Bound by Spite

"Trying to threaten me with Grandma again? That trick's getting old, Cecelia," Desmond scoffed.

"So what if it is? As long as it still works, it's fine," she shot back.

As Cecelia turned to head upstairs, Desmond suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

Startled, her expression darkened. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Cecelia, don't forget your place. You're my fiancée," Desmond said