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

Eight

[ THIS CHAPTER HAS TRIGGERING CONTENT. I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS MILD AS POSSIBLE. 

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. ] 

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Isabella violently adjusted the neck of her gown which felt like it was growing into the length of her neck to suffocate her more and more just as her husband's presence did.

But, she was just harming the poor gown whose neckline did a good job of giving her chest breathing space.

Her hands retreating from the almost mutilated material, Isabella found a nearby bench to sit on to gather her thoughts properly.

As it turned out to be, the only source of help she had put her hope on was putting her in a spot.

A spot she did not see coming.

Recalling his proposition which he said with all seriousness, Isabella wondered why it had to be her of all people.

She understood that he would want her to pay back for what she did, but marrying her?

Why?

It was just absurd. Who gets married to someone who has hurt them?

Even if she wanted to atone for her sin and she decides to get married to him, there would always be Gabriel and her father holding her back.

That is a cage she has found herself in, a cage that is seemingly impossible to break free from.

'But maybe this is the miracle you have been waiting for.'

A voice from the back of her mind reminded her.

 As she stared at the space ahead, her mind suddenly derailed and she recalled the time he briefly took off his robe. Not only did her face heat up a bit, her insides turned mushy, and her neglected private part cried for attention.

Those few seconds were hellish for her and for an extra minute, she wanted to desperately satisfy the sexual starvation that mere toys failed to fill. For a minute, she wished to end up in bed with him.

But as usual, she held her head high and acted calmly.

Well, that was until he mentioned the incident.

She expected that he would mention it, but she did not foresee the way he casually dropped the bundle of her sin.

Isabella sighed as she looked up at the huge building that spanned grandly to form the hotel.

As she recalled events that had passed, she acknowledged that she messed up in the past and that was causing her present life to face disaster.

At that point, her tomorrow wasn't looking so good either.

"Do you think I should marry him to save my company?" Isabella asked the pigeon that had perched right beside her in search of crumbs. "You know my company means a lot to me."

The bird did not acknowledge the devastated woman who was engaging it in a conversation, but her phone rang before she put all her attention on the animal and raid it with questions it wouldn't be able to answer.

"Caleb?"

'How did the meeting go? Are we going to get help?' a concerned Caleb asked from the other end.

Isabella quickly weighed her options. She was less likely to accept Charles's proposition, but since a part of her wanted the miracle she yearned for so bad, being married to two men didn't sound so bad.

'Isa, are you there?'

She shook her head as her thoughts immediately made her feel disgusted.

"Mr. Oxford and I are trying to work something out, but it doesn't seem like we are going to get that help soon," Isabella replied, her eyes narrowed.

'That sucks. I hope he changes his mind and helps us. Anyway, Gabriel came by a few minutes ago.'

"What did he say he wants?"

'He... he said he knows you are ovulating today.'

Her arm that rested against the arm of the bench felt weak instantly. "What?"

'Isa... Be honest with me. Is your husband molesting you? Is he forcing you to do things you don't want to do?'

"I..."

'Talk to me, Isa.'

"I need to get home, Caleb. I will talk to you later."

'Isa...'

She cut the call and let out a shaky breath as her eyes followed the bird as it flew away, its feet almost touching the ground.

As she gathered her stuff, Isabella braced herself for the craziness ahead.

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Gently, her feet moved as a part of her wished her husband was deeply asleep.

"Hey, baby."

Startled by his sudden voice, Isabella clutched her chest area, her eyes bulging a bit afterward as they saw the sight waiting for her.

Gabriel, who was in nothing but a robe was poised in a weird way, a rose flower in one hand, a card in another.

"What's going on, Gabriel?" She recalled that he had even called her 'baby'. That word of endearment scared Isabella greatly.

His sand-coloured hair, which he seemed to have taken time to roughen danced as he approached her.

With a hint of excitement, he said, "What do you mean? I am treating you to something nice before we get down to business."

"Uh..."

"See..." He pointed toward the area behind him. "I even bought the best champagne in town."

"Oh." Isabella was confused further as she glanced at the champagne bottle which she sure was one of the expensive ones.

Gabriel was being nice, too nice. She had to be wary.

Once he was standing in front of her, Gabriel let go of the items in his hands and his long fingers began to trace her face. They grazed over her cheek for a while before they went to cup her chin. Tilting her head, he murmured against her lips, "God, you fucking are beautiful."

"Thank you?" she whispered as she was still not sure what to make of the drama he was acting.

"And, I can't wait anymore," he uttered before capturing her mouth fiercely. Without the thought of making sure the woman in his arms was willing to keep his pace, he began to bite at her lower lip as he suckled on it fiercely.

Isabella pulled away as she was beginning to feel the deep imprints of his teeth on her soft tissues which she felt would become a bruise.

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