All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Mom, can we not do this right now?” Isla’s voice came through soft but strained as she pressed the phone closer to her ear. “I need to rest tomorrow. Besides, I’m not even sure Gabriel will be available. He’s been too busy these days.” On the other end of the line, her mother’s tone was brisk, commanding as always. “Honey, this lunch is very important to the family. Make sure you don’t miss it. And as for Gabriel, I’ll call him myself. Bye for now.” The line went dead before Isla could protest further. She lowered the phone slowly and sighed, frustration pressing hard against her chest. She wasn’t ready to face anyone yet—not her mother, not the rest of the family, not even the world outside her walls. Even though the truth had come to light and the confusion had been cleared, she still couldn’t get over the painful fact that Gabriel hadn’t believed her. Not after everything she had endured with him. Not after believing him when she wasn't supposed to. She trusted him even a

So, it wasn’t Alfred after all. Gabriel had investigated the truth himself. Exactly what she had wanted from him. But did that make her feel any better? No. It didn’t. The hurt was still there. And it was deep and with pains. He shouldn’t have doubted her. He should have trusted her the same way she trusted him, even when she had every reason not to. She sighed softly, her chest tightening as she thought about everything. These wounds would take time to heal. Still, the more she thought about it, the more irritated she became—and she couldn’t even explain why. Without replying, she brushed past him and reached for the porcelain plates. Before she could pick them up, Gabriel’s hand gently covered hers and took the plates away. “I told you before,” he said in a quiet tone, “you need to rest.” Isla didn’t argue. She couldn’t. She simply stood there and watched him as he set the plates down on the counter. He began to serve the food carefully, every movement quiet and deliberate.

Gabriel walked out of the bathroom, and dressed for work. It was Friday morning, and though he had a meeting later that day, he decided to go in late. He wanted to make sure Isla was fine before leaving the house. After what happened the previous night, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was still angry with him. He thought of making her breakfast. Could he cook? Of course not. But he still wanted to try. Maybe fry some eggs, make coffee, or at least toast bread. Anything to make her smile again. He opened his door, and froze. His heart nearly stopped. There, on the cold marble floor of the hallway, lay Isla—motionless, pale, and weak. “Isla?” His voice trembled as the word left his lips. It felt like a question. A desperate question. In an instant, he dropped to his knees. His heart pounded painfully inside his chest as he lifted her head onto his lap. Her skin was cold, her face too pale for his comfort. “Isla! Please, open your eyes,” he pleaded, panic thick in his

“Since you’re both here now,” Gabriel began, his voice calm but eager, “I think it would be better if I just say it.” All eyes turned to him. There was something different about Gabriel Wyndham today. The man who was known for his strict, commanding presence now looked softer—almost boyishly excited. His usual sternness had given way to warmth, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “So…” he said, pausing a little to amuse his audience, “we have a new house now.” He said it playfully, expecting everyone to share in his excitement. But instead of cheers, he was met with puzzled looks. Even Isla tilted her head slightly, not understanding what he meant. “What exactly are you saying, Gabriel?” Diana asked, clearly confused. “What other house are you talking about?” Realizing his lighthearted approach didn’t quite land, Gabriel let out a small laugh, rubbed his palms together, and settled back into the sofa. His face grew serious again—but his tone remained gentle. “I bought a hous

As Gabriel’s car approached a tall silver gate, Isla’s eyes widened in awe. The bold golden letters shone under the morning sun: WHALE ESTATE. The massive gate slid open automatically, revealing a glimpse of luxury that left her breathless. Thomas, their chauffeur, guided the sleek black car through the entrance, driving slowly into the grand estate that housed some of the most stunning mansions in all of Carminton. Isla leaned toward the window, her hands pressed lightly against the tinted glass. Her smile spread wide, full of wonder. She watched the streets lined with towering palm trees swaying gently in the cool breeze. She could already imagine what this place would look like at night, with the warm streetlights and silver gates shimmering in the dark. Beside her, Gabriel watched her quietly. The way her eyes lit up, the way her lips curved with genuine happiness—it melted him. “Do you like what you see?” he asked softly. She turned to him, her electric blue eyes