Isabella's POVGrandma's hovering eyes are all over me, monitoring my every movement. She hasn't asked me a single thing since yesterday when Jayden came to tell her of his intentions to marry me in two weeks.I know she was shocked beyond words but her silence is killing me.As much as I don't want much interrogation, I want to know what she thinks and if she will support me.I can never tell her that this marriage is just for a year and there is a contract involved. She won't understand my reasons and she will be mad at me. How can I possibly tell her that I will be married for just a year, not because I love this man but because I need money from him? How can I tell her that I will be divorced after a year and then I can begin to start my life afresh?She would never understand that I am doing this for her and this is the sacrifice I am making for her to live again and be able to use her legs.She would never understand.She has always been dreaming of that day when I would come h

Isabella's POV Music blasts from the in-house where Juliet works part-time and I stroll in, shrugging off my tote bag and glancing around for her in the bar. There is a low-class club attached to the back of the bar and Juliet works inside mostly. She is charged with the duty of offering drinks to the clients inside the clubhouse. Not finding her in here, I know she must be inside the clubhouse, probably trying to persuade one of the men for a tip. My emotions are all over the place and I am trying so hard to calm myself down and search for a reasonable excuse for her actions. There is no excuse for what she did. No excuse for not informing me beforehand. I didn't tell her about my decision to become Jayden's wife over the phone because I wanted us to meet in person before telling her. She convinced me to give it a try and I wanted to see the proud smile on her face after revealing my decision to give it a try to her. To give being a billionaire's wife a try. For just a year.

Isabella's POVThe moment Grandma turns off the Television set to cut me short the movie program I am engrossed in while chewing on the homemade popcorn I prepared this morning, I know it is high time we spoke."Bella", she calls, dropping the remote control on the small stool beside her and turning to me.I chew on the remaining popcorn in my mouth and drop the bowl before facing her with a guilty look."I want you to tell me what is happening and why you are getting married", she goes straight to the point without beating about the bush.Feigning confusion with my forehead furrowed, I shake my head. "Why am I getting married? I thought we have talked about this already?""Yes, we did but I am still not fully convinced with all you told me", she declares openly, watching me intently for something to hold on to. Probably a flash of guilt. Or breaking down in tears and confessing my sins to her.But what will any of this do? What good will it bring? Nothing. Absolute nothing. Instead,

Isabella's POVStepping inside the church and walking slowly towards the altar without a best lady but my arms entangled with my Grandma's, the groom of the day is patiently standing on the wedding arbor for the bride.I am holding flowers with a transparent veil covering my face. My head is lowered in shame and guilt.Shame that this isn't my dream. The shame of doing this and not being courageous enough to back out at the last minute to tell Grandma what this is all about, and wait for the man for me. The man who would be waiting at the altar for me with anticipation of me becoming his bride. A man who would love me for the depth of his heart and would never do anything to make me sad or cry.Guilt for letting Grandma do this. Guilt for not telling her the truth. Guilt for lying to her all through till this day. Juliet never came. She didn't show up for the preparations. She didn't call to apologize for what she did, leaving me with no one to stand in for me as my maid of honorI

Isabella's POV"Mother?!" I gasp as a tear rolls down my eyes when I hoist my head to lock eyes with her blazing red face."How dare you lie to me, Bella? How dare you?!" She yells, her hands shaking with tears streaming down her eyes."Grandma", I hear Jayden call before he steps in beside me. My face stings and I shift my gaze to Juliet.She has a proud smirk on her face and she winks at me.Bitch!"Don't you dare talk to me, you idiot", she attacks Jayden too. "How dare you lure her into a deceitful affair such as this? How dare you!" She grabs at his shirt."Mother, stop it", I try to take her hands off him while he is standing calmly as though nothing is happening. "Please stop it."I succeed in taking her hands off him as she glares at him in anger.The maids appear from the door which opens right behind Jayden and they all come out, looking from me to the others with curiosity written all over them. It is apparent that all is not well and they want to know what is happening on