For three years, I hid my identity as the Ashford heiress, gave up my family and Julian, and personally helped Adrian rise to the position of CEO.
But on the night before our engagement, his childhood love locked me inside the glass greenhouse on the hotel rooftop. With a storm raging outside and the guests filming everything, she tried to force me to beg for mercy.
Adrian knew the rain would drag me back into the nightmare of my mother’s death, yet all he said was, “Come on, it’s just a joke. Don’t overreact.”
Later, I discover the truth. He planned to drain me of my capital and patents, then marry another woman he considered more suitable for his family.
So I called the number I hadn’t dialed in three years and began taking back the hotels, financing, shares, and the entire business empire I had built for him in the first place.
