All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The heavy silence inside Alfred Wyndham’s study stretched for far too long. The old man sat in his grand executive chair, his shoulders leaning slightly backwards, his cane resting against the edge of the desk. His tired eyes moved between the two people seated before him. In front of his sat his son and daughter-in-law—and the other restless faces scattered around the room. He looked deeply disappointed. “First of all,” Alfred began, his voice low and tired, “I’m disappointed in you, John. Whatever disagreement you both had, it should never have reached this level. You didn’t just wake me up in the middle of the night, but you woke the entire family.” The room fell into another silence. Landon and Mia sat side by side on the sofa, still in their pajamas. Wyatt and Sia stood near the door, both looking annoyed and sleepy. It was clear, they were all tired. John sat stiffly in one of the chairs in front of the desk, his hands resting on his knees. Beside him, Anna sat upright,

Gabriel and Isla’s car glided to a stop beneath the wide porte-cochère. A convoy of black SUVs had followed behind them. Stone and a few other bodyguards stepped out immediately, scanning the surroundings with their sharp eyes. Stone hurried to open the back door, and Gabriel stepped out first. His tall frame straightened before he turned and offered his hand to Isla. His touch was gentle and protective of her. It was almost careful, as if she might break. Isla accepted his hand and stepped out of the car. She took a quiet, deep breath, and when her eyes lifted to meet his eyes, something in her expression made Gabriel’s stomach twist with concern. “You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked softly. “We can go back if you’re not ready. I’ll talk to Grandfather myself.” “I’m fine,” Isla said, though her voice trembled slightly. “Let’s just do this. I want to.” Her fingers tightened around his hand. Gabriel studied her for a moment before nodding. He didn’t entirely believe her, but he re

Alfred shut his eyes for a few seconds, letting the silence in the grand dining room settle. His chest rose and fell slowly. Even though his heart was heavy, seeing the warmth spreading across the room between his family members filled him with quiet relief. It had been years since he witnessed such harmony in his household. Laughter shared without pretense, smiles not painted by greed or rivalry. For the first time in a long while, it felt as though a flicker of peace had finally returned to the Wyndham family. He observed them all closely. Landon was now sitting beside Isla, his expression was so bright and full of life as he tried to make her laugh. Sia was by her side too, her earlier coldness had been replaced with something he could place—almost admiration. The change in Sia surprised him the most. Alfred had long lost hope in her, convinced she would never change. Yet here she was, smiling genuinely, celebrating with Isla and Gabriel as though the old grudges never existe

Isla stepped out of Alfred’s study, her heart pounding so hard she could almost hear it echo in her ears. She paused outside the door, taking a slow, shaky breath. Her hand brushed across her eyes, drying the faint trace of tears before anyone saw them. She forced herself to stand straight, smoothing the front of her honey-brown dress, fixing her hair, and steadying her trembling fingers. She had to look composed. No one could know what she had just heard inside that room. She knew too many things now—things she wished she never knew. Because knowing meant pretending. And pretending meant carrying a secret so dangerous it could destroy the Wyndham family if a single word slipped out. Her chest tightened. She blinked away the moisture in her eyes and started walking down the long hallway toward the family living room. Before she could cross the next passage, a strong hand gripped her arm and yanked her sideways. “Wha—” The next second, she was inside another room. The door sla

“After he found you lying unconscious in the hallway… bleeding…” Gabriel’s voice broke as he spoke, his words trembling like the emotion. “He called for help immediately. I blamed him for everything, Isla. I was angry and furious. Especially when we couldn’t find any trace of what happened from the surveillance footage. It was as if someone had erased every single second of that moment. No one knows what truly happened to you.” Isla’s face stayed blank and cold, but her mind was anything but calm. So that was it. Anna had dragged her body out of the storeroom and staged the scene to make it look like she had fallen in the hallway, just to frame Alfred? What a foolish move. She should’ve finished what she started, Isla thought bitterly. Because now, she had given Isla a reason to destroy her completely. Anna had made the worst mistake of her life by letting her live. That woman’s crimes were too many to count. Even if John, knowing all that he knew, chose silence—Isla wouldn’t.