Growing up, Adrian Winslow was the treasure Adrian Lennox and Adrian Ashford held in the palms of their hands. No matter how I tried to please them, their eyes never lingered on me. All my effort couldn't compete with a single playful word from her lips.
Later, when I was old enough, I learned about the marriage pact between my bloodline and the Moretti Family. Julian Frost was my promised husband. I'd been naive enough to believe that marrying him would give me a home that was truly mine. So I gave every part of myself without holding anything back. What I received in return was his coldness and contempt. From beginning to end, the only one in his eyes was Adrian Winslow.
Then came Julian Moretti. He was the one who had stayed quietly by my side, steady and present, until he became the only light in my life. I fell for him. I surrendered to it. I even believed he would be the person I could lean on for the rest of my days. But in the end, I discovered that tenderness was a lie too.
The truth was simple. Everyone in this world who claimed to love, none of them had ever loved me.