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“You’ll stay in my room tonight.” James muttered lowly.

Faith squirmed slightly as the maid slipped a wedding dress on her and heard her say that her fiancée was going to meet her soon and after that the wedding date would be set. Her gaze lowered. She thought her father dropped the subject apparently not. Her ‘fiancée’ was a very old perverted man.