ログイン“Gabriel?” Isla’s trembling voice called out again. Her voice was weak, broken, and filled with fear. Sweat covered her face. Her hair clung to her forehead, and her hands shook as they held tightly to the bedsheets. Another wave of pain rolled through her body, and this time, it was more excruciating. “I am with you, my love,” Gabriel answered immediately. His voice was calm, but his heart was racing. He stood close to her head, holding her hand firmly, as if letting go would make everything fall apart. “Just a second. I am here. I am not going anywhere.” Isla tried to nod, but she cried out instead. Her body arched as the pain grew stronger. “I am sorry, Mr Wyndham, but—” the doctor began. “Talk to me,” Gabriel snapped, turning sharply toward him. His eyes were red, his jaw tight. Fear flashed openly on his face. “You don’t need to hide anything from me. Say it.” The doctor paused. The room suddenly felt too quiet. Machines beeped softly, and nurses exchanged quick looks. The
The strange sound that escaped Isla’s mouth was followed by another sharp cry. Her body jerked forward, and she clutched her stomach tightly, her face draining of all color. “Isla!” Gabriel shouted. He was beside her in seconds, dropping to his knees in front of her chair. His hands trembled as he held her face. “What is it? Talk to me. Please talk to me.” Her lips shook. “Gabriel… It hurts. Something is wrong.” Before anyone could react properly, another pain tore through her, stronger than the first. Isla screamed, her body curling inward as if trying to protect the baby inside her. The room erupted into chaos. “Call an ambulance!” John barked. “Now!” Gladys cried, already moving toward Isla. Gabriel did not hear anyone else. All he could hear was Isla’s cries. All he could see was her pain. He lifted her carefully, holding her against his chest. “I’m here,” he whispered again and again. “I’m here. You’re not alone.” By the time the ambulance arrived, Isla was already sh
Isla slowly passed her phone to Gabriel, her fingers still trembling slightly. She did not trust her voice yet. Her heart was beating too fast, her chest rising and falling as if she had just run a long distance. Gabriel took the phone from her and leaned back in his seat. His eyes scanned the email. He repeated the process. His brows lifted slowly, and a small smile appeared on his lips. By the time he finished reading, his expression had completely softened. “Well,” he said gently, handing the phone back to her, “congratulations, my love.” Isla blinked, still stunned. “I think it was time we finally had that launch,” Gabriel continued. “Ten new investors, Isla. That is not small. That is huge. You really did it.” Isla swallowed hard. It was not just the number of investors that shocked her. No. Isla had seen powerful numbers while working with the Wyndham family. So, that was not the point. But this was different. This was hers, and this was her company. Her dream. The one s
By the time Gabriel and Isla arrived at the hospital, everything had already changed. Betsy had given birth. She had brought a beautiful baby girl into the world. The room felt different from the moment they stepped inside. It was calm, warm, and filled with a quiet kind of happiness that could not be forced. The air carried soft sounds—machines beeping gently, low voices, and the faint breathing of a newborn. Betsy lay on the hospital bed, her face pale but glowing. Sweat still clung to her skin, and her hair was slightly messy, but she looked peaceful. There was a tired smile on her lips, the kind that came after pain she went through. Beside her bed stood a small cradle. Inside the cradle lay the baby. She was wrapped in a soft white blanket, tiny and fragile, yet very real. Her little hands moved slowly, and her eyes were open, wide and curious, taking in the world for the very first time. Ben stood beside the cradle, frozen in place. One of the baby’s tiny fingers was wr
Gabriel and Isla arrived at the site of the new city she had started building before she left. The car slowed to a stop, and before Isla could even ask questions, Gabriel made sure that the thin black cloth he tied over her eyes blocked her sight completely. When the car door opened, Gabriel stepped out first and then carefully helped Isla down. He stayed close to her, his hand firm around hers, his other arm resting securely around her waist. Six bodyguards stood around the area, spread out in a careful formation. Their eyes moved constantly, scanning the environment, checking every angle, every movement, making sure there was no threat nearby. The place was quiet, but their alertness never dropped. “Easy,” Gabriel said softly as Isla took a step forward. At that moment, Gabriel was her guide and her sight. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, and his arm around her waist became firmer. He was doing that so she doesn't trip or lose her balance, not even for a second. A cold
There are things in this world that are far more precious than diamonds and gold. No matter how much people struggle, chase power, or fight for wealth, family will always come first. Money can be lost and replaced, but blood, love, and connection cannot be bought. Just a few seconds ago, John felt like the weight of the whole world was pressing down on his shoulders. His heart had been through fear, anger, grief, and shock all in one day. He had faced betrayal, gunshots, and near loss. But now, standing in the same room with his third son alive, his eldest son Gabriel returned, and his beloved daughter-in-law Isla safe and glowing, his joy could not be measured. For the first time in a long while, his heart felt full. Gladys was the first to react. She jumped up from her seat as if her body moved before her mind could process it. “Isla?” she cried out. “Oh my God… Isla, you’re back!” Her voice broke as she rushed forward. Tears filled her eyes as she pulled Isla into a tight embr







