Brielle’s POV
If there was one thing I’d learned in the past week, it was this: no matter how bad it gets, it can always get worse.
And then, sometimes, in the strangest twist of fate… something good breaks through.
Adrian stood in front of the floor-length mirror, tugging at the sleeves of his tailored navy suit. His reflection didn’t flinch, but I saw it — the hesitation in his eyes, the invisible c***k forming in the armor he always wore so effortlessly.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said softly, standing at the edge of the bedroom, arms wrapped around my waist. “You owe me nothing.”
He turned toward me. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
“Your father’s not going to let this go, Adrian. You know that.”
“I’m counting on it,” he said, buttoning the last clasp on his cuff. “This isn’t ab
