Overnight, I went from the pampered heiress of the Bennetts to the daughter of an abusive gambler.
Adrian didn’t know about my fall from grace.
At that time, his upgraded drone model had just succeeded. I gave him a break and booked flights for his family to Miami.
After being thrown out of the estate, I rushed to Miami to find him—only to overhear him talking with a friend.
“Adrian, you’ve been with Sophia Bennett for so long. When are you going to make it official?”
He fell silent.
“Do you even like her?”
“Not really.”
My blood froze, though I forced down the ache in my chest.
That night, I went to him again, desperate. We spent hours together, but afterward, as I traced the hard lines of his abs, I made my decision.
“Adrian, we’re done.”
He stayed silent again.
But he must have been relieved. No longer would he be treated like a dog at my beck and call.
I left, tossing my phone into the trash, and returned to my biological parents’ home.
I knew Adrian was destined for greatness—he was smart enough.
What I hadn’t expected was that he’d end up with the real heiress.