ADELINE’S POVI walked meekly in between the three men, my heart racing. As we walked out of the airport, I heard the announcement for my flight to London. There was nothing I could do; I couldn't even run away.We exited the airport, and my breath caught in my throat. Four sleek black SUVs were parked in a line, each one looking more imposing than the last. Security personnel stood around the cars, scanning the area with sharp, watchful eyes. They looked like they were prepared for anything.I was terrified. My legs felt weak, and my hands shook."What do they want with me?" I asked, my voice quivering.The man who had spoken to me earlier looked at me with a hint of sympathy. "The Qylers family wants to see you."The Qylers family. They were the richest family in America, the kind of wealth that spanned generations. The kind of family you only heard about in the news but never saw in real life. What could they possibly want with me?I glanced at the cars again, feeling my fear dee
ADELINE’S POV"Who are you?" I asked, whispering.She smiled softly. "You can call me Mama," she said, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "I know this is all very confusing, but you are home now and you are safe here."I looked at the old woman who just asked me to call her Mama. Her eyes were kind and filled with warmth. I didn't understand why she wanted me to call her that.The door opened again. A man walked in. He was in his sixties, tall and imposing. His face was familiar. I knew him immediately. He was Qyler Devonte, one of the richest men in the world. I stood up, my heart racing. What was going on?Qyler came closer. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "Welcome home," he said softly.I was more confused than ever. My mind was spinning. What was going on?He stepped back, his eyes glistening. The old woman, who called herself Mama, stood beside him, her hand on his arm. They both looked at me with such intense emotion."Please, sit down, dear," the woman said gently
ADELINE’S POVI sat on the bed in the room they showed me was mine. It was the most beautiful room I had ever been in my life. This was a real-life castle room. The walls were painted a soft, creamy white with golden accents. Large windows let in the bright, warm sunlight, and there were heavy, red velvet curtains that looked like they came straight out of a fairy tale. The bed was enormous, with a canopy draped in sheer, white fabric. It felt like sleeping in a cloud.There were delicate, antique furniture pieces all around. A vanity with a large mirror, a wardrobe that looked like it could hold a hundred dresses, and a plush armchair by the window. The carpet was thick and soft, almost like walking on a field of flowers. Everything in the room seemed magical, like it belonged in a dream.Going from divorcing my husband and trying to flee the country to discovering I was the only heir and grandchild of one of the richest men in the world was mind-blowing. I couldn’t even fathom h
ADELINE’S POVThe door opened, and my grandmother walked in. I still felt awkward calling her "Grandmother," so I just called her by her name, Lucy."Adeline, how are you doing today?" She asked, her voice gentle "I'm good," I replied, trying to match her warmth. "Just enjoying the garden."She smiled and sat down beside me. "That’s wonderful. I’m glad you’re feeling at home here."I nodded, feeling a bit shy. "Thank you for everything. I really appreciate it."She placed a hand on mine. "Of course, dear. We are so happy to have you here. We’ve missed so much time with you."I looked down, feeling a bit emotional. "I happy you brought me here too."She cleared her throat softly. "Adeline, I wanted to talk to you about something important."I looked up, curious. "What is it?"She smiled reassuringly. "We’ve been planning a ball for you. It’s to formally introduce you to society, to the business world. It’s a big event."My eyes widened. "A ball? For me?""Yes, dear. It’s strictly by
ADELINE’S POV***I have been at the Qylers mansion with my grandparents for a month now. Every day, I followed my grandmother around the grand estate. She made sure everyone knew I was her granddaughter and the heir to her fortune. Everything was perfect. The workers at home loved me and treated me like the young heir.I had everything I wanted. That morning, I woke up early and exercised in the gym. I had been doing that since I came to Washington. After my workout, I went home, showered, and dressed in a simple but elegant outfit. As I was brushing my hair, a maid knocked on my door."Miss Adeline, your grandparents are calling you downstairs," she said softly."Thank you. I'll be right down," I replied.I headed downstairs to the living room, where my grandmother and grandfather were waiting for me. They were sitting on the plush sofas, looking serious. I felt a little nervous as I approached them."Good morning, Grandmother, Grandfather," I greeted them with a smile."Good morn
ADELINE’S POV***The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of my room. I stretched and yawned, feeling the soft sheets beneath me. Just as I was about to get up, there was a soft knock on the door.“Miss Adeline,” the maid called softly. “There are flowers for you.”I sighed. Flowers again. Ever since I had told Tristan I had no intentions of marrying him, he had been sending flowers daily.I walked to the door and opened it to find the maid holding a huge bouquet of roses. A hundred of them, at least.“Where are these from?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.“Mr. Tristan,” she replied. “He’s downstairs, waiting for you.”I sighed again and took the flowers, placing them on the table. I threw on a simple dress and headed downstairs. As I descended the grand staircase, I saw Tristan standing by the entrance, looking up at me with a hopeful smile.“Why do you keep sending flowers?” I asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs.“Well, I’m trying to get on your good sid
ADELINE’S POVMy grandfather looked at me like I was mad."Your own business?" he asked, shocked. I nodded, determined to convince him just as I had convinced my grandmother."Yes," I said, my voice firm. "I want to start my own business.""But you have everything here," he said, still in disbelief. "You're my heir. I'm leaving everything to you."I smiled at him, trying to ease his worries. "I know," I said, taking his hands in mine. "But I feel like everything is being handed to me. I want to know what it's like to do something for myself."He looked at me, his eyes softening. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Starting a business is not easy.""I'm sure," I said, nodding. "I want to try. I need to try."He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You know I will always support you, right?""I know," I said, squeezing his hands. "But I want to do this on my own. You've already given me so much.""Like that Audi last week?" he asked with a small smile."Yes," I said, laughing a little.
ADELINE’S POVI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. Today was a big day. Today, AD Jewelry was going public. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. My hands trembled slightly as I fixed my hair. I had put my whole time and resources into this business. For two years, I worked day and night, facing countless challenges. But now, it was all paying off.I remembered the day I let Tristan convince me to give us a chance. I hated him and refused his advances for a long time but he never stopped and was persistent and somehow I accepted to date him.Now, we were together, and everything seemed to be coming together nicely.My grandparents were so proud of me.They had supported me from the start, and seeing them happy made all the hard work worth it. I wiped a tear from my eye, careful not to smudge my makeup. Today, they would see their granddaughter achieve something great.I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my bag. It was time to head to the c