Leona Grant stared at her beautiful, crimson lips—lips that dared to remain arrogant and defiant even now. He was so furious he just wanted to vent, to punish her ruthlessly!
He didn't want to hear her constantly talking about another man!
He didn't want to see how much she cared about that man!
His kiss fell, hard and heavy.
Leona Grant's tall frame pressed down, pinning Annabelle Linton to the bed as he kissed her fiercely.
Annabelle Linton... she was an addiction that had seeped into his very bones.
Even the slight tremble of her eyelashes could stir his desire to conquer. How could he possibly let her be with another man?
'She can only be mine!'
Any man who dared to covet her...
...would get one word: Death!
Leona Grant's kiss grew even more savage.
Annabelle Linton had to use nearly all her strength to push him away. Her delicate brows furrowed as she said calmly, "Leona Grant, let's get a divorce. Right now."
Leona Grant flinched violently.
