"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 truthfully, he wouldn't have believed the man just as he wasn't at that moment.
"You know I am not joking right, so you can cut out the attitude."
"Attitude? You think I am giving you attitude?" she asked unbelievably as she moved even closer. "I am married Anthony. If your research didn't tell you that much, now you know that you can shove your proposition back into where it came from."
Charles was dazzled. If she was really married, she just made the game way fun. Getting up, he maintained this smirk that said it was eager to put the woman in her place. When he was a few inches away from her, he stopped and his hand immediately went into his pocket.
"You know..." His eyes scanned the walls of the room which were plastered with a spiral design of black and white mix before they looked down at hers which looked like they were eager to tear him apart.
"For someone who is in a lot of debt, you are being too rude." Her pupils dilated. "You are being so rude that you look stupid especially if I recall correctly that about six years ago you left me standing at the altar waiting for you hopelessly."
Isabella's legs gave away almost immediately but Charles caught her and sat her down on a nearby cushioned chair, her scent briefly tickling his nose.
"Listen to me carefully Isabella..." His ringtone interrupted him, but he ignored it. " I don't care if you are married or not. I am going to get back at you for what you did. But, no, I am not going to harm you. All you need to do is marry me and have your debts cleared and I will get what I want, simple."
"I can't be married to two men at the same time!" Isabella seemed to have found her voice.
"Well it doesn't look like your marriage is doing you that much good, so a divorce is an approachable option."
"What the hell do you think you are doing? You really think I am going to leave my husband?" Charles found it silly of her to be putting up such an attitude. She clearly was making a fool of herself.
His eyes roamed her again as he thought that even when a bit foolish, she looked beautiful.
"If you want your company's debt to be cleared." Isabella huffed for like the umpteenth time. "And yes, you owe me a lot for not marrying me earlier."
"Are you blackmailing me?"
Charles shrugged as he took few steps back. "If that is what you want to call it, fine. I am just going to remind you that my proposition is simple, just marry me."
Isabella got up angrily and looked him straight in the eye and said, "Never."
Charles sighed and picked a half empty bottle of whiskey lying on a low stool. "I guess I will have to ask you again at a more convenient location." His head swung in the direction of the furious woman. "Will your house be okay?"
"I am not going to marry you and that is final." Isabella did not even wait to capture the smug look on Charles face before storming out.
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Christina Kane was angry. And that evident in the manner with which she pressured the almost empty wine glass with her fingers.
And why was she angry?
She had just heard the most stupid reply come out of the mouth of the non-fashionable woman that just stormed out of her boss's room.
Christina just found it insane, she found it absurd that the woman just boldly rejected Charles's proposal. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but she caught the part where Charles had asked the lady to marry him and the part where she said she wasn't going to before storming out of his room.
Her manicured, white painted fingers caused a crack as she thought more and more about it. As Christina spared the glass and set it down, she thought of how foolish the Isabella woman was. Charles Oxford was not a man you can say no easily to.
His glare was enough to drive reluctance out and leave you with nothing but want for him. His body, without being exposed looked so yummy. Even, his beautiful, beautiful face was not left out.
Christina had been crazy about him way before she got a job at the company he specifically headed. Before she became his secretary almost two years back, she worked at a position where she was very invisible. So, all she did was admire the gorgeous man from afar and wish that he would one day jam into her and offer her a smile as he apologized. And then, he might just ask her to go out.
It was just pure wishful thinking.
But heavens smiled on her when a spot for his personal secretary was thrown open. And for the six months used to carefully select a candidate, Christina did more than her best. She drove herself to a point she never would have thought she could have reached.
And that certainly paid off.
And that left her with just one problem- making him her man.
Christina's face lit up as reason approached her. If Charles was looking for a wife, maybe she finally had a chance to be with him.
That brought a smile to the sexy blonde's face. Grabbing her phone, she knew she just had to play her cards right. And she knew how exactly she was going to do that.
