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

Thirty Two

Isabella felt her heart thumping against her chest. It hurt as it kept trying to find a way to survive the turbulence that just hit it.

Abruptly halting her steps which had taken her farther from Charles's room, Isabella silently begged her heart to stop aching so much.

But her mind added salt to the wound and replayed the shocking image she had just witnessed.

And she recalled how she heard Charles telling his secretary who was naked as he was to stay still.

Was that how it was?

Did Charles help her out with the assurance of marriage when in fact he had his secretary to fuck as he pleased? 

But why?

If she were to judge based on what she saw, then, Charles's offer to help her was nothing but a scam.

Was that his form of revenge? Isabella wondered as she patted her chest.

If it was, it was hurting so much and frankly, Isabella never knew she could feel such pain.

But then, could she complain?

Charles probably still wore the pain he felt years ago on the sleeve of his heart. After all, the woman he loved didn't show up for their wedding ceremony.

Isabella guessed they were even then.

She left him at the altar and in return, she got to watch him as he tried to fuck his secretary

But still...

As Isabella's chest ached some more, she clutched her top and let the tears finally flow. She had intended for them to come as small sobs, but, instead, her wail filled the empty corridor.

She didn't realize how shaky her hands were till she brought them up to contain her cries that did not seem like they would be stopping soon.

Isabella soon realized that she was crying because of other crazy things in her life and as her knees felt weak, she didn't mind crashing onto the floor to brawl some more.

But she never felt the chilliness of the tiles. Instead, she felt familiar warmth surround her as a pair of strong hands stopped her from dropping to the ground.

Isabella wished to get rid of the man's hold but she was just too tired.

"Isabella..." The way Charles's voice called her... it didn't sound like it held excitement at seeing her so down. Instantly, his arms went around her waist and his head came to lean on her small shoulders.

Her wailing had stopped but she kept sniffling as the tears never ceased.

Then, Charles began to speak, " Wh-when I told you that I- I would protect you. I meant it. But what just happened now..."

"Charles," she strained to call him.

Charles hugged her tighter. "What you saw there... it isn't true. It just looked that way."

"It isn't true?" she asked, her voice shaky, her mind almost approaching a state of anger at his unbelievable statement.

"Look at me." He nudged her.

"No."

Despite her refusal, Charles managed to twirl her until she was facing him. But she didn't let her eyes fall on his. It would be even more heartbreaking for her to stare into his beautiful eyes.

"Do you have any idea how long I had you in my mind? Even when I had Miss Kane by my side, I only thought of you." He shook her shoulders a bit. "Why? Why then would I find joy in sleeping with her now when I have finally found you?"

Isabella stayed quiet and pondered.

Should she believe him? A part of her already did, but then...

"Isabella," Charles called again, his hands holding her shoulders more firmly. "Look at me."

She still didn't share a gaze with him. Instead, she asked, "Why should I believe you?"

"You don't have to. Just..." His hold left her and a part of Isabella mourned the loss of that warm contact. "Just don't leave me again."

Moved by the emotion in his voice which she had never heard before, Isabella finally looked at him. And in those alluring eyes of his, there was something in them... something she could not explain. Something that found a way to make her heart ache with delight.

Isabella just had to get rid of the idea that he was playing her.

Crossing her arms, looking away, she asked, "How do you explain what I saw, then? And what I heard?"

Charles sighed. "I wish I could. After I drank the juice you left for me, I lost all my senses."

"What juice did I leave for you?"

"The... Wait, you didn't leave me a box of juice?" Isabella shook her head. "Did you even go for a run?"

"A run? I went to see my father."

"What?"

"You know," her brows arched, "my dead father."

"Oh." His shocked expression relaxed. "So, why did Miss Kane tell me you were...?" His statement dragged as he inwardly realized whatever it was that happened.

Isabella caught up fast. "She planned it all. Wow."

"The woman was naked and on top of me. Of course, she did this. But why?" His frown deepened as his thumb rubbed his chin.

Isabella wore an expression. "Because she admires you? She is crazy about you. Crazy about you to the extent of taking advantage of you."

Isabella who had never given much attention to the woman called Christina Kane suddenly felt great fury toward the woman.

How dare she?

Charles responded, "I know that she fancies me." Isabella found it very interesting that she no longer felt like her heart was about to be ripped. The bothered man continued, " But, I can't help but wonder why she decided to do something that crazy. Did she have some kind of assurance that the plan would work?"

"Charles..."

He seemed to be deeper in thought. "Did my mother push her to do it?"

"Charles..."

"If it is my mother, God knows I'll..." Charles was interrupted as Isabella pulled up his trousers. Looking down at the woman who was securing the buttons of the jean trousers, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Looking flustered, Isabella shyly said, "Your pants fell as you were talking." The space suddenly became hot and as she took her hands off his body, her hands fanned her face furiously.

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