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The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Master

Windsor’s Intricate Planning

Despite her reservations, Isabella couldn’t just walk away. A single

word from Alexander could lead to

the demolition of Harborlight


“Stay if you must, but don’t try

anything foolish, or else…”

Alexander’s voice was tinged with mockery.

“Or else what?” Isabella retorted, her

frustration evident. She knew better

than to openly challenge Alexander

in his own home.

Observing Isabella’s flushed face, Alexander next commented, “Don’t worry, the mansion has plenty of guest rooms. We couldn’t fill them




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even if we tried to dismember you.”

Isabella frowned at his poor attempt at humor. Alexander called for a servant to prepare a guest room for Isabella, instructing them to first show her to her accommodations.

The servant hesitated, revealing an unfortunate timing issue, “Mr. Alexander, it’s quite unfortunate, but Master Windsor suddenly decided to renovate the mansion. Currently, there’s only one guest room

available; the rest are not suitable for use…”

Alexander’s expression darkened immediately. A renovation? Why hadn’t he been informed? Or was this a deliberate setup by Master Windsor?

His gaze shifted towards Master Windsor’s room, now darkened, considering another inquiry would


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likely provoke a scolding.

Isabella shared in the awkwardness, having agreed only to pretend as

Alexander’s girlfriend, not to share a room with him.

“Mr. Alexander, perhaps you could graciously occupy the gazebo outside tonight…”

Her suggestion was met with a palpable chill from Alexander.

Clearly, if anyone was to sleep in the gazebo, it should be her, not him.

After a moment of tense silence, Alexander gritted his teeth and conceded, “If it’s just one room, so be it. Grandfather would surely suspect something if we stayed separately.”

They proceeded to the guest room, only to find it stripped of all but a single bed and basic bedding.

Unknown to them, Master Windsor




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had ordered the removal of the

other furnishings, now stored in an adjacent room.

The servant couldn’t help but reflect

on Master Windsor’s deep and complex intentions.

After dismissing the servant, Alexander tossed the bedding to Isabella, his message clear: the bed was his; she could sleep wherever she wished.

Isabella was internally outraged by Alexander’s presumption and lack of chivalry but kept her complaints to herself, given the circumstances.

She spread the bedding on the clean floor, and as she settled down, she

noticed Alexander had already made

himself comfortable on the bed.

“We’re not switching places in the night!”



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They spoke in unison, showing a rare moment of agreement on at

least this one issue.

As dawn unfurled its light, Isabella

stirred awake to discover the bed

beside her abandoned.

The guest room, ever prepared,

offered fresh toiletries which Isabella

employed with ease, soon finding her way to the main hall.

Master Windsor and Alexander were

ensconced in the morning’s

tranquility, tea in hand, with an array of delicately arranged pastries nearby.

“Ah, Isabella, join us. I dare say last night was quite the saga, wasn’t it?” Master Windsor’s invitation floated

through the air, tinged with a jocularity that seemed slightly out of place coming from him.


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Isabella’s advance halted, frozen by

the incongruity of his remark.

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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