AUTHOR'S NOTEHey guys, before you go on with this chapter, you should know that there is a bit of violence towards the end. Even though I tried to make it less graphic, if you do not roll well with reading stuff like that, you can always skip it. Thanks for reading :)~Isabella violently adjusted the neck of her gown which felt like it was growing into the length of her neck to suffocate her more and more. But she was just harming the poor gown whose neckline did a good job of giving her chest breathing space.Her hands leaving the almost mutilated material, Isabella found a nearby bench to sit on to gather her thoughts properly.At that moment, the only source of help at that moment was putting her in a spot. A spot she definitely did not see coming.Recalling his proposition which he said with all seriousness, Isabella wondered why her of all people.
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
Isabella felt dirty.She did when Gabriel first slept with her. Hours she spent under the shower trying to console herself, trying to assure herself that things would be okay. She had told herself she wouldn't regret her decisions.Years after, nothing was okay. No amount of days spent under the shower could assure her of better days in Gabriel Manifold's house.As she gathered the mattress into a corner of her office, Isabella immediately cringed. The pain was still screaming into her head, her whole being was crying for help.But she was tired. Fighting was a ridiculous thing to her at that moment. She just wanted to give up or maybe give in. She was sold off to her husband anyway, she might as well let him finally use her the way he wanted.She could give up the company and become a sit-at-home wife who does nothing but follow her husband words. Occasionally, she could visit h
"Tell me you are making some kind of stupid joke," Isabella said as she felt her bones shake."It is no joke. Your father is-""I heard you already!" she exclaimed as she took another step back, her eyes darting in confusion. Without seeing his proof, she sort of believed him. It made sense a bit. Her father being dead explained his silence. But... why?"Here." Her legs totally failed her and she hit the floor before Charles could help her. As she flipped the photos which revealed it all- her father's body, his death certificate, his funeral- she wondered why she was kept in the dark.According to the pictures, he died a year ago. Uncle Ben had been lying to her. According to the pictures, he also attended the funeral. But he said nothing to her, he just kept assuring that her father would someday call.Like heck he would. Isabella was resisting the urge to laugh at her life. Her
As soon as Isabella parked Charles's car in the scanty car park of her sorry excuse of a company, she suddenly figured that he was probably still waiting upstairs for her to come with his car.And... waiting for her response. Which she had no idea what it really was till that moment.Now that she had freed herself from Gabriel's suffocating hold, she had a chance to start things all over again. But the question was how?Isabella sat back into the driver's seat and pondered.She could let the bank take possession of her almost ruined company and she could start a life somewhere far from her hell.Or... the other option that kept dangling in her face, she could agree to become Charles's wife, save her company and remain close to her hell.Isabella shuddered for some reason.The second option sounded scary. Not only because she would be clos
It was crazy. The way her heart was banging.She had just taken a shower and all she thought about was the last time Gabriel was in her. Actually she could still feel him forcing his way into her and it made her scared.To make it worse, Isabella's mind could not help but replay Uncle Ben's advice about leaving Gabriel and Charles's words about the same matter.That she might not be safe after all from Gabriel made her even more scared.She took a deep sigh.Something at the back of her mind told her to maintain her calm. She was doing a good job at scaring herself and that was not a good thing. At that rate, she could begin to hallucinate and give herself unnecessary heart issues.So, Isabella took in another deep breath and after releasing it, she reached for her robe and walked out of the shower into her office. Humming a tune, she made for behind her desk
Charles smirked to himself. Then as he looked out his car window, his face fell. Isabella was toying with his heart and she had no idea.Damn! That woman had no idea she was torturing him. Marriage aside, all he wanted at that moment was to hold her in his arms, tight. He would love, protect her with his hold. But she was being reluctant.Charles wondered what she really faced while she was married to the Manifold guy. It sure was something ugly. It definitely was something that put some kind of fear inside her. Her question earlier sort of gave that out.That was more reason he wanted her by his side. Charles no longer cared about revenge, he just wanted her to be safe.In no time, his car stopped and his driver announced their arrival at the hotel."Thank you David." The latter nodded as he waited for Charles to alight so he could go and pack the car properly.
