My adopted sis

My name is Jay Adrian. I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm from Houston. At twenty-six, I had already accomplished more than most people could imagine. I owned Adrian Nexus Group, a company that had grown far beyond technology. We owned one of the largest news networks in the country, operated cutting-edge research laboratories, and held patents for inventions our competitors could only dream of. Some people called me lucky. Others called me a genius. I simply called it hard work. My life had become predictable. I woke up, went to work, spent most of my day buried in meetings and projects, and after work, I usually headed to the club before returning home. I lived with my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Adrian. They had built an impressive fortune of their own through properties, investments, and several successful businesses. Then there was Jane. She was my adopted sister. My parents brought her into our family when she was twelve, when I was eighteen. At the time, I was still trying to figure out my own life, but I remember being happy when she came home. For the first time, I wouldn't be the only child. Years passed, and Jane became an important part of our family. As for me, the media had given me another title I never asked for: One of Houston's most eligible bachelors. At six-foot-seven, with broad shoulders, a fit build, and a face that seemed to attract attention everywhere I went, I had never struggled to get noticed. Women approached me constantly. But none of that mattered anymore. Because there was someone who occupied my thoughts far more than I wanted to admit. My parents had recently started trying to set me up with someone they believed would be perfect for me. The problem? I didn't want her. My heart was already complicated enough. I didn't understand when things had changed or why my feelings had become so difficult to control. All I knew was that the situation was becoming harder to ignore. And there was one question I couldn't escape.