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

Their leader then asked, "Is everything okay? Is there a problem?"

"No, there is not." Another voice joined the party.

"Mr. Oxford," Caleb was elated to see the man who he probably considered a saviour at that moment.

Isabella was shocked.

"Hello, gentlemen and... ladies." The frown on the blonde's face instantly changed to a smile.

Talk about miracles, Isabella thought within herself.

"I will be helping out my darling over there with her debts. I have been a terrible boyfriend and I need to make it up to her. So..." He took out a book. "How much is this debt?"

"Well..."

Isabella was quick to pull Charles out of the room. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked once they were far from her office.

"Helping my woman out?" He stood akimbo as he looked down at her with a smirk.

"Wipe that smug look off your face, I am not getting married to you."

"Oh trust me, you are going to, eventually."

Isabella scoffed, "Don't you get that I can't be with you? Not only am I married, but my father's life also depends on the marriage."

"Your father?" Charles was almost laughing pitifully.

"Yes, my father."

"Isabella..." He reached for her arms and sent warmth that she ignored, through them. "Your father is no more."

She immediately tore off his hold, anger began to build within her. "What the fuck are you saying?"

He sighed, licked his lower lip, and said, "Your father... is dead. And I have proof."