Chapter 144
- "So where do you factor in?" James speaks, despite his near-orgasmic haze.
- "I wanted to be the princess. I figured if I could just simply grin and bear your sick sexual perversions, I could convince you to marry me and then take care of you later."
- "Take care of him later? You cannot even take care of him sexually, let alone murder him. You are pathetic," Isabelle spits venomously.