"What on earth did you get yourself into Isa?" Caleb had just heard the whole situation his friend was in and he obviously was pissed and unhappy. "Gabriel sounds like he is going to end you."Isabella stretched her leg onto the length of the red leather couch. "I have no idea what to do," she said. Caleb scoffed loudly. "What?""What on earth do you mean by you have no idea what to do? It is very obvious Isabella.""I don't think I am ready for another marital life." The look on her face distressed Caleb who looked at her like he was wishing a simple hug could solve her problems."But you need protection from the one you just left and trust me, the next time I recieve a letter, I don't want it to be your blood on it.""So," Isabella shrugged as she sank into the couch into a laying position. ", I have no choice but to marry Charles.""Running away right now
Among mixed feelings after the news of Gabriel's death, Isabella found something new. Something indescribable. Perhaps it was relief or better put, the peace she had so much yearned for, she really couldn't say.All she knew was that something had changed within her.It was already eight months after Gabriel's mysterious death. No one really knew what happened and nothing could be concluded except for the fact that he was severely roasted and ridiculously, the investigators think he did it to himself.Isabella took a deep sigh and looked around the quiet place with headstones and neat grasses giving her eyes something to feast on. In her hand was a piece of paper which contained the most exciting news she had ever had. But no one was around yet for her to share the good news with.So, strangely, after realizing how boring it would be to stay in the hotel in anticipation of Charles's arrival, she chose to wander. And her reckless legs took her into a cemet
Charles could have chuckled hard but something else stopped him. The audacity of the man who supposedly is his biological father certainly couldn't be ignored. What annoyed the man most was the fact that a gun was pulled when Isabella was there. She didn't show any kind of fear, but he didn't want her exposed to such dangers.Charles knew he had to act fast and get them both out of there without Rodrigo Ordinaz getting anything from him. He stole a look at the man who had a smile on his face. His mother was right, he was not a man with good intentions. But that didn't sadden Charles. He had already sort of believed his mother's statement about Ordinaz, so he wasn't too surprised.But the part he totally didn't see coming was where his real father would openly say he wants to use his company and how wife's as some kind of leverage."Are you going to sit down or not?" Ordinaz asked, an impatient grin now etched in his bold face.Charles who was already work
Claire confirmed it again. Gabriel was on his way to her son's house and he definitely wasn't going there for some merriment. According to the security personnel she had employed, Gabriel had purchased from a black market, explosives after he had trailed his way to Charles's house and the very hangar his private aircraft was usually kept whenever his work made him remain within London.One thing was crystal clear though, Gabriel wasn't aware that Charles and Isabella weren't home and that made it all easy for her. She would be able to get a hold of the careless, vengeance driven man without much being lost.In preparation, she had used her connection to evacuate the occupants around to a more conducive environment which happened without much complaint because, who doesn't like to have a taste of a better life once in a while?From a safe distance with a walkie talkie on her laps that danced with impatience, Mrs. Oxford wondered if Charles was at that moment face
Charles was beyond baffled.That his mother would go even as far as that surprised him really. But then, she attempted to get rid of his father, should he really be so shocked?"Charles..." Isabella softly called him and he felt so guilty. He felt terrible that Isabella suffered a bruise on her heart when Daphne showed up at their door. The woman's presence took her back to a time she was pregnant with his child, the time she suffered a loss. And it was his fault. His mother just had to be the crazy type.Not wanting her to see how guilty he felt, he faced the other side of the room and heaved a deep sigh. Truthfully a part of him was relieved. Relieved that he wasn't the father to Daphne's unborn child. That could have messed up everything."Charles talk to me." His wife's hands went around his waist and her head rested gently against his firm back and he shook once again with guilt.His head hung, he whispered, "What could I possibly say Bella? B
