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

"That man murdered your father," Charles firmly pronounced, one of his fingers pointing ahead of him.

"We don't have evidence, Charles. This is the best I can do to get some truth."

"And do you think he will confess?"

"He will have to." They soon reached their destination. Standing in front of the room's door, Isabella looked into Charles's concerned eyes. "I will make him confess," she said with determination in her voice.

"Alright then." Charles gave her a quick kiss before he hugged her. His arms wrapped securely around her, he said, "I'll be out here in case anything happens."

"Thank you so much, Charles."

Isabella could never stop thanking him.

"Stop with the gratitude woman," he released her and gave her another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer. "Good luck in there."

"Thank you. I need it." 

After that, she pushed the double doors of the room open and Ben Idoh who was staring at the entrance for some reason had his face wearing surprise.

"Isabella you are here," said the man a bit too excitedly. "I have been trying to reach you."

"You are too excited, Uncle Ben." Her voice carried some kind of menace. And as she closed the door behind her, Isabella said, "You shouldn't be. Because I am not here to play."