Chapter 21

The next morning, Alexander entered his cabin, expecting the remnants of yesterday's chaos, but instead, he was greeted by spotless order.

His gaze landed on his desk, where a solitary object caught his attention—a bubble gun.

Alexander's eyebrows arched in surprise as he picked up the toy.

He exited his cabin, seeking answers from his assistant.

"Did an employee's child come to my cabin?" Alexander asked.

"No, sir," the assistant replied.

Alexander's curiosity deepened.

"So, why is this gun here?" he pressed.

The assistant hesitated before revealing, "Sir, I saw this gun in Mrs. Valtor's hand yesterday."

Alexander's eyes widened, his mind racing with questions.

"What was Roselyn doing with the gun?" he wondered.

He re-entered his cabin, determined to uncover the truth.

Alexander accessed the footage from the secret camera installed in his office.

As he watched the recording, a smile spread across his face.

Roselyn's antics—scattering papers, playing with the bubble gun, and ultimately succumbing to sleep—unfolded before his eyes.

Alexander's amusement grew.

"How can someone be so adorable?" he chuckled.

Tyler's arrival broke the spell.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked, concern etched on his face.

Alexander's grin persisted.

"I gave that woman my black card, thinking she'd indulge in luxury, but she bought a bubble gun," Alexander shared.

Tyler's confusion turned to understanding.

"Roselyn?" he inquired.

Alexander nodded, his eyes shining with delight.

"We were so wrong, Tyler. How can anyone call her a gold digger? She bought this bubble gun... I really don't know anything about my wife."

Tyler's smile mirrored Alexander's.

"You've taken the right decision," Tyler said. "She's truly a gem."

Alexander's voice filled with conviction.

"I love my cute wife, and I can never lose her."

Their shared laughter echoed through the cabin.

In that moment, Alexander's resolve to make his marriage work strengthened.

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Alexander's eyes sparkled as he sifted through the transaction records from the card company, revealing a trail of unexpected purchases.

Roselyn's spending habits surprised him—toy stores, children's clothing, and now, a bubble gun.

But what touched his heart was the selfless act of buying toys for two unknown children.

As he delved deeper into the records, a long-forgotten memory began to resurface.

Those innocent, sparkling eyes of Roselyn's reminded him of someone from his childhood.

A girl he had never forgotten, yet never found.

Alexander's thoughts drifted to his summer vacations spent in his grandfather's hometown.

It was there, amidst laughter and sun-kissed days, that he had met her.

A carefree, smiling girl who had left an indelible mark on his young heart.

Years of searching had yielded nothing, and Alexander had resigned himself to the possibility that she was lost forever.

But now, as he gazed at Roselyn's photo, he saw the same radiance, the same unbridled joy.

A shiver ran down his spine.

Could it be?

Was Roselyn the girl who had captivated his childhood imagination?

Alexander's mind reeled with questions.

He couldn't shake the feeling that fate had brought them together.

The more he learned about Roselyn, the more he realized how little he knew.

But one thing was certain: he was drawn to her innocence, her kindness, and her unwavering spirit.

Alexander's resolve strengthened.

He would cherish and protect this woman, his wife, who had unknowingly awakened a part of him he thought was lost forever.

Alexander's thoughts swirled with profound curiosity as he pondered the enigmatic woman he had married.

"Who is this captivating individual I've shared my life with, yet barely scratched the surface of understanding?" he wondered.

Beyond her stunning beauty, sharp wit, and effortless elegance, what secrets did Roselyn conceal?

What hidden facets of her personality lay waiting to be uncovered?

The transaction records and bubble gun incident revealed a side of Roselyn he'd never known existed—a selfless, playful soul who brought joy to strangers' children.

"A woman with a heart of gold, spreading happiness wherever she goes," he mused.

As Alexander's mind drifted to his childhood sweetheart—a girl he'd never forgotten yet never found—an intriguing possibility emerged.

"Could Roselyn, in some extraordinary twist of fate, be the very same girl who left an indelible mark on my youth?" He hesitated, unsure.

