When a man has had a life of smooth sailing, constantly put on a pedestal, he eventually grows tired of the loneliness at the top.
No one dared to defy him, and no one dared to oppose him. He had grown weary of such a life.
But then, something interesting happened.
Annabelle Linton, an exception in his life.
He had hated her, despised her, hurt her, admired her, and even possessed her.
She was the one person in his life on whom he had lavished the most varied emotions and attention.
And the one person with whom he had been most patient.
A wicked smile played on Leona Grant's lips as he leaned languidly against the headboard. The simple movement radiated his inborn, kingly aura.
"You know perfectly well what I want, Annabelle Linton. There's nothing I want that I can't get. I'll allow you to be willful, but that doesn't mean there aren't limits. I'd advise you not to oppose me. You'll only be wasting your energy and asking for trouble."
