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

As the unexpected voice that uttered those words spoke, a kind of fear Isabella loathed immediately came over her and she gripped Charles's shirt for some kind of assurance of protection.

In turn, Charles held her closer.

Gabriel, with a sinister look on his face, took a few steps closer, his hands pocketed as his shoulders seemed to wear a certain gloat.

"I didn't know you were quite a whore. No wonder you didn't want to sleep with me anymore. How interesting is this?" He scoffed. "Does Mr. Charming here fuck you good? Is he the reason you won't give me a child?"

"Wh-" Isabella's throat had gone dry. She cleared it instantly. She had no desire to stay quiet. "What are you doing here, Gabriel?"

"I came here for my wife. Instead..." His smirk widened. "... instead!" he hollered. "I meet her letting another man touch her."

"I am not your wife, Gabriel. Not anymore."

"Say that to my face, bitch."

Charles moved almost violently toward Gabriel but Isabella pulled him back. Slowly, she got down and faced him squarely. "Gabriel," she folded her arms, "like I said last time, I am leaving you. No, I have left you."

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

Charles and Isabella shared a look. As they did that, Isabella noticed how unusually thicker Charles' brows were. She didn't miss how that little detail made his eyes wear a certain sparkle.

She had certainly missed looking at that gorgeous face of his.

"Oh. Oh my..." Gabriel struggled to speak as he tried to reduce his laughter or preferably put an end to it so that he could finally assume an angry expression. When that happened, he said, "Isabella, I am afraid it doesn't work that way. In case you have forgotten, your father sold you to me to pay his debts and I don't even think that debt is half paid."

"Really, Mr. Manifold?" Charles finally butted in.

"Excuse me?"

Charles took one more step. "How much is this debt we are talking about? Is it in millions? Or billions?"

"Charles..." Isabella tugged at his arm. Something within her didn't want to see Charles getting mixed with a monster like Gabriel.

But Charles seemed to have plans of his own. His stance looking more determined, he said, "Tell me how much the debt is. I will pay you and you will do me a simple favour." Charles's legs took him a bit forward towards the man. "All you have to do is sign the divorce papers so I can marry my woman."

"I..." Gabriel seemed to ponder. But not for long. "Are you delusional?" He chuckled. "You want to marry my wife? Do you seriously think I want your money? All I want is that wench back in my house where she belongs."

"You bastard!" Charles seemed to lose his sense and he instantly grabbed Gabriel by the collar, squeezing the flesh around the man's neck in the process. Isabella, more worried than seconds ago, ran toward Charles and begged him to release his murderous hold. A deep glare was flashed in her direction as he uttered the words, "Stay out of this."

"Look at us... fighting over a woman." Gabriel managed to laugh in his condition. "Let me tell you a secret. A secret that would make you back away from this fight." That tease in Gabriel's voice... Isabella wore a scowl on hearing it.

That particular teasing voice was one of the many reasons she would never forgive Gabriel. He was a man who used the power of his tongue to kill every sense of confidence she had. He never failed to remind her about her father who had sold and abandoned her.

Hands pulling into a fist, a surge of anger in her veins, Isabella prayed for a chance to hold onto Gabriel's collar like Charles was doing. She wished for a moment to watch her ex-husband gasp for air as she attempts to suck the life out of him.

Of course, she wouldn't kill him, but the fear that will be in his eyes...

Now, that would be the best part.

In reaction to Gabriel's annoying voice, Charles screamed his response. "I don't care what you have to say! All I want is your signature on the damn divorce papers!"

Throwing his head back, Gabriel chuckled lightly. "You should know that I have fucked her so hard that she is nothing now. I have ruined her beyond imagination."

Isabella felt that growing anger envelop her heart and it took her a few seconds to ensure that she didn't take over from Charles and deal with the man called Gabriel.

"Arghh!" Within a second, Charles angrily smashed Gabriel against the floor.

Arching his back as he gritted his teeth, Gabriel managed to ask, "Why are you this angry over such an empty woman?"

"Charles!" Isabella ran towards the man who was about to land a punch on Gabriel's face. She pulled back his arm and begged him to stop. "Don't make a mistake Charles, he is not worth it. If we have to deal with him, we have to make sure we ruin him. A few punches will do nothing, so please..." the pleading in her voice increased "...let go."

Charles listened and got off the floor. But his eyes never peeled away from Gabriel whose eyes were glistening with pride despite being in great pain. Then, with contempt lacing his tongue, Charles said to the man, "You are a disgusting man, Mr. Manifold. I am ashamed to be of the same gender as you."

Gabriel laughed again as he got up. "Ahh!" he cried as stretched almost painfully. Gasping lightly as she struggled to find a stable stance, he said, "I am not going to sign those papers."

"Then you leave me no choice." Charles bore his sight into the eyes of the roughened man. "We will meet in court. Isabella will get the power to divorce you there. No, she will get the power to ruin you in court. "

Isabella's head snapped towards Charles.

She was not aware that her divorce issue would lead to a court session.

At first, she became weakened at the mention of the judicial body, but as she looked toward Gabriel who was wearing a small smirk, she suddenly recalled her urge for freedom.