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

But for some seconds, Isabella just sat where she was and felt nothing. But then it came, gradually, that rush of happiness she had been yearning for years. But it didn’t come in the form of crazy, uncontrollable laughter, it arrived as tears. 

Her crying must have startled Charles who asked her if something was wrong. After a small shake of her head, he did nothing but hug her and she sobbed into his chest as freely as she could. 

“Charles…” 

“Hmm?” he replied to her feverish call. 

“Thank you.” He hugged her tighter. “Thank you so much. How could I ever repay you?” she asked emotionally. 

“You know the answer to that, love.” 

Indeed she knew the answer.

A small chuckle escaped her, then a sniffle before she asked, her eyes finally meeting his glowing ones, “When are we getting married?

“I thought you said you would never marry me,” he teased her and her head got buried into his chest again in shyness. “Tomorrow,” came his reply after a burst of deep laughter and her head came back up swiftly. 

“Uh?” 

A hand went to her cheek and he held her gaze firmly. “I can’t wait anymore. We are getting married tomorrow.” She was taken aback. How would that work?

“Isabella, I have waited for too long.” 

And her heart squeezed on hearing those words. True, he had. Not only was she audacious enough to use him to fight her battles, but she had also made him wait for so long and he was still around. So, a wide smile replaced the dome shape of her lips and she agreed with every sense of apology and affection, “Let’s get married tomorrow.” 

“Then promise me.” Charles’s eyes darkened with a shade of seriousness. “Promise me you won’t run this time.” 

With her heart finally free from the unsettled feelings, with room for new, amazing adventures, Isabella’s hand went to his huge one resting against her cheek and she said truthfully, her voice almost a whisper, “I won’t.” Their hands intertwined. “I promise.”