Isabelle's POV
"Come again?" I asked.
"You.are.going.to.marry.him." He replied, stressing each word.
I looked at the man Iskandar or whatever the hell his name was in plain silence.
He remained calm even after I poured the bowl of Ramen over him. Without looking at me, he stayed still.
Dad was drinking the glass of water to calm himself down but his expression told me that he was ashamed of me.
As if I care.
And my dear stepmother was glaring at me as if she was going to kill me right here, right now.
I snickered in disbelief. "Don't tell me that this slut has arranged my marriage to some bland psychopath who can't even react to being food thrown over him."
"I will fucking slap you Isabelle if you keep on calling me disgusting names. I already have enough of your tantrums. I will not tolerate it anymore." My stepmother raised her voice.
Well, this is new! Don't tell me that she's trying to act like a respected lady in front of this Iskandar guy.
"You're a slut who slept with somebody else's husband and wrecked her home because you wanted money. You fucking sold your body for the money..you bitch, I dare you to raise your voice against me, I'll fucking kill you." I spat, disgust lacing in my voice.
She closed her eyes for a second before she came and raised her hand to slap me but before that could happen, her arm were caught in mid-air by the man with whom they were planning to marry me off.
"Don't forget that she's going to be my wife. I'll not like Mrs James, if somebody tries to harm my wife." That man said in a hollow tone which made her instantly drop her hands and apologize.
What's wrong with this man?
"Dude, it's my matter. Stay away. And who the hell said that I'll marry you?" I asked now getting annoyed by his tone.
Who gave him the right to call me his wife?
"I said. I said that you're going to marry him. You've already crossed all your limits, Isabelle. Now just do what I say or else-" Dad was about to complete his sentence but I started laughing.
I started laughing like a maniac. "Wow, Dad. I'm scared. Tell me if I don't marry him then what will you do? Hit me? Go ahead, I'm not scared anymore old man."
"Just look at her. She has lost her mind. For God's sake, how many times have I told you to not give her enough freedom?" The stepmother said to my father who was clenching his fist in anger.
I ignored them and looked at that Iskandar guy who was starring at me. I raised my eyebrows and took a step closer to him. His eyes were plain, devoid of every single emotion. But something in them told me that he was trying his best to act neutral. He wanted to say something but he didn't.
"Tell me why do you want to marry me? Don't tell me that you're behind my father's wealth. Or does he promise to pay a large amount of sum to you so that you should marry me?" I asked, crossing my arms above my chest.
But alas this man.
He kept his mouth shut. He didn't even utter a single word. All he did was stare at me.
"He's Iskandar Remington. The billionaire Iskandar Remington. Do you think that he'll need any of our money?" Stepmother said.
I blinked.
My jaw dropped in surprise.
Holy cheeseball.
I looked at him all over again, this time noticing every single detail about him. His rich aura, and classy personality.
He held a plain face as if it doesn't even bother a single cell in him if I know he was a billionaire or not.
I've heard from the news that Iskandar is good looking but I never imagined that the freaking billionaire would be no less that a Greek God.
Come to think of it. I've heard somewhere that he was dating someone.
Then why the hell he's marrying me?
Dude this is so fucked up. What's going on here? I can't understand a thing. I mean why in a world one of the richest men in our country would like to marry me? This is insane.
I rubbed my forehead in confusion and looked around to see if anyone's got any say in this but no one spoke anything.
I switched my attention back to him and clicked my finger in front of his face. "Your girlfriend cheated on you or what? Why the fuck do you want to marry me when you're already dating someone?"
And with just a single sentence of me, his plain eyes flickered with emotions. His eyes were no longer void instead anger has subsided in them.
Through my periphery, I found him clenching his fist on the side.
"Ouch. I hit the nerve, didn't I? Your face tells that she cheated on you." I added, now enjoying the sudden change in him.
I patted his shoulders and passed him a fake sympathy. "I'm sorry about it."
"Isabelle." Dad called my name which made me shift my gaze to him.
"I know where she is."
"Huh?"
"I know where your mother is."
I froze in my tracks and waited impatiently for him to say that he was lying but the stern look on his face said otherwise.
Without thinking twice, I ran to him and folded my hands in front of him. All the emotions that I've been subsided for so long threatened to explode.
My heart started thumping louder in my chest and her image flashed in the back of my head.
My eyes brimmed with tears and all I did was cry shamelessly in front of my father and stepmother. The two people whom I despise most.
"P-please tell me where is she?" I pleaded.
"Is this girl bipolar or what? Just a minute before, she was giving us attitude and now she's crying?" She rolled her eyes but my dad didn't say anything.
"P-please, Dad. Just tell me." I added.
"I'll tell you but only on one condition." He exhaled.
I looked hopefully at him all day nodded.
"You've to marry him."
I frowned and bend my head low.
I know Dad that you'll never understand what you've done to me. I know all your demons. I know what you've done in the past.
Indeed, I'd even die to meet my mother but marriage?
What about the promise that I've given to her?
I pushed saliva down my throat and pressed my eyes shut.
But I need to meet her. I want to know how's she. I just need my mother.
All these years, I did my best to find her but all in vain. I missed her badly. I cried to sleep every night and my father knew it all but still, he never told me that he was aware of her whereabouts.
If this marriage is the only way to meet her then I'm ready to break the promise that I gave to my mother.
"I'll marry him." I whispered in shame.
My stepmother broke into happiness, she quickly patted my head. I waited for a few seconds before pushing her hand aside. "Don't you dare to touch me? You filthy bitch."
She ignored and the smile on her face didn't vanish.
Why she's so happy about my marriage?
I wiped my tears and looked at my father. "Why do you want me to marry him? What are you getting im return?"
"He's going to fund my party. I need money for the next election. With him as my backbone, I will win for sure." He answered without wasting a second.
Wow. I should've known about his cheap intentions. He's ready to sell his daughter into a forced marriage just to win the candidacy in the elections?
I turned around to leave all this mess for fresh air before my eyes fell on Iskandar who was staring at the crushed pieces of glass on the table.
He's one hell weird man.
I'm getting immensely bad vibes from this wedding.