Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 96

Alexander shielded Isabella behind him. In a frosty voice, he questioned, "Who are you people? What are you trying to do?"

The man chuckled but did not answer. With a wave of his hand, the entire room lit up.

Alexander and Isabella took a short moment to adjust to the brightness before getting a clear look at the setup of this room. A camera was set up in front of them while four key lights were directed at a massive bed behind them.

Instantly, Isabella's heart was up in her throat. She had formed a rough guess of what her abductors were about to do. Her fingers went cold as she clenched the hem of her blouse.

Alexander noticed the camera too. The expression on his face darkened. "What are you people trying to film?"

"You're a smart man."

The man pulled a chair to the side of the camera and sat down. As he tapped his fingers against the camera body, he continued, "It's simple. Just work with us by sitting together for a bit, and we'll take a few 'lovely' photos. That's all."

"In your dreams," Alexander refused without any hesitation.

He reached out and shielded Isabella further behind him. "Who sent you? Do you know who I am?"

The grin on the man's face faded. Then, he gave his bodyguards a look.

One of the bodyguards immediately stepped forward, pulled out a dagger from his pocket, and held it up against the side of Isabella's waist.

The man's voice turned cold. "Mr. Sinclair, I'd suggest you give us your cooperation."

Isabella froze, though she forced herself to hold it all together and remain silent.

Alexander clenched his hands into tight fists as he stared at the blade by Isabella's waist. Even the vein in his temple was popping.

"What the hell are you people trying to do?" he questioned, his voice carrying restrained rage. "How much money are you people after? I'll pay you!"

The man laughed, then answered nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair. It's true that we're doing this for money, but we're people of our word too. Since I've received someone else's payment, I'll have to get the job done. My client has given orders for me to get my hands on scenes with both of you on the bed together. This way, please, Mr. Sinclair and Ms. Moore."

Isabella's heart dropped.

In a firm voice, Alexander threatened, "Don't you dare! Either you kill me today, or you let me go and I'll get back at you after that!"

He lowered his voice too. As he did a quick scan of the room, he replied, "I know. I'll find an opportunity to lure them away in a bit while you run toward the window. I noticed earlier that the window isn't locked."

Right at this moment, the man got to his feet without warning. He walked up to them and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Sinclair? Struggling with undressing her? Shall I help you with it, then?"

As he said that, he reached for Isabella's collar. Alexander immediately grabbed onto his wrist. In a frigid voice, he said, "I'll do it."

The man raised a brow, retracted his hand, and went back to his seat.

Alexander slowly lifted his hand, his fingers brushing against Isabella's earlobe unintentionally. He whispered in a voice that only they could hear, "I'll push the camera down in three seconds. Run toward the window and don't turn back."

Isabella's pupils constricted, but she nodded.

Alexander took a deep breath. Just as the man opened his mouth to give his directions, Alexander raised his hand. However, much to his surprise, the bodyguards next to him were prepared. At almost the same moment he raised his hand, the bodyguards held him down.

"Damn it!" the man roared. He then ordered the bodyguards, "Don't bother talking with him. Strip them both down!"