Blackmailing his runaway bride

"I don't believe this."  The suited man turned in his stance to further bore his grim sight at the tearing woman seated in front of him. "I have been calling the wrong man my father for thirty-one years." "Christopher is still your father regardless. He accepted you, loved you as his own," she said, her voice trembling, her obviously expensive silk scarf doing a good job of wiping her tears off before they could damage her make up. "He knew?" Charles scoffed as his mother confirmed it. Taking a seat on the leather sofa which strangely was the only furniture he ever sat on, he ran his hair backwards, the dryness annoying him a bit. "I still don't believe that you kept this from me." "Charles," the richly dressed woman whose age wasn't telling on her spoke softly. ", truthfully, if I had my way, I would have preferred you not to know. Rodrigo is sort of a bastard, Charles." "I was a bastard unknow

Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. The past few days have been a mental hell for him. Apart from his norm of attending meetings after meetings, the fact that he was so close yet far from his real family members tortured him.And there was the fact that he had not found a suitable time to devote to searching for a wife.He needed a break, he needed some sort of entertainment. At that moment, in order to find his plans working out perfectly he needed a clear mind.Charles picked up his phone and called in his secretary."Sir, you called me.""Yes," he poured himself some whiskey, his one and loyal company. ",are there any events in town that I can attend? I need a break.""I don't know...""Miss Kane, you are good at what you do, instead of telling me you don't know any, I should be hearing you will be finding out if there is any."The slight cruelty in his voice did not appear to move her, that was one of the reasons he had

It really was him. Isabella sat back into her chair. She had been hoping it was a dream, but it wasn't. He really kissed her. Anthony... Charles actually aroused her without trying hard. After six years he was still that good. Her fingers grazing her lips, she recalled to the last detail how he took her with more intention than he used to when they used to date.That same day, when she got home and took a look at Gabriel, Isabella realized it had been a while that she felt so strongly aroused. Her husband never took the liberty to make her feel good during sex. All Gabriel ever wanted to do was empty his nut into her.Feeling sadness set in again, Isabella wondered how life would have been if she had not run away few minutes to her tying the knot with Anthony. She wouldn't be derived of intense intercourse, certainly. She probably won't have a failing company to be worried about too. Sighing, Isabella reasoned that it was useless to swim in regret at that stage. If any

"Are you joking right now?" Charles was impressed. He wasn't sure why- it might partly because she still maintained a cool look- but he was. "You heard me Miss Shade. Marry me and your debts will disappear, I assure you." Isabella let out a bitter chuckle as she got up. "You must be joking." "I most certainly am not." "So, you just want me to marry you." She moved dangerously yet graciously towards Charles. "Be my wife and that's all you need to do." "Did you hit your head? Or don't you know that it is stupid to tell a married woman such nonsense?" Charles's eyes narrowed as he thought confusedly, 'She is married?' He checked her ring finger for both hands but there was no sign of her being married. He wondered if she was lying. The man who had her situation checked didn't mention anything about a husband and truthful

Like every other human on earth, Claire Oxford had her past sins. And typical of such sins, it was back to haunt her and take grasp of her son, Charles. Wondering what he was doing at that moment, she took another second to silently pray that he did not stray or fall into wrong hands. As she took a seat on one of the cushions in her tailoring room, Claire wondered if it would be safe to let her husband know of the situation. She certainly did not hide her previous shameful marriage with Ordinaz from her husband. And she appreciated that he did not judge her based on the fact that she was sold to Ordianz, he even accepted her son with whom she had run away with when troubles kept mounting troubles in Ordinaz's home. No. She shook her head as her eyes wearily wandered the huge room that reeked of lavender and was a sight to anyone who loved expensive garments. Telling her