A Year With The Billionaire

Isabella's POV

Checking out myself in front of the mirror, my mind begins to drift back to what Sabrina said about how she failed to get jayden interested in her friend for the marriage contract.

I wish I could see what the woman looks like so I can compare myself to her. For me to see her, I need to become friends with Sabrina and I doubt if that is possible. I don't like people who talk too much and Sabrina seems like one. Additionally, she acts weird just like her husband.

I wonder what type of girls Jayden loves going out with. The class of girls is known as I told myself the other day. People like him go out with successful women or billionaire daughters; women who have something to invest in his businesses and not dumb-ass broke girls like me. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. Sabrina seems like a working-class lady and I'm sure her friend must also be a working-class woman, why didn't he accept her? Why did he choose me instead of her?

Is it the shape? I ask myself when I realize I have been standing in front of the mirror for over 5 minutes, doing absolutely nothing other than checking myself out in a bikini.

I have the right shape. A shape that can turn a man on but I doubt if Jayden is that type of man. This is what attracts most un-serious men to me. And what I actually wanted was a serious man who will put the ring on my finger within a few months of dating and I will be hooked forever.

What I never imagined was getting into a marriage of this sort. There was no dating, no proposal, and no consummation.

I sigh heavily and drop my hands to my waist.

Why the hell am I thinking of Jayden and the type of women he would love to date? If he is really interested in women, why did he marry me then? Is there a woman out there that he really likes and she isn't giving him attention? Am I here because he wants attention from her?

That is ridiculous!

I scoff within myself and turn my back to the mirror with folded arms and my face in a frown.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I shouldn't be bothered about why I am here. Jayden had told me already that we are married because of the pressure to get married coming from his mother. I should be satisfied with that answer and not doubt him.

itisn't any of my business if he is lying, is it? If he is indeed lying, then I am to be blamed because I didn't ask questions. before venturing into this.

For one last time, I expel a deep long sigh and grab a towel from the dresser before peeling my feet off the ground and heading for the door.

I am bored and I think a swim will make me less bored. I have been thinking of nothing and everything since Jayden left for work this morning. I wanted to visit Grandma but she told me she won't be home. I promised to send the guards tomorrow to help her with the packing.

I read a novel today and I just thought I should leave the other one and start tomorrow. I haven't been to Jayden’s office since the other time he almost caught me.

There is this fear that builds up in me anytime I think of going in there to find more answers. Apparently, he hasn't been using that office for a very long time, and going in there for me is like finding answers to the questions of the past.

When I saw the paper, I knew he wasn't gay. He is a straight guy but something is stopping him from wanting a real marriage and a real family.

Helena was her name.

She had something to do with him in the past. They loved each other. Jayden must have loved her so much.

The paper was full of love and emotions. I can't deny that. This is why I am curious to know who she is but I can't just ask him straight out about who Helena is.

He is going to think that I am invading his privacy by going into an office that has been closed for over two months.

I hope with time, I will get my kind of love. A pure, true one.

This is why I got books for myself from a store yesterday. New novels that would keep me busy so I don't have to be tempted to visit his office and pick out another book that might reveal more.

More answers.

I want them. So desperately. I want the answers. But I am afraid of what I would find and how Jayden would feel when he gets to know.

I step out of the front door and the evening air brush passes my face. Thankfully, my hair is packed in a ponytail. If it wasn't packed, a little brush of air will have it flying around my face.

I jog excitedly towards the pool and let go of the towel tied around my waist before diving in with a scream of excitement. “Wow!”

I feel good. The water is cool. Without wasting much of my time, I begin to swim from edge to edge, playing with the water with my two outstretched arms and forcing myself to laugh amidst the numerous water rushing into my nostrils.

When I get to the edge again, I pull out, breathing heavily and letting as much air flow through my nostril after the water is out.

I turn to the water, my hands holding onto the string and thinking of another style to do. Before I can dive in again, I hear a voice.

“What the hell are you doing in there?” Jayden questions with an unpleasant voice that makes me hang my hands in the air. I grip the string again and turn back slowly to face him. He is dressed the same way he was dressed before he left for work this morning.

Instead of jumping out of the pool because it is clear to the eyes that he doesn't like the idea, I furrow my brows, wondering why he is back home so early.

“Can't you answer me? What are you doing?” He growls loudly, making me blink once.

What is the use of a swimming pool? Isn't it for swimming? Why is he asking me such a question when it is obvious that I am swimming?

All thanks to him that I have no job and I am fu***ing bored every single day. If only he would allow me to work. I don't need to work with him anymore, I can go in search of another job.

“l am swimming, Jayden’, I reply calmly and find my way out of the pool. “Isn't that what it looks like?”

His icy glare pierces deep into me and I shiver a little because of the last statement. I have never spoken to him without respect and doing it now feels somehow.

just don't like the way he is asking such a ridiculous question.

When I turn to him again, he is still glaring with his arms around his bosom. His gaze shifts and he is examining me in the bikini.

I feel his eyes on me even before I notice he is actually watching me. I swallow a lump in my throat and bite my lips in nervousness.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Why is he staring down at me? Does he like me in bikinis? Do I look sexy to him? Does he like my shape?

“What in God's name is this? Are you kidding me?" He yells, startling me and jerking me out of my reverie.

I slap myself mentally for thinking of such things.

“Why the hell are you dressed this way?” He shouts again.

“Ym sorry’, I apologize earnestly. “There was nothing to do in the house, I was extremely bored and I thought the water will do a lot of good...”

“What good? Did you ask for permission before coming here to swim? And you are dressed this way like some...”

I raise a brow. What does he mean by asking for permission?

I know I am not his real wife but do I need to seek permission before using any gadgets or doing anything in this house? Really?

“Dressed like?" I repeat his last statement, waiting for him to finish up. Now that he has mentioned it, I believe the problem is what I am wearing. He doesn't like it. “Like a whore?”

He looks surprised but I can't tell if it is because I am speaking to him in this tone for the very first time or because I am saying something he didn’t mean to say.

“What? Of course not’, he takes his eyes off me, after I have already seen the flash of guilt on his face.

“No, it's fine’, I say casually like I am not hurt by any of his statements. Of course, I am hurt. My heart fucking hurts. Like hell. Maybe it's because I didn't expect all of these from me or because I expect so much from him.

Not this rude and arrogant behavior of his which he used to displace to me when I was his employee. I expected respect as his wie.

“We are going to have dinner with a friend and a business partner tonight, that is why I am home early’, he announce, as though I asked him a question.

I don't say anything. 1 just continue to stare at him.

“Change this thing you are wearing and change into something good so we can leave and come back early. I have a lot of work to do tonight’, he doesn't look remorseful as he speaks.

When he is done, he twirls around and leaves me standing there with my two hands trembling beside me and my mouth slightly parted as I feel a huge piece of my heart being stomped on.