Semua Bab THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Bab 131 - Bab 140

“I think I should wait outside,” Stone said softly, his tone respectful. Isla nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Stone. I truly appreciate this,” she said, giving him a small, appreciative smile. Stone gave her a polite nod, then turned toward Charles and Diana, offering them a brief, courteous bow before stepping out of the room and quietly shutting the door behind him. The moment the door clicked, Isla exhaled shakily and sat back down on the hospital bed. Her fingers were trembling as she tapped on the phone. Her pulse quickened—every beat felt louder than the faint beeping of the monitor beside her. She was desperate to know if the recording had worked. When Alfred Wyndham asked to see her alone in his study, she had secretly turned on her phone’s voice recorder and left it running in her purse. She never stopped it from recording, even after she was dragged into the storeroom by Anna. If it recorded everything, then she finally had the proof—not just of An

That night, everyone eventually left. But Sofie and Betsy stayed behind. They couldn’t bring themselves to leave Isla in that state—not after everything that had happened. They both knew she needed someone close, someone who would sit beside her through the silence. By morning, the mansion felt calmer. The sun filtered through the glass walls of the dining hall, painting everything gold. Gabriel and Isla sat together at the long marble dining table. Sofie and Betsy joined them, the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation filled the space. Magdalene and the maids moved quietly in the background, serving fresh juice and breakfast pastries. Yet, despite the warm setting, the weight of grief still lingered, like a fog. They talked about light things, the sudden change in the weather, and bits of news. Anything to make Isla smile again. But her laughter was faint, her smile weak, as though she had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. Gabriel watched her closely, his

Anna Wyndham sat gracefully in the drawing room, sipping her tea while speaking to Wyatt and Sia. Sia had confronted her and Wyatt for not visiting Isla in the hospital. She was pissed with both of them. But just like always. Anna always has her way of doing things. A way of making them believe that whatever she does was for the best interest of the family. “You both need to understand that everything I do is for this family,” she said. “If I don’t control things, this house will fall apart. Gabriel is already failing me and this family. It was time I came in.” She explained. Wyatt nodded. He was fully in support of his mother, while Sia merely smiled weakly. The tension in the air was thick — everyone had been walking on eggshells around Anna since the news about Isla spread. Just then, the heavy door opened. Stephen, the butler, stepped in quietly. His face was grim. “Ma’am, I—” He didn’t get the chance to finish his words. Stone entered behind him, his tall frame comma

It was a bright, sunny day. Isla and her two friends sat by the poolside, their skin still warm from the water. They had finished swimming not long ago and were still dressed in their bikinis, though each of them had wrapped a soft robe around their bodies to keep the breeze from touching their damp skin. The three women settled comfortably on the chaise lounges, long legs stretched out, sunglasses on, drinking from chilled glasses while talking. Their conversation had drifted to business. Betsy was giving Isla an update on the progress of their new product. Her voice was excited as she explained that everything was almost complete and the product would be ready for the market in the next two weeks. They discussed possible dates for the launch. Isla listened carefully, nodding here and there, but inside her mind she was still juggling many things. She had not chosen a date yet. She was still trying to solve more pressing matters with Gabriel, and until that was clear, she felt un

Gabriel and Isla lay entwined on the soft sheets of their bed, their bodies pressed close in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Isla's back rested against Gabriel's chest, her warmth seeping into him as his strong arms encircled her waist, holding her securely. They remained that way for several long moments, the air thick with unspoken thoughts, neither one breaking the quiet intimacy that wrapped around them like a shield. “So, you finally found out?” Isla's voice emerged softly, slicing through the silence. Her fingers traced gentle patterns along his forearms, feeling the subtle flex of his muscles beneath her touch. “I was with my father earlier today,” Gabriel murmured, his breath warm against her hair. “So he told you?” she asked, her tone laced with a mix of anticipation and nerves. “Yes, he did. Everything you already knew,” he replied, his words steady, sounding at ease. Another heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the rhythmic thump of their hearts