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

"Do you think I will let you go off and marry just anyone?"

"I believe my instructions were to stay out of my business."

The heat between the two... Isabella wondered what could have caused such a rift.

"I just want to be sure she doesn't have anything on you." Isabella got the woman was being motherly, but the way she spoke, and the manner with which she asked her questions were a bit rude. That made Isabella have a lesser percentage of respect for the woman.

"Mother... be careful how you tread."

His mother snickered, her gown rustling as she folded her arms. "Does she know, Charles?"

"What?"

"Does she know you are marrying her only because you want to meet your real father?"

"What?" Isabella spoke for the same time, the question startling her.

"She doesn't know?" Mrs. Oxford looked amused. "That's very interesting. Listen..." she moved closer toward Isabella.

"I know my son is rich and handsome and all that. You might find it hard to leave him along the line. But if I find you a person covered in numerous dirt, know that I will separate you two no matter what. And by the looks of things, that will be soon."

"Mother!"

"See you later, son," the woman said, smirking as she grabbed her purse and walked away.

"Isabella..." His hold on her hand relaxed but soon moved to her shoulders and made her face him.

Her head still processing the question his mother asked earlier, she looked up at him and asked, "Is it true?"

A deep sigh ensued as though he was going to regret his words after, he said almost quietly, "Yes."