Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (mobi reader txt) 📖

Charles was beyond baffled.

That his mother could go so far greatly surprised him.

 But then, she attempted to get rid of his biological father, should he really be so shocked?

"Charles..." Isabella softly called him and guilt wrapped his soul. He felt terrible because Isabella suffered a bruise on her heart when Daphne showed up at their door. 

The unexpected presence of the woman took his wife back to the time she was pregnant with his child, the time she suffered a great loss. 

And it was his fault. He just had to have a crazy mother.

Not wanting Isabella to see how devastated he was, Charles faced the other side of the room and heaved a deep sigh. 

Truthfully a part of him was relieved. Relieved that he wasn't the father of Daphne's unborn child.

 If it had turned out to be true, things would have gotten messy.  

"Charles, talk to me." Isabella's arms circled his waist and she rested her head against his firm back.

His head hung, Charles whispered, "What could I possibly say, Bella? Because of my mother..."

She walked closer and hugged him more. "We don't have to talk about that. We can talk about something else. Going to meet your real father is something we can discuss, right?

"No, Isabella." Charles dropped her hands and faced her. Cupping her cheeks gently, he could not help but admire how beautiful she looked at that moment without trying hard. It elated him more that he would get to spend a long time, if not eternity, with her. "We should talk about it now. I want to know how you feel."

Isabella gave a light shrug before crossing her arms. "I don't know how I feel, Charles. What I know is, I don't wish to talk about that now. I just want to focus on being happy after a long time. I... I really don't think I can entertain thoughts about someone who wished to harm me."

Charles could tell she was hurt in a way. But he was going to respect her decision and help her feel even happier. "Do you think I should go see my father?" he asked, his thumbs now running through her cheeks.

"Do you still wish to meet him?"

"I asked you a question first," Charles pushed and she slightly raised her shoulders again.

"I can't decide whether you should do it or not.

"I want you to."

" Charles..."

"Just, decide Isabella. That's what I need you to do right now." 

"Uh..." Her hands reached for his triceps which kept pushing the arms of the simple t-shirt he had on. "I think you should see your father. But be careful at the same time, you don't really know him. For your mother to wish to kill him, he must be someone with not-so-good intentions."

"You think he might be bad?"

She sighed. " I think he might not be what you expect."

Charles smiled. " I don't expect much actually." He hadn't been wanting to see his father because he wanted to bond with him. He only wished to see his face just once so he wouldn't feel like a bastard anymore.

Isabella stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before saying, "Just be careful."

"You do know that you are coming with me, right?" His accent dropped thickly and she relaxed her stance and stared at him, her eyes like a doe's.

"I am?" 

Charles's lips fought a smile. She was gorgeous and innocent at the same time, it made his blood rush.

"Yes, I need you to be by my side." Within a second, he had her chest against his. "Not just for when I meet my father, for as long as possible."

She then wore a smile that made his heart jump. Charles could not help but wonder once more how it happened that he became so much in love with the woman who was looking up at him with some kind of assurance tucked within her eyes.

"No matter what happens Charles, I will make sure I never leave you."

"Good " His hands went to the base of her buttocks and soon she was straddling him, a small giggle escaping her while she wrapped her legs around him. "Let's make sure that happens."

"How?" Charles could read curiosity in her eyes and he chased it away with a fierce kiss. When the kiss broke, hunger filled her eyes. Soon, Isabella was kissing him back and that way, they rolled towards the bedroom, neither willing to take a break from touching each other.

~

Three days later, Charles and Isabella arrived in California and soon, they were specifically headed for his father's house tucked somewhere in San Francisco. 

Augustus, who was their driver, had informed them of the situation in his father's house.

And, the situation... Well, Isabella found it absolutely worrying.

 The security details in Ordinaz's house Augustus had reported were the kind known to exist in the White House and that made her wonder what kind of man Rodrigo Ordinaz was. He sounded powerful alright, but Isabella could not help but feel that there was more.

As the trees decorating both sides of the road they were driving past became nothing but blurry scenery, Isabella listened as Charles shifted beside her, and that caused her to look in his direction.

He was looking out the window. His hands were clenched and Isabella could tell how much the approaching meeting meant to him.

The Charles she knew was the most confident when it came to dealing with different types of people. Seeing him a bit shaken before a meeting was rare. 

But then, she could somehow relate. If she were in his shoes, meeting her real father wouldn't be something she would be calm about. 

Isabella's mind then went to her father who made her feel disgust and great anger. Isabella could not think of a valid reason to justify her father's actions.

 Sleeping with underage girls? How nauseating!

If he were alive, she would have not hesitated to show her disappointment to the man who she once loved and respected. She had admired him to the point that she was willing to get married for his so-called debts.