All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Gabriel kept cursing under his breath, while Isla kept moaning his name. He wasn't moving yet. He just stayed still. His hands framed her face, his thumbs tracing her cheeks as if she might disappear if he let go. The intimate position was intense. Her fingers were dragging at his shoulder; she wanted more of him; she wanted him to move. But Gabriel didn't rush; he simply felt her warmth. The shivers that trembled through her body, the soft broken sound that left her mouth whenever he moved his hips. “Gabriel…” she whispered, her voice fragile and wanting. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, holding him close as if she were afraid he’d slip away. His movements were slow and deliberate. “Isla, you're too tight and slick.” He groaned. “You drive me insane. I can go on and on like this and will always want more of you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. His thrusting was slow and gentle. The sensation was getting insane in those slow movements. Isla had never thought that

Gabriel helped her to her feet, his movements gentle but full of quiet words. He tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ears, letting his fingers linger briefly against her skin before framing her face in his hands. “I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe,” he said softly, his gaze steady on hers. “Away from harm, away from pain. And I’ll make sure you get the respect you deserve.” His thumb brushed across her cheek. “You’re mine, Isla. And I don’t joke with anything that belongs to me.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was tender—more of a vow than a touch. When he pulled away, his hand slipped into hers. “Come,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “There’s something I want to show you. You're yet to see our bedroom. There’s still so much for you to see around here.” He didn’t wait for her to answer. His hand held hers as they left the dining room, walking side by side through the wide marble hallway. Isla followed

The night view at Gabriel and Isla’s residence was breathtaking. It was even more than Isla had imagined. The entire mansion glowed like a kingdom carved out of starlight. The fountain at the front sparkled like a cascade of diamonds, looking too beautiful. Isla and Gabriel seated together in the golf cart, riding slowly around the massive estate. Just as he had promised, he showed her the entire estate. Both of them were not speaking. Only the soft hum of the electric motor filled the silence between them. Isla’s head rested gently on Gabriel’s shoulder, her fingers wrapped around his waist, her soft hair brushing his neck each time the wind shifted. Isla looked around in awe, her eyes reflecting the golden lights that adorned the paths. The vast greenery was her favorite part—the endless lawns, the rose garden, the rows of palm trees that stood like guards leading the way toward the pool. Another is the pool—it was massive. Its glassy surface shimmered like liquid silver bene

“Mother?” Gabriel’s voice was tight, with disbelief. “What are you doing here?” The music and chatter seemed to fade into the background. Even Ben and Peter turned in surprise, exchanging uncertain looks. Anna stood still, her eyes fixed on her son. Her expression was a mix of authority and disapproval. A familiar look Isla had come to recognize. “Gabriel,” she said finally, her tone clipped. “I didn’t know I needed permission to visit a public place.” Isla gasped quietly, but before she could even move, Gabriel’s arm wrapped around her waist. His touch was firm and protective. Grounding her where she sat. His eyes stayed locked on his mother. “You don’t,” he said evenly, his jaw tight. “But this isn’t a coincidence, is it?” Anna’s lips curved faintly, though there was no warmth in it. “You could say that.” Gabriel decided not to push too further, knowing that they were in public. “I’m here to speak with you, son,” Anna said, her voice calm but sharp enough to scare Isla. Her

Of course. It had to be about Delphine. It was always about Delphine. The audacity of this woman, walking into a club, interrupting their evening, and still daring to speak about her husband’s past mistress—made Isla’s blood boil. But before she could say anything, Gabriel’s voice came out low and steady. “Mother,” he said, his tone edged with restrained fury. “I’ll tell you this once—don’t ever bring up Delphine’s name in front of me or my wife again.” Anna’s eyes widened in shock, but he continued, his words hard and unflinching. “I am a happily married man, mother. I love my wife, and I need you to respect that. So, if you’re done talking, you should leave.” Anna’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had never seen him talking this way. He sounded so cold, and too distant, as if she was nothing important in his life. For a split second, she thought she might have misheard him. But his tone left no doubt. Before she could form a reply, Isla’s voice broke through. Her voice