Betrayed by My Mafia Brother novel Chapter 50

Chapter 2

Under Stella’s relentless curiosity, I finally sat down and told her the story of Adrian and me.

When I first met him, he wasn’t the celebrated astrophysicist the world now admired. He was just a withdrawn, odd little boy the neighbors whispered about-awkward, quiet, and utterly alone.

His parents were in the middle of a vicious divorce, tossing him back and forth like a burden neither wanted

to keep.

Winters in Havenport were brutally cold. I still remember the day I found him crouched in the stairwell of our

apartment building, shivering in nothing but a thin shirt.

He looked so lost that I brought him home.

While we were playing board games that evening, my father noticed something extraordinary. Adrian had a

natural gift for numbers-patterns came to him like music.

From that moment, his life changed.

By ten, he’d won national math competitions. By fourteen, he’d earned early admission to Summit University.

At sixteen, his research paper was published in an international journal. Awards flooded in; the parents who

had once abandoned him suddenly fought over his custody.

But Adrian turned to my father instead, tears streaming down his pale face.

“I know who’s treated me well,” he said. “You and Mrs. Hart are my real parents now. I’ll take care of you-and

Lillian-for the rest of my life.”

From then on, his life soared. Yet no matter how high he climbed, he never let me out of his sight.

When he was accepted into Summit, he asked the admissions board to make an exception for me. Later,

when he became a faculty member, he requested a staff position so I could stay near him.

I once worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with his brilliance.

But he looked at me and said softly, “When I was eight, my parents left me. I sat on the stairs all night until

morning. You were the one who found me. From that moment, I swore I’d never leave you. Lillian, without

you, there would be no me. No matter how far I go, I’ll never let you fall behind.”

That was Adrian-stubborn to the bone.

When he set his mind on something, he held on with absolute conviction. He was that way in research, in love, and later… even in betrayal.

“Betrayal?” Stella’s eyes went wide. “You mean he cheated on you? After all that? You two grew up together! Who was she-a rich girl? Some glamorous vixen like in those soap operas?”

I shook my head. “Neither.”

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Adrian’s affair wasn’t with a socialite or a beauty queen. It was with a florist.

A plain, dark-skinned woman named Nora Quinn, who sold flowers downtown.

By the time he turned twenty-seven, Adrian had already achieved everything he once dreamed of. Fame, prestige, recognition-none of it interested him anymore.

He turned instead to what he called his “personal passions.”

He didn’t care for golf or stocks like other professors. He found solace in tending plants.

Imported orchids, cheap daisies, rare hybrids-he collected them all and filled our backyard with life.

Among them, his favorite was the iris I’d given him for his birthday years ago.

“This flower changed everything for me,” he once said. “A dull seed, and yet, under the right hands, it becomes something extraordinary. Isn’t that fascinating?”

He said he loved flowers-but what he truly loved was watching them bloom, commanding every stage of

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