Janet gnashed her teeth, glaring daggers. Isabel smiled coyly and slowly stood up from the sofa.
"Wait, where are you going?" Janet asked.
"If you want my help, you're going to have to do as I ask," Isabel said cooly. "But if you're still too proud, you can fix your problems by yourself."
"Fine," Janet huffed.
Isabel smiled and sat back down on the sofa. She had no intention of helping Janet with anything, but she was burning with curiosity. Why was Janet being forced to marry Adam? What had happened between them since the attempted assault a few nights ago?
"Adam has come to my bedroom the last three nights," Janet said. "Though I'm sure you already know that."
"Really?" Isabel asked, feigning surprise. "You and Adam are sleeping together? I never took him for your type—he does
