Adrian's Point of View
There’s a moment when life feels like it’s teetering on the edge of chaos and clarity, a fine line where decisions shape not just the day, but the future. That was the moment I found myself in as I stared into my mother’s smug, calculating face. The tension in the room was palpable, every word she spoke laced with venom meant to cut Emma and me down.
“How did you…” I started, but she cut me off mid-sentence, her voice dripping with icy authority.
“Find out about your little contract marriage, yeah?” She leaned back on the couch, swirling her wine glass like she was the queen of the damn universe. “Well, let’s just say your mother isn’t one to be fooled. The sudden marriage between you and this filthy little rat didn’t sit right with me. So, I had to look into it,
