𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑻

❝ You will submit to me, my dear Elene. What you will not do is question my decisions. When I introduce you as my fiancé, you will kiss my cheek with a smile, when you see me across a room, you'll come and stand by my side. You'll act like the perfect woman for me, the most dutiful fiancé. Am I clear to you, la mia cara fidanzata?"
"Never," I whisper. "I'll never be her."
If the expression that spreads across his face is any indication, I am already in hell.
"We'll see, my love. We'll see. ❞

Well, it is very simple.
He wants my father's company. And I want him. Not.
There is nothing about Adrian Sinclair that screams 'want' to me. Nothing about him elicits any form of longing - not his words, not the touch of his hands, and definitely not the jealous glares he shoots my way. Then, of course, there's the way his eyes seem to have a split personality, switching between smoldering with desire and blazing with anger every time we find ourselves in the same room.
But then, something happens. Adrian threatens me. Me. Adelene Sparks. Well, joke's on him; I am not one to be underestimated. Not the kind of pushover who'll bend to his will. Yet with each step, I fall deeper into the secrets of our world. A world filled with hidden truths, longing, and deceit. And I can only hope he falls with me.