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The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Tonight, She Becomes His

Woman

At the Windsor family mansion, an elderly man of spirited appearance sat on a chair in the hall, leisurely sipping

tea.

Servants stood respectfully on either side, hardly daring to breathe.

Opposite the elder sat a girl in her late teens, whose features bore a

resemblance to Alexander’s upon gloser inspection.

She held a bowl of medicine, her

expression a mix of frustration and.

signation as she faced Master Windsor.

“Grandfather, the doctor said you must

drink

your medicine…”

She trailed off, unsettled by the frown

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that crept across the elder’s face.

“What has Alex been up to lately?” the old man asked slowly, his voice raspy.

“Grandfather, you know Alex is always busy…”

“Nonsense! He hasn’t provided a successor for The Windsor yet. If I pass away without seeing this happen, I’ll never rest in peace.”

As his words hung in the air, the teacup in his hand was hurled to the floor, shattering upon impact.

The tea set, a gift from one of Master Windsor’s former subordinates, was forth tens of thousands; now, it lay in pieces,

The servants flinched in unison, well aware of Master Windsor’s volatile temper.

Yet, each outburst instilled fear,

regardless of their familiarity with his

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that crept across the elder’s face.

“What has Alex been up to lately?” the old man asked slowly, his voice raspy.

“Grandfather, you know Alex is always busy…”

“Nonsense! He hasn’t provided a successor for The Windsor yet. If I pass away without seeing this happen, I’ll never rest in peace.”

As his words hung in the air, the teacup in his hand was hurled to the floor, shattering upon impact.

The tea set, a gift from one of Master Windsor’s former subordinates, was forth tens of thousands; now, it lay in pieces,

The servants flinched in unison, well aware of Master Windsor’s volatile temper.

Yet, each outburst instilled fear,

regardless of their familiarity with his

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“Do it. I won’t repeat myself.”

With a twitch of his eye, Sebastian

knew better than to defy an order from Mr. Windsor and reluctantly

stepped out of the car.

Isabella was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the man. Before she could scream, Sebastian swiftly covered her mouth.

“Ms. Sterling, my apologies, but Mr. Windsor requests your presence in the car.”

A/request? Hardly a typical one at that.

Isabella, unable to voice her distress, was quickly ushered into the car. The sight of Alexander, seated calmly, sparked a flood of indignation and vulnerability.

“Alexander, what are you trying to do? I’m warning you, this is kidnapping. I could call the police on you right now!”

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“Do it. I won’t repeat myself.”

With a twitch of his eye, Sebastian

knew better than to defy an order from Mr. Windsor and reluctantly

stepped out of the car.

Isabella was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the man. Before she could scream, Sebastian swiftly covered her mouth.

“Ms. Sterling, my apologies, but Mr. Windsor requests your presence in the car.”

A/request? Hardly a typical one at that.

Isabella, unable to voice her distress, was quickly ushered into the car. The sight of Alexander, seated calmly, sparked a flood of indignation and vulnerability.

“Alexander, what are you trying to do? I’m warning you, this is kidnapping. I could call the police on you right now!”

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Alexander remained composed,

merely patting the empty seat beside

him.

“Sit down. Tonight, you will be my

woman…”

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

Status: Ongoing Author: Artist: ,
In a delightful twist of fate, Lady Isabella found herself inadvertently ensnared by Riverdale’s most powerful magnate, Alexander Windsor. Rumors swirled, predicting her doom, yet she effortlessly transformed into the cherished wife he seemingly couldn’t bear to part with for even a moment, as if wishing to keep her in his pocket or tethered to his side at all times. Isabella Sterling quirked a l*p, “A mere two billion, I shall return it then…” The man leaned in, his charm palpable, “And how do you propose to repay? With your heart, or something more tangible?” Since taking residence at The Windsor, Mr. Alexander’s incurable condition miraculously improved. He ate well, worked tirelessly, his demeanor blooming like spring peaches, heart swelling with joy, capable of sleeping soundly for three days straight without a care. Until one day, someone unwittingly stumbled upon the lady’s secrets. The top hacker shaking the core of Caloria was her! The financial tycoon whose name echoed around the globe was her! The prodigious healer with the golden touch was her, her, and again her… The elite ladies of high society wept, their makeup smeared, as they faced a fearsome rival. “You go first, I’ll retreat!” In Riverdale, where a mere stomp of Mr. Alexander’s foot could cause a tremor, he famously said, “A king does not live off his wife, unless she is overwhelmingly beautiful!”

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