She had escaped on the very night he had planned to make her his. She had made him lose face. That alone was enough for him to hold a grudge.
His plan had always been straightforward. First, marry Danielle. Then, after the marriage, he would slowly humiliate her, break her spirit, and make her regret rejecting him.
Only then would his wounded pride finally be satisfied. Yet... who would've thought that Danielle would become such a difficult nut to crack?
No matter how many times he approached her, she never gave him even the slightest opportunity.
'Does she really think she's some kind of fairy? How dare she reject someone as handsome as me?'
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. Suppressing his annoyance, he put on what he believed was his most charming smile.
"That's a secret."
"Fine then, just hand me over my mother's relic!" Danielle frowned harder.
"Oh, that? I don't have it. I was lying to you." He smiled, causing Danielle to become angry.