"No, it's impossible," he reasoned, dismissing the notion.

Yet the haunting similarity between Roselyn's eyes and his childhood sweetheart's lingered.

Alexander shook his head, clearing the distraction.

"Focus on the present," he advised himself.

"I've never truly taken the time to understand Roselyn, to unravel the mysteries of her heart."

"It's time to change that," he resolved.

With renewed determination, Alexander decided to embark on a journey of discovery.

"I'll uncover the layers of my wife's personality, delve into her passions, and learn what brings her joy."

Alexander's thoughts shifted to his own shortcomings—the years spent entrenched in business, in assumptions.

"I've been so caught up in my own world, I never stopped to consider hers."

"I never took the time to understand what makes her tick, what drives her."

"Now, I will," he vowed.

With every passing moment, Alexander's resolve strengthened.

"I'll get to know Roselyn, inside and out."

"Will I find the girl from my past?" he wondered.

"Or will I discover an even more captivating woman, one who has been hiding in plain sight?"

Only time would tell, but Alexander was determined to uncover the truth.

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Roselyn opened her eyes to the opulent surroundings of her bedroom within their grand mansion; confusion clouded her mind.

The lavish furnishings, the crystal chandelier, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the meticulously manicured gardens all seemed to fade into the background as she struggled to recall the events of the previous day.

How did she get here?

Memories of the toy store, the bubble gun, and Alexander's office began to resurface.

And then it clicked.

Alexander must have brought her here, carrying her to their luxurious bedroom suite.

A mix of emotions swirled within her—surprise, gratitude, and a hint of frustration.

Why hadn't he been angry with her?

Why hadn't he scolded her for the mess she made in his office?

Roselyn wandered to the window, pushing aside the velvet drapes to gaze out at the rolling hills and perfectly manicured lawns of their estate.

The serene landscape seemed to stretch on forever, its tranquility a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her.

She couldn't understand Alexander's silence.

Was he still playing games with her?

Was this another tactic to keep her bound to him?

Roselyn's heart ached, torn between her longing for freedom and the unwavering love she harbored for Alexander.

Why couldn't she shake off the feeling that he was manipulating her?

That every move he made was calculated to keep her by his side?

She wanted to break free from the shackles of their marriage, but Alexander's unyielding affection made it increasingly difficult.

"If only he would get angry, if only he would push me away," Roselyn thought.

But Alexander's gentle nature, his forgiving gaze, only drew her closer.

Roselyn's resolve wavered.

Was she truly ready to let go of the love they shared?

Or was she just scared of getting hurt again?

The questions swirled, leaving her more uncertain than ever.

As she stood there, lost in thought, Roselyn couldn't shake the feeling that Alexander was slowly, silently, reeling her back in.

Roselyn's reverie was interrupted by the soft voice of their maid, Emma, who stood discreetly in the doorway.

"Madam, Mr. Valtor is preparing to leave. He wishes to see you before his departure."

Roselyn nodded, still lost in thought, as she followed Emma out of the bedroom and down the grand staircase.

The opulent foyer, with its crystal chandelier and marble floors, seemed to shimmer in the morning light.

As they approached the study, Roselyn could hear the faint sound of Mr. Valtor's voice, instructing his assistant on last-minute arrangements.

Upon entering the study, Roselyn was enveloped by the warm smile of her grandfather-in-law.

"Ah, dear Roselyn, I'm afraid I must take my leave," Mr. Valtor said.

Roselyn's expression turned concerned.

"So soon, Grandpa? You've only just arrived. Why rush off?"

Mr. Valtor's eyes twinkled.

"I have matters to attend to, my dear. But I promise to return soon."

Just then, Victoria, Alexander's mother, entered the room, her gaze flicking to Roselyn with a fleeting look of disdain.

Mr. Valtor's attention shifted to Victoria, and she swiftly mask her expression with a polished smile.

"Father, it was wonderful having you visit," Victoria said.

Roselyn's eyes narrowed slightly, detecting the tension between Victoria and herself.

Mr. Valtor patted Roselyn's hand.

