All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Gabriel walked forward with his usual calm sophistication, the kind that always made heads turn. Isla’s heart pounded inside her chest. She didn’t know what he was about to do. And then he surprised everyone. His hands wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her close. Before she could react, his lips pressed against hers. He kissed her deeply, passionately, right there in front of everyone. Gasps rose from the crowd. Even Isla froze, her eyes wide. She had loved him for years, but she also knew the truth—this kiss was not love. It was not meant for her heart. It was only a show. Gabriel was playing his role once again, the perfect husband before family and friends. Still, Diana, her mother, looked overjoyed. She smiled brightly, her eyes soft with relief. All she had ever wanted was happiness for her daughter. To her, this kiss meant hope. “Happy anniversary, Diana, Charles,” Alfred Wyndham said with a warm smile as he stepped forward. The rest of the Wyndham family followed

Gabriel could not give Isla his heart. He knew it, and she knew it too. Yet, he could not let her go either. It was not love that chained him to her, but fear. Fear of the one man everyone in the Wyndham family feared: his grandfather, Alfred Wyndham. Alfred might have been old, but age had not softened him. He was powerful, and terrifying. Even Gabriel’s father, John, bowed before him. And, just like his grandson, Alfred loved Isla deeply. To him, she was the perfect wife for Gabriel—the only woman who had managed to win his affection. If Alfred ever found out that Isla had filed for divorce, Gabriel did not even want to imagine what the old man would do. That night, after work, Gabriel rushed home and went straight into Isla’s bedroom. But the room was empty. Her suitcase was gone. A knot tightened in his chest. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. “Switched off.” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “Where are you, Isla?” he muttered under his breath.

“Stop right there, Isla.” Gabriel yelled and his voice filled the quiet room. She stopped walking and she stiffened. When she turned, her eyes were filled with anger. Her chest rose and fell as if she had been holding back too much for too long. “Gabriel, I can’t do this with you any longer,” she said as her voice trembled. “We need to end this now. I want a divorce.” He moved forward with deliberate steps until he was standing directly in front of her. His eyes were cold, as if that could make her change her mind. “Do I need to remind you,” he said in a low, threatening tone, “that your father’s career will suffer if you even dare to move forward with this divorce?” Isla's brows furrowed with shock written across her face. “What are you talking about, Gabriel?” His hands remained tucked neatly inside the pockets of his tailored trousers, his posture straight and proud. “Exactly what I said,” he replied calmly. “You can’t do that!” she said as her fists clenched tightly at

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 settled in soft velvet couches. Betsy wanted to speak, but she stayed quiet until the host finished setting them down. “Just get us something light,” Betsy finally said, lifting her chin with casual charm. “I don’t want alcohol, please,” Isla added softly. Her voice was steady, but her hands were clasped tightly in her lap. The host gave them a polite nod and left. “Wow,” Betsy whispered as soon as he was gone. “I wasn’t expecting your husband to be here. And it looks like he’s having a meeting or something.” Isla acted unconcerned, though her chest was pounding. She pulled her phone out from her clutch and started tapping on it. “Let’s just focus on us tonight. I actually have an offer f

Her voice was low, and sultry. Even dangerous. And Gabriel feared that. His hands clamped around her waist, as though he couldn’t decide whether to drag her closer or push her away. His chest rose and fell heavily. It was clear that he was fighting himself. A part of him wanted her, desperately and hungrily. But another part screamed no, screamed for control, for distance. Isla’s heart pounded wildly. For once, she felt in control. She wanted him to feel what it was like to be shaken, to be unsettled and to be desperate. Neither of them spoke. The silence was loud, filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing. For the first time in a long time, Isla felt Gabriel’s eyes burning into her with so much hunger, the kind of hunger a man feels for his loving wife. And she wanted more of it. She wanted all of him, and she wanted him to see that her love was still alive. She wanted him to fight alongside her, not against her, to fight for their marriage instead of killing it. Yes