Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .txt) π
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 brideβs company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husbandβs 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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Isabella trembled so much that she was certain Charles would have felt it.Β
Her thoughts began to race.Β
Isabella wondered when her father became that kind of person. The kind of person who did shameful things to girls that could be his daughter.
"Underage girls..." Isabella muttered loudly as if it would convince her that it was all a lie. But it wasn't. "How could he?" she asked no one in particular, her voice almost whispering.
Patting the back of her head, Charles said, "Your father definitely could not allow such information to get out. He wouldn't have wanted you, in particular, to find out."
Tears welled in her eyes. "So he made me get married to Gabriel."Β
"So it seems. Isabella?"Β
"Hmm?" She tried to blink away the tears that were already threatening to fall.
"You can cry if you want to."Β
And that was all she needed to hear. Looking up at him for a second with a smile that almost got ruined by the quivers of her lips, Isabella thanked him within her soul. Surely, for what he had been doing for her, she would never be able to thank him enough.
Β Charles gave her a quick kiss before placing her head on his chest, giving up his torso for her to cry onto.Β
The tears came silently as her mind asked questions upon questions.Β
Questions that only Uncle Ben could answer.Β
Or perhaps, nature's law that says not to fully trust anyone has answered the questions already.
Β Regardless, she felt really hurt.
By her father... By Uncle Ben.
"Charles..." she croaked.
"Hmm?" His voice vibrated and Isabella almost wore a smile at how good she felt.
"Did Uncle Ben kill my father?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"I know the truth will hurt." She sniffled. "But I have already heard more than half of it. So..." A bitter chuckle followed. "... hit me with the truth."
Sighing deeply that she could feel his breath tickling her skin, Charles replied to her earlier question with a simple, "Yes."
Β Isabella let out a very unclear sound as her heart clenched. Grabbing her arms, Charles worriedly said, "That's enough now. You've known enough."
"How did he kill my father?" Isabella pushed the topic.
"Bella..."
"Why did he kill my father?" Her voice went up in slight rage and Charles sighed again. " Please..." Tears filled her eyes again. "Tell me why my father had to die in his arms."Β
"Listen, I..." A knock on the door cut his response short and he informed her he would get it.
"Let me come with you." Isabella grabbed his hand and soon, they were both walking towards the entrance, their hands tightly intertwined, silence ruling the air around them.
A tall man whose facial features scared Isabella for a second wore a smile as Charles swung the door open. Adjusting his black suit, the strange man asked, "Charles Oxford?"
With caution, Charles had Isabella stand behind him. "Yes, who are you?"
The man whose voice was as sharp as it could be replied, "I see you are married after all."
"I asked you a question," Charles firmly demanded.
"I have a message for you..." The man paused, his brow quirking for a second as if he was checking for a reaction. "... from your father."
"Why would my father send a person who looks like he kills for a living? Please..." Charles reached for the door. "Help yourself back into your car."
"Your real father," the man suddenly dropped and the door never closed.
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