Charles chuckled and that surprised his mother. "Is that what you came all this way to say?" he asked, grabbing Isabella's hand after as though he intended to ignite his mother's rage."Did you hear what I said Charles? Your wife is incapable of giving birth!""So?" He laughed again and faced the woman beside him who was trying to keep a blank face. Claire wondered why Charles was acting like it was no big deal. She knew how particular he was about having a child or two when finally married."How is this funny Charles? I am trying to tell you that-""I already knew Mother. And it is not her fault. So, I don't really see the point you are trying to make here."Claire Oxford scoffed and decided to take a different route. "I heard Ordinaz wants a grandchild from you."He instantly frowned and asked cautiously, " How do you know about that?"Shrugging, the woman who was now wearing a sly smile adjusted the jacket sprawled over her shoulde
Claire Oxford was smiling so unusually, it made the women around her very curious and a bit worried as they heard she was left out of her son’s wedding to a divorcee.But the woman had no care in the world about what they all thought. They were looking for a topic for gossip anyway. So, she excused herself and made for her room, making sure to tell the housekeeper to entertain her guests well.As soon as she closed the door of her huge, plainly decorated room which held more of her clothes and accessories in a way that irked her husband but comforted her, she became even more relaxed.Taking out her phone to call Charles, Mrs. Oxford wondered if he would be with Isabella Shade. She then wondered if he knew that she had a thing or two she was keeping from him. The woman wore a smile.She knew her son well. When he learns about the secret, he would feel betrayed and he will certainly see how the woman was not the one for him. And he would finally foll
“What?”Isabella never saw herself telling Charles that part of her past so soon. In fact, if she had a way, she would have made sure that he never finds out. But then… she just told him he was once a father.Rather, she just informed him that he would have been a father if not for the situationsurroundingher life then.“You were carrying my child?” A visibly angry Charles asked as though wanting to be certain he had not heard the wrong thing. She gave a short nod to his question. “What happened then? Wait a minute…”His head tilted to the side, his fingers danced in the air in eccentric circles as he seemed to reason something. “Isabella?”“Yes Charles?” She wasn’t surprised that tearswere already falling from her eyes. She took a second to wipe her face before looking his way again.“What you are trying to tell me is that, you were aware
It seemed like his head had somehow exploded in reaction to what the woman in front of him just spilled. Extremely taken aback, Charles's eyes darted towards Isabella whose arms were crossed with a little frown on her forehead. He wasn't ready to wonder what she could be feeling after that crazy bomb Daphne just dropped.So, he just faced the pregnant woman again and asked, "What are you talking about?"She gave her little chuckle which he always felt had a tone of evil behind it anytime it rang in his ears. Slowly, she got up and she was soon leveled in stance with him, their eyes on the same plane. "What?" She looked oddly amused. "Are you going to deny sleeping with me?"Charles almost held his hair in anguish. What kind of thing was happening to him? Daphne was just a fling and that was all she ever was. After a week, he broke all ties with her and she had no issues with it. But now..."Daphne... Are you certain this child is mine?"She scoffed
After a blissful night in each other's arms, Isabella and Charles were soon on their way back home. They were presently driving along the route that led to the hangar where Charles's private aircraft was being kept. Looking out the window as the breeze that the trees juggled attracted her, Isabella wondered how it would feel to be in the air again.It had been so long since she traveled. It was not like she ever had a reason to. A vacation never even crossed her mind while she was married to Gabriel.Wearing a small smile instantly, she began to reason her life some more.She asked herself questions. Like why she never deemed it fit to take a break from running the hotel. Or why she never thought of going for a long drive after a long week of Gabriel's terrible nagging.Definitely, she would have felt less worked up if she had done those little things.Isabella sighed. There was no cause for regrets. Another chance was in front of her t