Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .txt) 📕

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Six years after she left him waiting at the altar, Charles Anthony Oxford finally met Isabella Shade. And six years proved to be a long time as Isabella was already married and Charles who had grown from millionaire to multi billionaire, well, he was in search of a wife for certain reasons.

On learning that his runaway bride’s company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husband’s gambling problems amongst other reasons, Charles saw an opportunity.
Two, actually.

Not only would he be getting a wife, he would be able to exact revenge on the woman who had left him heartbroken, in his own way.

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A knock echoed through my car window and I turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"Open the door." Chloe mouthed while pointing at the car handle.

I won't open the car door for her, she has a hand for a reason.

"Open it yourself." I mouthed back at her.

She rolled her eyes and winded down the car window. She folded her hands over it. "If I open the door myself, then you aren't a gentleman."

I shook my head and walked to the entrance of the fashion company. If she really wanted to buy the dress, she would get down.

"Hey Dominic! Come back! A gentleman should open the door for a lady!" She hollered at me as I walked through the entrance door. I felt people' eyes on me and I mentally shook my head.

Gosh, Chloe knew how to create a scene.

I stopped walking and looked at the car. She eventually opened the door by herself and got down from the car, her eyebrows narrowed and her lips tightened.

I turned back and accidentally bumped into someone in the corridor.

I looked at the person and realized she was a woman. Her eyes widened in sheer panic as her lovely curly black hair bounced over her shoulder while she struggled to gain her balance. Her ankle twisted and she was about to fall when I grabbed her with my right hand. Her light brown skin felt warm and perfect against my hand.

I raised my head and found myself lost in her hazel eyes.

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