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

"So what?" Charles's hands floated midair in anger. "You manipulated things so that Isabella and I will meet again?"

"Yes. That's what I did. I organized that charity event and all I did more was to plant the idea of attending the event in the most inconspicuous way possible."

Charles chuckled. "You are making no sense."

"Do you know why I asked you to get a wife?" The man leaned forward and quirked his brow as though asking for an answer. When all he got was the sight of Charles's clenching jaws, Rodrigo let out a small laugh before saying, "I just wanted you to. I felt it would be nice to see you settled before coming to see your real father."

"You felt it would be nice? So what, you wanted to play a little game with me? "

"No," Ordinaz simply answered, his eyes darting to the ceiling. " I just wanted to see you get settled."

"And that means, you were trying to play a game with me. By telling me to get a wife, by orchestrating my meeting with Isabella, you have done nothing but try to mess with my life. What on earth did you think you'd get out of it?" Charles scoffed. " Uh?"

"I got you to be with the woman you love regardless of what you say," the man answered.

" So, I am supposed to thank you?" Charles squared his shoulders.

"No." Rodrigo Ordinaz had his eyes falling on his son's. "I expect you to listen to what I have to say."

"You really want me to listen to you?" The man nodded, and Charles created a pause as he wore thoughts on his face. Seconds later, he said, "Go on then, what do you have to say?"

"Lately, I have been having some issues and only you can help me. You are the only son I have that isn't dipping his hands in dirty things." Isabella and Charles shared a look. " I want your company and Isabella's to form a connection with one of mine."

Charles broke into a deep chuckle, his shoulders jerking hard. When his little, sinister-like mirth ended, he wore a smile, the side of his eyes wrinkled and he said, "So this is a business meeting."

"It is majorly a father-son meeting. But yes, it is also a business meeting."

"In that case..." Charles grabbed Isabella's hand and had her on her feet seconds after he got up. "I am afraid we have to leave."

"Hmm."

Isabella noticed how menacing her husband's eyes looked for a second. Charles narrowed them at the seated man and said, "I don't have time for this. And I certainly don't like what I have heard so far." He shook his head. "Nothing impressive has come out of this meeting."

"So, you're leaving?" Charles didn't look back to answer the man, and nor did Isabella look behind to see if Rodrigo Ordinaz wore any reaction.

But when their steps brought them to the large double door entrance, they were greeted by the noses of three guns which caused them to take a step back.

Then, they faced Charles's father who had now left his seat.

"Are you going to threaten me with guns now?" Charles asked.

"Why would I threaten you?" Ordinaz signalled to the men and the door slammed shut. Isabella noted how Rodrigo's eyes wore determination. She sensed the same thing in his voice when he said, "Shall we start our meeting all over?"