Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

“It’s a good one, isn’t it?” Charles asked, his lips tugging into a grand smile as she broke into a burst of full laughter. “Your husband is quite funny, isn’t he?”

Isabella shook her head while still trying to reduce her laughter. “That was not funny at all.”

“But you are laughing,” he retorted.

“Yes, because you tried to make a joke.”

He snorted and shook his head.

“Don’t worry Isabella, that man won’t be stupid enough to hurt you when he knows you are mine now.”

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” Charles's approaching response got interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. “Are you expecting someone?” Isabella asked.

“No.” The man got up.

“Do you think it is Daphne?”

“She knows better than to do the opposite of what I tell her to do. Come with me.” He offered his hand, she gladly took it and they walked to the living room.

When the door finally opened, they were greeted by an unexpected sight.

“Mother,” Charles monotonously greeted.

The woman, who was dressed richly in a satin gown that flaunted the pearls around her neck, swung her eyes towards Isabella.

 Isabella greeted her with a small bow and Charles’s mother simply looked away.

“Charles, let’s go in. There is something about your dear wife you need to know.” Her voice dripped with bitterness.

“What could that be?” asked her son.

The woman pushed her way into the house while saying, “You will find out soon.”

After sharing a look, Charles and Isabella followed the steps of the enthusiastic woman.