Jayden's POVIt had already been about two hours since we departed from New York to the Philippines in a private aeroplane owned by the Casellas. It was pretty much luxurious and expensive.
This trip was very important for Kyra. She rarely talked about her dad, but I knew she loved him. She just wasn't ready to open up about her past and losing her dad.
I didn't judge her. I knew the pain and how horrible it felt. I still found it hard to talk about my mother to anyone without tearing up or falling into a depression of constant questions and regrets.
I sat with Dad who was going through a poetry book. Kyra and Flavia sat opposite us, talking. Flavia held Kyra's hand the whole time. She did mention she wasn't that fond of flying.
She was doing much better over the past few days. She was working really hard on both her physical and mental health, her medical report bearing witness to it.
I kept on looking at her every now and then. She was beautiful and amazing in many ways even my words couldn't describe. She made me want to picture a forever for us, with children and happiness.
For sure she'd make an amazing mother to our children. She was an excellent wife. She wasn't a gold digger. Despite being rich from both marriage and her family, she was down to earth and never a materialistic person.
She valued her relationships with the people around her. I couldn't think of any flaws she had. She did have her flaws like everyone, but her perfections overshadowed her imperfections.
"She's beautiful, right?" Dad asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I pretended to focus on the magazine I had in my hands. He chuckled and closed his book.
"You keep on staring at her, Jay," he commented softly, turning to me.
"I wasn't staring at her. I was just checking if she's okay," I lied. The two ladies were deep in conversation. They couldn't hear what we were saying, plus we were speaking softly.
"I'm your father, Jayden. I know you better than you think. I've known you all your life," he said, taking away my magazine. I just sighed as he put it away.
"Let's talk about it," he offered, putting his hand on top of mine on the armrest.
"I don't really know what to say or where to start. It's just been a complicated phase of my life."
"We can start with you answering a question you never answered. Remember when I started living with you I suggested that Kyra should be free to date and you opposed the suggestion. You said you'd give a valid reason. I didn't forget. I still need the answer."
"You said you know me, Dad. Should I really say it?" I asked, feeling like he already knew the answer. I never talked to him about my relationship with Kyra, but I had to. He always gave the best advise.
"I want to hear you say it," he insisted. I looked at Kyra. She was laughing at something her mom said. Her laugh warmed my heart.
"I can't watch her be with another man. I'm jealous, Dad. I don't wanna share her with anyone. I just can't bear the idea of another man enjoying all the fun and cuteness that is part of her. She's my wife, I don't want anyone else to put his hands on her or love her," I told him honestly, opening my heart to him.
"Do you think it's fair on her side?" he asked, looking at her. He turned back to me.
"Is she happy with your relationship with Kylie or she just pretends to be okay with it for your sake?" he asked the question that I tried to avoid asking myself over and over again.
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The Billionaire's Extraordinary Romance
RomanceNo one deserves to be stuck in a complicated love triangle with their arranged husband and his girlfriend, especially not Kyra Casella, a broken young woman longing for nothing but a little bit of love and affection after years of being abused and b...