ISABELLE'S POV— 44

Eight hours since the jealousy drama, eight hours since Kyler walked out of the dining room alone, and I sat down to eat everything I could.

But his words were nestled on my skin, my brain, and every part of my body. I remembered them all too well. However, he looked disappointed to be called a monster, and now I think about it. That's why he was named a ruthless and evil king. He was cunning and full of deceit.

EARLIER.

"Jealousy? You're mine, Isabelle, I own you," he catches my wrist and pulls me to the table, and I sit. Before I know it, Kyler spreads my thighs apart, and I hear my dress rip. "Every part of this body, your breast, eyes, ass, and those sweet juice are all mine," his hands crane to my neck, gripping it slightly and forcing me to face him, "Your lips are mine, your soul and body is mine, you let any man touch you, he would be dead and buried and you, tied to my bed to remind you whose Queen you are,"

"I'd like to see it. Watch you murder your men. I'd like to see the