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THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY Epilogue
Epilogue: Morning light spilled gently across Seathrone Isle, painting the landscape in soft golds and blues. The ocean was perfectly calm, stretching endlessly toward the horizon, its quiet rhythm brushing against the shore like a lullaby meant for the world. But inside the villa, there was no such peace. “Lian, she’s crying again!” Mercy’s voice carried from the living area, laced with a mix of exhaustion and urgency. “I have her—no, wait—this one is crying too!” Aurelian called back, his tone uncharacteristically frantic. “That’s because you’re holding him wrong!” “I am not holding him wrong.” “You are!” The serene beauty outside stood in stark contrast to the beautiful chaos within. The once-pristine, perfectly arranged living space had been completely transformed. Soft, knitted blankets covered the designer couches, tiny bottles sat scattered on the coffee table, and a collection of colorful baby toys had taken over what used to be a carefully curated minimalist spa
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The first pale streaks of dawn painted the horizon in soft rose and gold, turning the endless ocean into liquid fire. Inside the master suite, the candles had long since burned low, their wax pooled like silent witnesses to the night. The large canopy bed was a glorious wreck—silk sheets twisted and damp, rose petals crushed and scattered, the sheer curtains still swaying gently from the ocean breeze that carried the faint, salty scent of the sea. Mercy lay curled against Aurelian’s chest, her body boneless and glowing with the aftershocks of countless releases. Every muscle ached in the most exquisite way. Her thighs trembled faintly, marked with faint bruises from his gripping hands, her neck and breasts bearing the faint red traces of his mouth and teeth. She had come undone so many times she had lost count—each orgasm more shattering than the last, until she had been sobbing his name, begging incoherently, her voice hoarse. He had taken her on the bed, against the balcony rail
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The moment Aurelian said “I love you,” something inside Mercy fractured open. The words she had longed for, ached for, hung in the candlelit air like a vow deeper than the ones spoken at their wedding. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she stared up at him, her body trembling beneath his weight, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain and pleasure at once. “I love you too,” she whispered, voice breaking. “God, Aurelian… I love you so much.” He kissed her then—slow, reverent, almost tender—his lips moving against hers as if sealing the declaration into her soul. But when he pulled back, the look in his dark eyes had shifted. The soft lover she had known in stolen moments before was still there, but layered beneath it was something new. Something darker. Hungrier. A man who had waited days, restraining every instinct, now free on his private island with no one left to stop him. This Aurelian was different. He braced him
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Mercy’s fingers paused at the thin straps of her sundress, heart hammering against her ribs. The ocean breeze slipped through the open glass walls, cool against her heated skin, carrying the faint scent of salt and night-blooming flowers. Aurelian stood motionless a few feet away, his tall frame silhouetted by the golden candlelight and the silver glow of the moon over the water. His dark eyes never wavered from hers—patient, hungry, and utterly certain. She drew in a shaky breath and let the straps fall. The soft white fabric whispered down her body, pooling at her feet like spilled moonlight. She stepped out of it, now wearing only delicate lace panties and the faint flush that colored her chest and cheeks. The cool air kissed her bare breasts, tightening her nipples instantly. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and strangely powerful under his gaze. Aurelian’s jaw tightened. He had held himself in check for days—through the lingering wedding celebrations, the polite conversations, the
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The yacht cut through the dark water like a blade, leaving the distant lights of the mainland far behind. Seathrone Isle rose ahead of them, a private kingdom of white stone and swaying palms, glowing softly under the moon. Three days had passed since the grand wedding—the lavish ceremony and reception their parents had orchestrated with ruthless perfection. The public spectacle was long over. The endless toasts, the orchestrated smiles, the weight of hundreds of eyes had all faded. Only the island remained. Only them. Aurelian stood at the railing with Mercy tucked against his side, his large hand resting possessively at the small of her back. He wore a simple black linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, paired with dark tailored trousers—casual, yet unmistakably the uniform of a man who owned empires. The fabric clung lightly to his broad shoulders and chest, hinting at the restrained power beneath. Mercy leaned into him, dressed in a soft, flowing white sundress that ski
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The courthouse stood like a monument to consequence—tall, imposing, and entirely unforgiving. Its marble steps stretched wide beneath a sky that held no warmth, offering only a cold clarity that did not comfort but instead revealed the raw truth. Today, that truth was on display for the world to see. Black cars lined the entrance in a synchronized display of status. These were not ordinary arrivals; this was not an ordinary trial. At a distance, the press gathered behind security barriers, their voices hushed but their cameras poised. The name echoing through the crowd carried an immense weight: Townsend. Inside, the courtroom was filled not by a curious public, but by the people who mattered—those who watched the gears of power turn. At the front, the judge sat with a quiet, terrifying authority. To one side, the legal team sat poised, their documents precise and their expressions prepared. At the center of it all sat Clarissa Townsend. She was no longer adorned in the armor of he
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Isla broke apart beneath him, her body trembling as if she had no control of it anymore. Her legs shook, her chest rose and fell in quickly, and the sounds leaving her lips were nothing she had ever heard from herself before. Gabriel’s tongue was relentless, dragging her to a place she didn’t kn
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On the other hand, Isla shifted her gaze away from her husband. She felt relieved to see him surrounded by business men instead of Delphine. But she had come here to enjoy a night out with Betsy, and that was what she intended to do. The host guided them to their seats, around the corner. They se
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Worgidd Street was busier this Monday morning. The street was always lively, but today it felt as if there was an extra spark around the area. Worgidd Street was the very heart of the business district in Carminton. Everything important happened here. Just off Worgidd Street was Wyndham Lane, a
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Isla glanced at the paper in Delphine’s hand. Her husband’s words echoed in her memory, reminding her of the instruction he had given. She scoffed inwardly but kept her composure. Without replying, she sank back into her chair, resting her back against it, and keeping her cool. Her gaze moved to
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