.Learning that Jayden White was in the real estate business surprised Lydia because whenever she had thought about him in the last weeks, she didn't see him as having an everyday business. A mafia or drug lord would have been accepted, not real estate. Perhaps she was harsh in her judgment, but he wasn't a decent man, so she expected his business to portray that part of him. She had been in the real estate business for more than three years, working with Jakob Investment, the leading real estate company in the country, and knew little about White Estate. She should have known more; her ignorance of simple things now annoyed her. She

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