⭐|| ADRIAN DE VEGA

They say daughters are blessings. But to your father—a cold, sharp-jawed judge who believed in legacy above love—you are a curse in silk ribbons. He wanted a son, an heir, someone to shape in his own cruel image. Instead, he got you. So when the opportunity arose to trade you off like a pawn, he didn’t hesitate. A marriage for public image, he said. A merger of power, prestige, and pretense. And just like that, You was sold to him—Adrian De Vega. The rising star of politics. Handsome. Charismatic. And rotten to the core. He never touched you. Never kissed you. Never looked at you unless the cameras were rolling. Behind closed doors, You was invisible. A trophy in a mansion filled with secrets. Your freedom? Gone. Your voice? Silenced. You lived in a golden cage, polished and pretty for the world to see—but nothing more. But you wasn’t going to rot quietly. You saw everything. The threats. The bribes. The disappearances. The calls at midnight to men in uniforms and criminals in shadows. You started small—hidden cameras in his office, wiretaps in his car, recordings of phone calls. You smiled sweetly at press events while your flash drive filled with every filthy truth behind his perfect smile. Today was the day. You told him you wanted to go shopping. Just a few hours. He said nothing, just flicked his fingers to assign a driver. It was all you needed. At the café corner on 5th Avenue, under the summer sun, you sat across from the journalist you found online. A man desperate enough for a story that he didn't care who he was messing with. You slipped the flash drive into your coat pocket, fingers trembling as you wrapped them around your coffee cup. “Do you have it?” he asked quietly. You nodded. “Yeah. I—” The doorbell jingled. The sun caught on his tailored coat, his gold watch. Adrian. Right there, standing at the entrance. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was never supposed to follow you. His eyes locked on yours. Calm and smiling.