From Scorn to Sparkling; The son-in-law's Redemption.

CHAPTER TWELVE: Tom's Daughter's Slice of Obedience

Roselvett arrived home that evening with a frown on her face, one that could tell that she wasn't ready for any drama. She storms into the sitting room, heading up to her room. The feeling was so grand that she couldn't notice her dad sitting on the sofa.

"No greetings, dear?" Tom asked, watching her go up the stairs, but he got no reply. Mr. Tom was resting in his normal position watching his favourite movie series... The Star Wars saga.

"Rose! R-osse!!" He called out, now louder, but all he could hear was her room door banging and locked, the sound echoing in the spacious living room.

What could be her reason for acting that way? He asked himself, should it be a means of saying No to Mr. Brown again?

He stands up, walking up the stairs, heading to her room, his bare feet making the swish, swish sound on the tiled floor. "Roselvett!!" He calls out as he approaches her door.

"Dad, I want to be alone for goodness sake!!" Rose answered aggressively. "Can you respect my decisions for once?" She added, wailing so loudly.

"I got you a precious gift, dear," Tom answered.

"I ain't interested in anything from you, the only gift I want is for you to let me be alone. My peace of mind is quite as important," she slammed back.

Those words were meant to settle in Tom's mind, but No. He was determined not to lose his businesses, his house, and all he had worked hard to achieve for years when his solution was already within his reach.

"You MUST marry Mr. Brown," that's all I can say to you, and as I said earlier, it's final!

"No Dad, my heart belongs somewhere else!! You can't impose a man on me, I just need to have my way, please," she screamed from inside the room, her voice cutting through like the edge of a knife...

Tom's heart sank as he heard Roselvett's defiant words. He knew he had to tread carefully if he wanted to maintain control over his daughter's future.

But just as he was about to respond, a loud knock echoed through the house.

"Who could it be at this hour, and what did they want?" Tom said as he glanced nervously at the door, wondering if he should check on her or answer the door. Another knock, louder this time.

With a sigh, he hurried downstairs and opened the door cautiously.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, imposing figure dressed in a sleek black suit. His eyes held a steely determination as he surveyed Prince Tom with a critical gaze.

"Good evening, Mr. Tom," the man said, his voice smooth but tinged with an undercurrent of menace. "I believe we have some unfinished business to discuss."

Prince Tom's heart raced as he struggled to maintain his posture.

Before Tom could formulate a response, the man pushed past him into the house, his presence filling the room with an air of palpable tension, a sinking feeling in his gut, Tom's heart began to heave.

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Tom tried to regain his composure as he followed the man into the house. He led him to the sitting room, where the atmosphere seemed to thicken as they stood looking at each other.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting any visitors at this hour. May I ask who you are and what business you have with me?" Tom inquired, trying to sound calm despite the unease creeping up on him.

The man took a seat without waiting for an invitation, his gaze piercing.

"My name is David Lesnar, but you can call me Dave. I'm here to discuss a matter of great importance," he replied, his voice firm.

Prince Tom felt a sense of foreboding wash over him. "What could this man want from him, and how did he locate him?". He tried to maintain his composure, but his nerves were on edge.

"Greetings man, you just stormed into my building, who the hell are you? he asked, his voice sounding firm.

Dave stood looking at Tom right in the eye, he couldn't believe himself walking into Rose's apartment just to defend and prove to her that he cares, but then it was a different story.

" I'm sorry sir, my name is Dave Lesnar, a boyfriend to Rose, I need to talk to her please, his voice was polite enough for a good consideration.

" who the hell informed you that you can walk into my apartment and ask to talk to my daughter?" Mr. Tom barked.

"I understand you sir, but I just can't hold it back, Dave responded faintly. his hands shaking.

"Sit, then" Mr. Tom scowled, raising his brows as he pointed to the chair.

"Thanks sir, I would prefer to stand, please" he replied.

"Then go on!!" Tom ran out of patience and wasn't in the mood to mince words.

"I am Roselvett's Boyfriend, sir" Dave said boldly, trying to give a brave posture.

"What the hell, do you mean?" that reply hit Tom like a slap on the face, he smirked.

" I wouldn't want you to say no more, give me a moment" he replied hastily.

Dave, smiled. his mind roaming. He leans on the wall, straying his eyes round the corners of the room as though searching for some precious items.

He picks up a vase, admires it, but drops it back again.

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"Where the hell is he?"

Mr. Tom roared as he approached from the hallway with a rifle. Tom moved with surprise to see the display of action turns instantly, hurrying towards the door and out into the open.

"How dare you come into my apartment, telling me some sort of stupid stories" Mr. Dave snorted, his deep voice piercing through the roof.

"That's bad, man. so bad of you, man" Dave screamed from a distance as he dodges into the road and disappears into the crowded streets.

Tom, one of the distant billionaires was a school mate to Romsey, a man who only went to school to gain additional degrees, his attitude was hostile.

His normal demeanor could tell Romsey back in school, that he wasn't ready to be friendly with the low-class guys, here he is facing his world crumbling before his very eyes.

He turns back into his apartment, but then he meets a shocking wave...