The Fleeing Princess
I was never the daughter they cherished. Elena, my flawless sister, made sure of that. Her traps, her whispers, her perfect façade—every scheme she wove painted me as wild, unworthy, unlovable. And my parents believed her.
To them, I was a problem to be fixed. So they sent me to Adrian Moretti—not as a bride, but as a lesson. To be disciplined. To be tamed.
So I rebelled—I drugged him, desperate to turn the tables, but that night he took me harder than ever, until my defiance shattered in his hands.
But discipline blurred into desire. His touch burned, his voice commanded, and I gave him everything. Our nights were fire and hunger, a rhythm only we could share. I thought I had finally found love in the man meant to break me.
Until I saw the truth.
Like my parents, Adrian’s heart bent toward Elena. No matter what I gave, no matter how deeply I loved, I would never be enough.
In the end, I did the unthinkable—I handed him, and the marriage they forced upon me, to her. I walked away from the only man I had ever loved.
They believe I lost. That Elena has won.
But the day I left, Adrian Moretti realized what he had destroyed. The fire, the surrender, the love he thought was control—it was mine. And now, without me, he is breaking.