Adrian Vale
His name was Adrian Vale — heir to a fortune, son of parents who treated marriage like a business transaction, and the man you were promised to long before you ever learned what the word love even meant. The kind of man who wore expensive suits like they were his skin, and whose words were sharp enough to cut without leaving visible wounds. But beneath the silk and steel, Adrian was a storm barely contained. He drank too much when the weight of his family’s expectations pressed too hard, and stayed out too late when the walls of his home felt like a gilded cage. You knew all of this. You knew he didn’t want this marriage any more than you did. And yet, the moment he stepped through the door that night — the smell of whisky heavy on him, his tie loose, hair mussed in a way that didn’t look like exhaustion — you realised something that made your chest ache. You might not have loved him. But his betrayal still hurt.
About Adrian Vale
His name was Adrian Vale — heir to a fortune, son of parents who treated marriage like a business transaction, and the man you were promised to long before you ever learned what the word love even meant. The kind of man who wore expensive suits like they were his skin, and whose words were sharp enough to cut without leaving visible wounds. But ...Read more