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

Fifty

It was too quiet in there.

Charles didn't expect chairs to be flying out of the room, but it was uncomfortably too quiet.

 No one passing by would be able to suspect that the duo behind the doors was discussing something intense.

Restlessly, he began to pace the corridor. As he rushed air out of his mouth, Charles began to contemplate barging into the room. 

His sudden presence wouldn't be hated by Isabella, so he might as well do it.

 But before he could push the doors open, something told him to stay back for a minute or more.

Charles did as that tiny voice advised, his feet still hasty. 

When Charles took a break from the seemingly endless pacing, he was about to walk to a nearby window when he heard a familiar feminine voice call him. 

"Miss Sands." Her name rolled out of his tongue as though it was pure poison. After the crazy stunt she pulled, she vanished and his thoughts of punishing her disappeared as well. 

But, as his hard gaze stayed fixed on her, he recalled the day he almost lost Isabella again and his hatred toward Christina Kane grew.

"Good day, Mr. Oxford." 

Shyly, she stood in front of him, her hands clutching a mini purse whose off-whiteness matched her blue outfit. 

"You haven't left." 

It was taking Charles every nerve within him to desist from lashing out at her. He just couldn't get the image of her being so... sexual with him out of his head.

But he couldn't act rashly. Isabella was in the other room dealing with something more important. 

 His hands forming into fists, Charles calmly questioned her silence with a slight raise of his brow.

"I uh..." Her thick lashes batted seriously as she seemed to struggle to find a stable stance. Looking straight at him was a problem for her and that gladdened Charles who wanted her to feel guilty as much as possible. "I decided to take a small vacation to help me gather my thoughts together."

"Hmm." That was not the statement he expected from her. 

Feeling highly disappointed, Charles eyed Miss Kane who failed to utter more words after her ridiculous statement. 

The silence between them grew, and Charles started to find her presence greatly unpleasant. Quickly, his feet turned, ready to walk away. But her feverish voice stopped him.

"I am very sorry, sir." Charles faced Miss Kane and he noticed the welling in her eyes which wore a serious plead. Head ducked in shame, she continued, "I was stupid. I let my foolish desires get in the way. I shouldn't have done that. I deserve to be punished."

Charles scoffed. " You must have been insane. Of all things you could do, Miss Kane. Of all things."

Sighing as he stared down at her, Charles suddenly realized what he wished to do about her. Then, he said, "I am really disappointed, Miss Kane. Even if you wanted me that much, you shouldn't have teamed up with my mother. Can you see where that has landed you?" His frown deepened. "You don't have a job anymore. And, if I decide to put you behind bars, you will be left with a criminal record. And you know how that affects your future. So, what do you think I should do with you?"

"I-"

Charles did not ask that question to receive a response, so he cut her short. "I wish you all the best, Miss Kane. It was nice working with you." 

Miss Kane sharply raised her head, her eyes bulged with shock. Taking a deep gulp, she stuttered, "S... Sir...?"

"Leave before I change my mind."

Charles turned and faced the door that he wished would hurriedly swing open.

He was more concerned about Isabella than the woman behind him. 

Christina Kane walked out of that space after rolling out many apologies and appreciation.

But, Charles stopped listening to her after the first word she spoke and he had no time to check if Miss Kane had fully left that area because a loud scuffle came from the room.

Without double thought, Charles rushed into the room where he met Isabella standing above Ben Idoh who had two upturned chairs sprawled by his side, his entire body shivering greatly.

"Bella, what's going on?"

She ignored Charles's concerned words and bent her knees to focus on the man whose eyes were already fluttering violently.

"Why did you do it?" Isabella asked quietly, her voice laced with threats. "Why?"

"I..." The man began to make choking noises and that brought Charles's attention to the syringes that were scattered around Ben Idoh. They were all used. 

"Do you think you can go this way?" Isabella moved closer. Without mercy, she clutched the collar of his shirt. "Do you think I will let you go so easily after all you have done? Uh?" She screamed and the man soon started to chuckle. " Is this funny to you?" Charles could see that her grip was getting tighter. "You freaking killed my father! You drugged him to death!"

Ben Idoh gave more chuckles which were soon easily interrupted by fits of cough. When his throat was slightly cleared, he began to talk. "Isa... Your father... he was a big sinner. H...He deserved it."

"You fucking bastard!" The air in the room grew still as Isabella lifted her right arm. Her trembling hand drawn in a fist, she was ready to deliver a huge blow onto the man's face. 

"Isabella..." Charles moved closer to her to prevent her from doing something crazy.

 Ben Idoh looked like he was moving closer to death's entrance. Isabella's touch would easily end Idoh's life and Charles didn't want that. 

He desired to see the man pay for his crimes but he didn't want Isabella to get involved in making him suffer.

"Let's call 911," Charles suggested as his heart wrenched when he saw the great fury that rested on his wife's face. 

As Isabella lowered her hand, her head hung and the room was plunged into silence.

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