Together Alone...!?

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"Foolishness is inevitable but so is a perfect married life"

Alexander's PoV:

The morning rays hit my eyes waking me up from my sleep. But me being the asshole that I was forgot everything about last night for a moment until I woke up with a stiff neck surrounded by bottles and bottles of whiskey.

Damn! Explains why my head was pounding. But as the realisation hit me about my wedding I jerked awake resulting in the pain to become double. I immediately looked around for my phone and was about to call Isabella.

Shit! I don't have her number!! Ahhhhhhh, which husband doesn't have the number of their wife? Oh right now you remember her to be your wife? My subconscious seemed to mock me. Lord! Where did she even go in the night? I hope she's safe! Why didn't I follow her!!!!!!!????

I immediately dashed outside to the reception to ask if she's checked into any of the other rooms. I was met with a blond man whose eyes widened upon seeing me. "Excuse me, do you know which room Mrs. Isabella checked into?"

"Good morning sir, can I know her surname?". "Harrington". He typed something into the computer and shamed his head. "No one with that name sir!". Wtf!!! Where even was she?

This whole thing felt so reversed. Like usually it's the husband who storms out on the wedding night while the wife is left alone but look at me promoting women empowerment.

But no woman deserves to be humiliated and that's exactly what I did. God please help me find her. What do I do? If I call my dad, he'll kill me, and if I don't find her I m gonna be in deep trouble.

As I walked back to my room I couldn't help but wonder, how is it my fault? Is it my fault that I wasn't ready to marry her? Is it my fault that I couldn't trust her? Is it....my thoughts were interrupted as I noticed someone standing out of my room dressed in black.

"Good morning Mr.Harrington. Mrs.Harrington sent me to lead you way to your mansion". Woah! See I told you all that everything is reversed. I was the one who should have looked into the mansions but she already did. I shook my head and sighted and went to collect my bag.

It took around half an hour to reach the mansion as they called it. It was located in a secluded area surrounded by heaps and heaps of flower fields and had a sense of calmness around it. I could picture myself in here. But I immediately shook that thought away as we reached a wonderful mansion? Screw that it was a Castle. It had creepers and vines draping in making it look more ancient and majestic .

Wtf is wrong with me? I am a businessman and yet here I was fangirling over a mansion. I got out of the car and followed the bodyguard inside. I had to control myself to not gawk over the antiques and amazing architecture.

I was led into a hallway full of amazing wooden decor and Moroccan lamps that made it look straight out of an amazing movie. As I entered a bedroom I could have sworn it was decorated by someone who knew me in and out. It was black and in complete contrast to the whole house that was colourful. And it had mirrors pasted on one wall and a book shelf with all my books in it.

Don't get me started on the walk in closet!!! It was every man's dream closet. A separate drawer for ties and amazingly arranged Armani suites of mine hanged along with dimply lit chambers highlighting my collection of watches and cuff links. I sighted to myself and dismissed the bodyguard.

Who was this woman? How did she know so much about me that even my mom didn't know about. I sat on the bed and began getting ready for the office after wondering for long. As I walked through the hallway I couldn't help but notice that everything here felt like home. Somehow she feels familiar but she isn't.

I reached my office and almost rolled my eyes looking at the shocked faces of my employees. I know I am stoic in office but why are they staring at me as if I am a ghost? I reached my cabin trust me, my eyes nearly popped out of my sockets when I saw the person occupying my chair! "What the hell?"