Lord Of The Round Table

Chapter 4

It was crisp, bright Saturday morning when Alexander arrive Stuttgart family villa.

Compound busy. Maids and servants run back and forth. Take care every detail. Security guards stand corner, watch hard, serious.

Alexander breathe slow. Look around. Grand… big… familiar. Part him feel little happy—he home, after all. But part him… heavy. Same heavy feel before. Every time he dismissed. Ignored. Laughed at. Same villa. Same people.

Not surprise… two maids see him in courtyard.

“Isn’t that Amanda lowly husband?” one whisper, nudge other. “I hear… she pregnant… another man.”

Cruel giggle follow.

Alexander chest tight. Hot fire inside. Humiliation. Anger. Hard to quiet.

He remember last night. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Laugh of man… in his bed.

Decision made. Divorce Amanda. Cut her loose. That why he come back villa.

Two security guard at entrance… no look. Courtesy for son-in-law? None. Alexander no care.

Door villa slightly open. He push. Step inside.

Inside… lavish. Polished floor shine. Sunlight stream big windows. Chandeliers glint above. Furniture perfect, plush.

He walk slow living room. Look every detail. Then… see her.

Young woman lounge cushion. Focus on phone. Soft giggle escape lips. Own little world.

She see him. Face change.

“Hah? I thought you prison! What… you do here?” she yell, stand fast.

Alexander blink. Eyes wide.

It was Patricia—one of Amanda meddlesome cousins.

She stomp toward him. Face red. Hands wave like scold servant. “Answer me… or you dumb?” she scream.

Alexander jaw tighten. Fingers curl. For first time… patience break.

These brats. Family disrespect him years… enough.

“You so rude,” he say low, dangerous, “that why all your boyfriend leave you, Patricia.”

Her mouth open. Shock.

“I no come here for you,” he continue, step closer. Eyes narrow. “I come see Lady Stuttgart.”

Patricia face red hot. “Audacity! How dare you insult me, Alexander!”

Alexander gaze cold. Stay. Unmoving. No flinch. No back down.

“You should stay where you were, Patricia,” he snap. Voice sharp. Cold. “Keep finger on phone screen. Keep mouth in pocket.”

“Ouch!” maids gasp same time. Some cover mouth. He insult Lady Stuttgart granddaughter.

Suddenly… deep voice ring out. Strong. Husky. Commanding.

“Alexander?”

Voice heavy. Disbelief. Authority.

“How dare you come my house… make noise! How… how you even get out prison, huh?” Voice shake little. Surprise. Anger. Echo big hall.

Alexander slowly turn. There she was… Lady Stuttgart. Down grand staircase. Two maids flanking her. Support steps. Presence… make house smaller. Air heavy.

Alexander… no fear. None. Only calm. Determined. Eyes meet hers.

Patricia freeze mid-step. Jaw drop. Malicious grin gone. Alexander gaze… unflinching.

“Morning, Lady Stuttgart,” he say steady. Bow little. “I sorry… come house unannounced.”

Lady Stuttgart eyes narrow. Sharp like dagger. “Unannounced?” she repeat. Tone hot. “You nothing! Worthless man in family! No right announce! I command house, not you!”

Before Alexander respond… man appear from chamber. Calm. Commanding.

“Well… well… well…” man drawl. Voice full amusement. “Is it not Alexander Richarlison? Poor boy from M City?”

Alexander jaw tighten. Recognition hit hard. He not expect this. But… unlike streets, unlike bar last night… this time he feel ready.

Eyes shift little. He see him. David Keg.

Smile on David face… not friendly. Cold. Sharp. Mocking.

Keg family… friends long time with Stuggarts. David… known one of richest young man in country. Everyone know… he want marry Amanda. Always talk about it.

Alexander expect maybe jealousy. Maybe disdain. But this… David face pure mock. Pure laugh at him.

David walk confident to Lady Stuttgart. Arms fold chest. Act like Alexander invisible.

“My lady,” he say, bow little. “What this boy do here? You bail him out prison?”

“Don’t dare insult me, David!” Lady Stuttgart snap. Eyes sharp… steel. “Why I waste one thought on problem this good-for-nothing bring himself?”

She know nothing. Alexander go prison… only to protect Amanda. Protect family name.

David smirk. “Sorry, my lady,” he bow again. Smirk stay face.

Alexander brow furrow. Eyes harden. “Who this i***t call me boy?” he mutter soft, under breath.

But… anger no take him. He turn full attention Lady Stuttgart. Stand tall. Calm. Strong.

“I no wish waste time in house, Lady Stuttgart,” he say. Voice steady. Quiet authority. Room feel still. “I come… finally sign divorce papers.”

Words hit like bomb.

Gasps everywhere. Villa freeze. Maids stop step. Patricia jaw drop. David smirk… falter little.

Lady Stuttgart eyes sharp. Blink… then narrow.

Would Alexander divorce Amanda?

Everyone stare. Mouth open. Heart beat fast. Shock… disbelief… air heavy. Like storm come.