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

"Are you with the documents?"

Richard, who, over the years has gotten used to Charles' way of asking questions replied to him with a simple, "Yes."

Charles said no more. Like a determined hunter checking out his game, his eyes set on Gabriel who was still being greedy with his worthless riches. Soon, Charles was behind him and everyone else apart from the man he called monster noticed him immediately.

"I would like to talk to Manifold," came Charles's gruff voice.

The short man from earlier tapped Gabriel. "Get your hands off me," Gabriel uttered with even more anger.

"Drinks are on me." Charles's words worked magic and the men dispersed from the table, leaving Charles plenty of space to do as he wished to Gabriel.

Charles sighed inwardly. If only he could do as he wished.

After signaling to Richard, he found a seat just opposite Gabriel. A knock on the wooden table and he finally got Gabriel's attention.

"You!"

Charles threw him a sarcastic smile. "You are right. I am here."

"What do you want?" The man began to gather his cash closer.

Charles lifted his hand stylishly. "Don't waste your energy. I have no use for your money."

"Why are you here?" Gabriel eyed the classy man whose scent almost erased the stench of sweat in the room.

"I am here to give you another chance..." Richard sat beside him. "... to leave Isabella."

That annoying laughter came again. Charles made a fist to control his rage. "Another chance?" His laughter made his face scrunch in a ridiculous way. "Who are you to give me another chance?"

Charles clicked his tongue. "Do you think you can win in court?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.

Gabriel shrugged. "I don't see why not."

He was so annoying.

"Do you..." Charles's tongue played within his closed mouth as he tried once more to restrain himself. When that was in check, he continued, "Do you think you can win especially after you treated her like dirt?"

"Listen..." The man gave Charles a look full of intended doom on whoever it befell. "You should learn to stay out of other people's businesses. Isabella was married off to me. What I do with her, how I treat her, is none of your business."

Even Richard's eyes wore anger. How could anyone feel so arrogantly entitled?

Charles still kept himself in check. "I have brought the divorce papers with me-"

"Shove it up your ass."

"I am giving you a chance, Manifold."

"I don't need your bloody chance!" he flared up and had his chair flying meters away from where it initially was. "You have no right to come between my wife and me."

"Your wife?" Charles scoffed as he also got up. "Isabella was never yours," he said with darkened eyes. "And, she will never be yours as long as I am living."

"We'll see about that." This time, Gabriel wore the mafia don-like look. "Listen to me, pretty boy. When this is all over..." He ticked his fingers. "I will make sure I ruin you."

"No." Charles intensified his look as he leaned onto the table. "I will make sure you are ruined. When I am done with you, I will have you crawl from your wretched home to where Isabella stays and I will have you beg her till your knees bleed."

Gabriel was affected by the seriousness that threat held. But he did not let his fear show on his face. He gathered his pride and said, "We'll see about that."

Charles relaxed his look that had the whole room watching in silence- the kind he loved. "See you in court," he said before walking out in style.