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

"I don't want my son to marry someone like you," Mrs. Oxford said, her voice taking a dangerous tone.

"Someone like me?"

"A married woman is a tainted woman. A tainted woman standing beside my son is bad news and I don't like bad news especially when it comes to my son. So..." The very serious woman took a second to catch her breath, her glare still on Isabella. "Leave my son alone, Isabella. Let him find someone better."

"If you have a problem with the woman your son wants to be with, shouldn't you be speaking to your son about it?" Isabella decided to go further. For some reason, she felt like she was reliving the time her father told her to get married to Gabriel. She wanted to take the courage in her voice as the one she could have had back then.

"You said you looked into me, clearly, you didn't look deep enough. I have gone through many things and now that I have Charles... I am not letting him go."

"Don't test me, Isabella Shade. I can bring trouble into your existence within a blink."

Isabella scoffed. "Trouble? Ma'am, I lived with trouble for a long time. If you decide to add yours, it will be nothing." Even her eyes darkened. "I won't be affected."

Mrs. Oxford's lips fell apart and as she saw Isabella making moves to get up and leave, she regained composure and said, "Wait."

Isabella's eyes watched the woman as she rummaged through her pause. When she found whatever it was, she slammed it on the table and locked gaze with a wondering Isabella.

"This is a blank cheque." Isabella laughed silently. What did the woman take her for? "Take it and leave my son. Isn't your company almost in ruins? Use the money to restore it to its former glory."

'A little too late ma'am' Isabella said within her as she took a firm stance.

"I do not need your money. As I have said earlier, I won't let go of Charles. Not again. And not even you, his mother will be able to stop me."

"Well then, Isabella Shade..." The woman got up. "We will see how long you will be able to hold on to your dear Charles." Her nose touched the air. "When I am done with you, you won't even be able to crawl to beg for forgiveness."

"I pity you, ma'am." Mrs. Oxford's eyes widened in question. Isabella gave a short smile and continued. "I suggest you get a job and stop wasting precious time on me. And regarding holding onto Charles, let's see how fate plays out, shall we?"

"I-"

"Good day, Mrs. Oxford. It was a pleasure meeting you." Isabella walked out of the room with style but when she got to her car, her confidence failed.

The courage flew away, fear came in, and Mrs. Oxford's words haunted her a little too soon.

She was so undeserving of Charles.

Isabella knew that and as it sunk in more and more, the thought that fate could trick her and have her back in Gabriel's torturing abode dropped and she immediately felt gripped by more fright.

But, no...

She wasn't going to let that happen.

She was going to be strong. 

So strong that Gabriel won't stand a chance. So strong, that she will finally be with the man she always wanted and loved.

So strong, Mrs. Oxford will think she head-butted ten trailers at once.

Then, after so long, perhaps that peace of mind she had been craving for so long will finally embrace her.