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

Isabella scoffed. What a joke. Her life was a joke.

"Are you okay, love?" Charles's thick voice brought her out of her enraged thoughts.

Smiling softly, Isabella faced him and intertwined their hands. "I should be asking you that. You have been quiet for so long."

His large hand reached for her hair and he played with a strand or two before planting a body-relieving kiss on her forehead. "I am fine," he replied.

"Good." For some reason, while her smile remained, Isabella wanted to tell him that she loved him. Honestly, it was a statement she wanted to keep saying till she fully believes that she was really with Charles.

The past days had been like a dream to her and she could not help but fear that the end of what she had been enjoying was near.

"Isabella, I asked if you are okay," Charles said, piercing her thoughts.

Isabella then found herself exhaling hard. Licking her lower lip, she could not help but reach for the side of his face. "Charles..." He leaned in and kissed her wrist. "I love you, Charles. So, so much."

"I know, baby." He wore a cocky smile and Isabella just chuckled.

"We have arrived," Augustus's serious voice announced and Isabella sensed how stiff Charles became.

"Okay, Augustus. Bella?" Charles held out his hand and she grabbed it, following him out of the jeep. 

When her sight fell on the structure ahead, her breath seized. She realized then why Ordinaz's security was so extra.

Isabella didn't have much chance to study the mansion ahead because a coarse voice screamed welcoming phrases from a distance. 

 Charles, with a sense of protection, pulled her closer to his side, and he said, "That should be him."

The man, who was accompanied by six suited men that carried firearms, approached the couple with a large grin, his hands occasionally running through the sides of his gelled hair which he styled exquisitely. 

Rodrigo Ordinaz also possessed an unforgettable stature which he carried with an unusual gait. 

When he finally arrived in front of Charles and Isabella he let out a low chuckle while his eyes scanned the two. "Wow." His voice was thick but still coarse. "It is so good to see my son. After all these years." Isabella briefly looked up at Charles. His jaws were clenched. "My son is here."

Isabella could read a kind of slyness in Rodrigo's eyes but she hoped she was just imagining it. As her eyes went on to study the man, he greeted her with a short nod, and he said, "Isabella."

 "You know who I am?" she asked carefully.

"Of course. I have been watching you." His light brown irises darted towards Charles. "Just like I have been watching him."

"Excuse me?" Charles narrowed his mesmerizing eyes at his father.

The man smiled. "I was planning to say this later but guess I'll have to come clean now."

"Come clean about what?" Charles asked.

"The thing is..." Rodrigo Ordinaz made a clicking sound with his mouth. "... I orchestrated your meeting with Isabella."

Charles and Isabella shared a confused look before Charles asked again, "What do you mean by that?"

"Hmm... Let's just say, I am the reason both of you met each other again."