Remarriage Failed Again Today Chapter 170: What Am I to Do, I’m Enjoying Being with Her Mo

Annabelle Linton started to struggle desperately, as if she’d just realized what was happening. "Leona Grant, I order you to put down!"

A smirk played on Leona Grant’s lips. She freed one hand to capture both of Annabelle’s flailing ones. "Don’t struggle. You’ll need to put in so effort later. Save your energy and get ready to spend a... delightful evening with , hmm?"

With that, she carried Annabelle Linton into the villa and up the stairs, one step at a ti.

"Leona Grant, if you dare try anything tonight, I’ll castrate you and end your family line! Put down! This is your last chance! Otherwise, I’ll make sure there isn’t enough of you left to bury! Do you hear—MMPH!"

Annabelle’s feeble struggles and empty threats made Leona Grant laugh out loud. ’What am I going to do? I’m really starting to enjoy my ti with her more and more.’

Leona Grant lowered her head, leaned in, and successfully silenced Annabelle.

"MMPH, MMPH, MMPH..."

The bedroom door was kicked open, and Leona Grant tossed Annabelle Linton onto the bed.

Annabelle Linton had just started to scramble away when Leona Grant’s large, heavy body pressed down on top of her.

An overpowering masculine energy and an innate ferocity washed over Annabelle, closing in with dangerous aggression.

"Leona Grant, I’m warning you, don’t you touch ! Or I swear, you’ll die without a grave to your na!"

"Fine. We’ll die together."

Leona Grant lowered her head and went to work. In just a few seconds, Annabelle Linton was stripped down to her last thin layer of clothing.

Leona Grant pinned Annabelle down, imprisoning her struggling hands above her head.

She reached out, her long, perfect fingers hooking threateningly under the edge of Annabelle’s underwear. She chuckled. "Beg now, and I’ll consider giving you a night you’ll never forget. Otherwise, I guarantee I’ll make that stubborn mouth of yours plead for rcy!"

"Spit! You disgusting creep! I’d rather fuck a pile of shit than you! I’m giving you three seconds to get off of , or this will be the last day you ever see!"

"Hah. You’ll regret today’s decision!"

"Get off! Get the hell off , you asshole!"

Her incessant tirade was cut off, her mouth smothered so she couldn’t speak another word.

Hovering over her, Leona felt an unprecedented surge of conquest.

’I never thought I was interested in won,’ she mused, ’but I never expected this one to be so captivating!’

Annabelle lifted her head and bit down hard on Leona’s neck. "Of all the n I’ve slept with, you’re the worst in bed!"

’This amateur, this complete novice, dares to brag to ** about how many n she’s slept with?’

’Aaron Wyatt? I’ve already looked into him!’

’They never slept together!’

’As if he would dare!’

’Who would dare touch my woman?’

’One word for them: Death!’

Leona Grant’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Very good, Annabelle Linton. I admire your courage. So brazen, even at death’s door. Rember your place. You are my woman—Leona Grant’s woman. Tonight, I’m going to give you a night to rember. Let the revelry begin!"

...

「The next morning」

A ray of sunlight fell across Annabelle Linton’s face.

As if sensing sothing, Annabelle Linton’s eyes flew open.