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

"Isabella, I told you..."

"I don't care whether my father owes the entire Jupiter money, I am no longer interested in being his mode of payment. And trust me, I am going to work my way out of this one."

He ran his hand through his greyish, full hair whose style was quite confusing. "Isabella..."

She reached for the pictures on the floor and made for the door in no time. But before she stepped out, she turned to say, "Uncle, if you want to protect me, support me leaving Gabriel, then I would know for sure that you care about me."

A breeze blew past as she stepped outside.

And, no kidding, she needed the cool air to calm her sweating system. In fact, she needed tons of chilled juice at that moment.

But that was not possible.

For her next stop, she would be going to the war front.

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"Gabriel!" She hit the locked entrance door again as the loud music from inside devoured her shouts. Not bothering to stress herself by wondering what was going on in the house, she continued to bang the iron door with the little stone she had found around.

"Gabriel, open the door!"

The door opened. "H-hey are you the s-stripper?" The drunk, fat, shirtless dude in front of her raked her with his uncoordinated eyesight. "Wh-why are you not dressed?"

"Where is Gabriel?" Isabella was about to push her way into the house

"Ga-" he belched loudly, Isabella instantly jumped back at the stench that came with his release. "Sorry, I ate something from the kitchen." Isabella was keeping the urge to not throw up all over the man, so she just watched him as he tried to maintain balance and form his words. "Gabriel!" the man suddenly howled.

"What? Isn't that the stripper?" When Gabriel showed up and saw Isabella, he let out a little hiss before he stepped out. "Hey buddy, could you go and check on those ladies inside?"

"B-but I should let the stripper in," the man whined as Gabriel kept patting his bare chest.

"That is my wife, Tim. She is my personal stripper." Isabella shook her head.

"Ugh... so I don't get to see her strip." The drunk man was such a baby.

"No, you don't." Gabriel pushed him inside. "Off you go now."

When it was sure that the man-baby had entered, Gabriel closed the door and faced Isabella whose arms were crossed to do the job of keeping her aching fists to herself.

"Why are you here at this time of the day?" he asked.

"Did you know that my father died?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Didn't you know?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

" Do I look like a newscaster? Why would I stress myself with such rubbish?" Isabella's eyes dashed to the side as she sucked in some air. "Did you bring some money? I need some for this party."

"This one with the strippers?" A smile that felt like just the right amount of creepy took over her face. "Of course, I brought money for this party. I really enjoy it when you spend my hard-earned money on women, gambling, and parties."

A brief pause occurred. But Gabriel broke it when he asked, "So, where is the money?" Isabella was swift to reply with her fist landing hard on his nose. "What the hell bitch!" he exclaimed as he held his nose.

"Oh I am sorry, I thought you were asking for my money."

"What..." He removed his hand to check if he was bleeding. "What on earth is wrong with you?" He stood straight and made for her. As soon as he grabbed her tightly by the arms, she disengaged him with a brutal kick in his nuts.

"You bitch!" he howled as he took steps back to her viewing pleasure. "What do you think you are doing?"

She walked to him, grabbed him by the collar of his Hawaiian shirt, and made him stand straight against the wall. Then, she stared right into his eyes which were still silently and she said, "I am leaving you, Gabriel."

"Wh- what do you mean?"

"You heard me, Gabriel."

"You are joking right?"

"Do I look like I am joking?"

A small smile appeared on his lip. Then, it grew into a burst of muffled laughter which went on to burst into full craziness. "You want to leave me." He laughed maniacally. "This bitch thinks she can leave me."

Isabella's eyes narrowed. "I am leaving you," she repeated in case he did not hear her properly.

"You..." he growled as he grabbed her by the neck, twirled, and had her against the wall the next second. His breath trickled down her neck as he inhaled her scent like a psycho. "You are going nowhere. You are mine until I say otherwise."

With every ounce of strength inside her, Isabella broke out of his hold and made a quick run away from him. When she made it to Charles's car which she considered a safe distance, she faced Gabriel and cried into the air, "Listen to me Gabriel Manifold, I will no longer be your wife. I am leaving you!"

His laughter came louder and scarier. "My dear wife, we shall see about that." He took a few steps forward, she grabbed the door handle. "Be a darling this minute and enter this house. Once you do, I will overlook this drama you are acting."

"I said, I am leaving you!"

"Once you enter that car and leave this premises, consider yourself my enemy."

Isabella found herself chuckling. With her middle finger directed at the bastard a few distances from her, she said, "You have always been my enemy, Gabriel. I have always hated you."

"Well then, bitch," he picked a flower vase that was laying around and smashed it on the floor. "This is war."

She surprisingly wasn't scared of those words. And without giving any fucks, she entered the car and drove towards what she would call a new chapter in her life.