"Take care of Alexander, my dear. He needs you now more than ever."

Roselyn's heart skipped a beat at the subtle emphasis on "now."

Did Grandpa know something she didn't?

Victoria's eyes flashed with disapproval, but she remained silent.

As Grandpa bid his farewells, Roselyn couldn't shake the feeling that Victoria's animosity toward her was growing.

The tension between them was palpable, a thin layer of civility straining to conceal the depths of their mutual dislike.

As the family escorted Grandpa to his waiting limousine, Roselyn's thoughts whirled with questions.

What secrets lay hidden beneath Victoria's polished facade?

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As soon as Grandpa's limousine disappeared beyond the mansion's gates, Victoria's mask of civility crumbled, revealing a visage twisted in contempt.

"Now that Father's gone, what will you do, Roselyn?" Victoria sneered, her voice dripping with malice.

"Your power play is over; your manipulation has reached its end."

Victoria's eyes blazed with resentment.

"Because of you, my sister and her daughter left," she spat.

Her voice rose, each word laced with venom.

"You're a disgusting gold digger, preying on my family's vulnerability."

Victoria's face reddened.

"You've cast some sort of spell, turning our family against each other."

Roselyn's eyes narrowed, her patience worn thin.

She stood tall, her voice steady and deadly.

"Enough, Victoria."

Roselyn's tone was laced with a quiet confidence that made Victoria's smirk falter.

"You're blaming me for Malicia and Lylah's departure?" Roselyn asked, incredulous.

Victoria's expression turned icy.

"Those leeches deserved what happened to them. They were sucking our family dry."

Her voice dripped with disdain.

"And you brought them here, Roselyn. You enabled their behavior."

Victoria's eyes flashed with anger.

"Why shouldn't Alexander have kicked them out? They were nothing but bloodsuckers."

Roselyn's gaze met Victoria's, her eyes blazing with indignation.

"And what about you, Victoria?" Roselyn countered.

"You lured Alexander's father into marriage, using your charm and beauty to secure your place in this family."

Victoria's face reddened.

"You're no better than me, accusing me of being a gold digger," Roselyn spat.

"At least I didn't manipulate my way into this family."

Victoria's eyes widened, outraged.

"How dare you!" she spat.

But Roselyn wasn't done.

"You've spent years playing the victim, manipulating everyone around you."

Her voice rose.

"But I see through you, Victoria."

Roselyn's smile was cold, calculated.

"And I won't let you continue to poison this family."

Victoria's eyes flashed with fury.

But before she could respond, Roselyn delivered the final blow.

"Don't worry, Victoria. I won't be your son's wife for much longer."

Roselyn's voice was laced with determination.

"One month, that's all. And I'll be gone."

With that, Roselyn turned on her heel, leaving Victoria seething, her teeth gritted in frustration.

The air was heavy with tension, the battle lines drawn.

Roselyn had finally found her voice, and she wouldn't be silenced.

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Victoris'a POV

I watched Roselyn walk away, my anger and resentment simmering, fueled by a deep-seated hatred for this woman who had disrupted my family's social standing.

I hated her for being the chosen one, for being Grandpa's preferred bride for Alexander.

Her humble background and lack of connections made her unworthy of our family's name.

But most of all, I hated her for standing in the way of the union I had always desired - between Alexander and a girl who fitted to be Volter family daughter in law status not some gold digger..

Roselyn's presence had ruined everything, elevating a poor, unknown woman to our family's elite circle.

I couldn't let Roselyn continue to tarnish our family's reputation.

I needed her gone, out of our lives, so I could resume my plans to secure someone who deserve place as Alexander's wife.

With Roselyn out of the picture I will choose a woman who really deserve Alexander’s wife place, my mind racing with schemes and strategies, I vowed to take Roselyn down, to destroy her influence and prove her unworthiness.

I would stop at nothing to ensure my son married girl who will maintain our family's social standing and legacy.

Roselyn's threat to leave Alexander within a month only strengthened my resolve.

I would make sure she didn't just leave Alexander - I would make sure she left our lives forever, her memory erased from our family's history.

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