Elena's POV
The city lights blurred past my window as the driver turned into the long and winding private road leading to the Morgan estate. Even after all these years, the sight of that house still made something warm and painful twist inside me.
Just seeing it pulled me straight back to the days when I was the little queen of this home. Days when Grandpa let me decide everything, whose punishment was lifted, who got promoted, who stayed, who left. Even my parents and brothers used to fight for my favor because everyone knew Grandpa only listened to his princess.
In this estate back then my word was law.
I smiled at the memory, at how spoilt I was, at how deeply Grandpa loved me and how fiercely I loved him back. He gave me everything I wanted. And now looking back I realized something.
I never had to ask him for anything twice.
