A YEAR WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

Jayden's POVIt's been two years already.Two f***ing years of torture. Two years since she died with my baby.I have been through the phase of remembering the memories of the night we spent together and what led to our quarrel before death took her away. It's been nothing but pure torture and hatred for myself and what I represent.I still blame myself for her death.If only I had listened to her, if only I had given up on the dangerous family business like she used to call it, maybe this wouldn't have happened and we would still be together with our child.But I didn't. I was too stubborn to let go of the life I have been brought up into. My Father was the Mafia Leader. I was trained to become one too but Helena was in the way. She hated what we do with passion. She wanted me to cut ties with anything that will make me go into it. It was hard for me. I loved what we did. I loved being in control. I loved punishing the offenders.Helena hated it till death. Now I have abandoned eve

Jayden's POV Loud music blasts into my ears the moment I step into the club.The last time I came here was long before Helena died. I usually frequent this place just to have fun with my friends and with new business partners and clients. This is where we come for relaxation after days of hard work.But I stopped coming, just like I stopped every other thing that interested me since Helena died.I stopped being friends with almost all the guys that made up the Billionaire's Club and the Private Member's Club. I pushed all of them away but Gabriel wouldn't budge.Coming back here after several years of being away, a wave of nostalgia hits me hard as I remember all that we shared in this same club with different business-minded men who have come from different backgrounds with one sole aim; success.I love being a part of the club because of their thirst for more wealth, power and more success. Every one of us wanted to keep topping the rankings of the billionaire members in New York.

Jayden's POVTapping my feet impatiently on the polished hard floor, the elevator door dings open and I stroll out with my briefcase.I take long eager strides towards my office, wanting to get in, call Isabella and force her to do my bidding. She is my employee and this is just like every normal job I can force her to do for me in the office.I can't possibly make do with all these girls throwing themselves at me to eventually seduce me to their bed and ruin my vows.I can't do that. Isabella is the woman I need. She is the one I need for one year. She is submissive and controllable. Shaking my head at the thought of trying once more to get a girl, probably from a church or a dating site, I enter the office, ignoring the greetings of a staff member who walked past me.I stride to the high-backed office chair and slouch in before tapping on the intercom. It rings for a while before she picks it up."Come to my office now!" I command with implacable authority.After dropping the recei

Jayden's POVSitting at the back of the Mercedes Benz driving me home and staring intently at the picture of my Assistant, Isabella Gracia Rodriguez, I expel a sigh of relief for choosing the right person.She is the right person for the job. Now I can see the reason why she doesn't have a boyfriend, her dress sense is totally out of it, and that needs to change.She is not the social type and this is the exact person I need, not some sophisticated, spoiled brat who would ruin everything for me and make it very difficult to end this facade of a marriage we are about to venture into.Isabella isn't going to be a difficult person and my mother might like her for not being social. This was one of the bones of contention between my mother and my late fiancée. She never told me anything but I knew it. Mother is good at hiding her emotions.I scroll down and begin to see more pictures of Isabella's ruffled gowns, tank tops and skirts, plain black gowns, and all sorts of unfashionable dress

Jayden's POVI stride out of the elevator the moment the door dings open, with my new Personal Assistant right behind me.Her name is Anna and she was recommended by my mother after I told her that my wife-to-be is Isabella and she would no longer be working for me again.I don't know what my mother thinks of the idea of getting married to Isabella, my Personal Assistant but I have the belief that my plan will work.I am doing this because of her after all and after a year just like the contract stated, Isabella and I will go our separate ways and that way, my mother will let me be and stop pestering me to get married again, and have kids.I have a feeling my mother recommended Anna for a reason and I am sure she is one of her friend's daughters. Anna doesn't look at all like someone who is in dire need of a job. She comes to work with a portable car and she dresses glamorous which makes me wonder why she is here in the first place.My instinct is telling me that my mother purposely