All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Gabriel rose from the bed swiftly, his muscles rippling under his skin as he swung his legs over the edge. Without a moment's hesitation, he bent down and scooped Isla into his arms, cradling her naked body against his chest like she was the most precious treasure. She let out a delighted giggle, the sound light and joyful, echoing softly in the quiet room as she savored the lingering warmth from their recent lovemaking. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her fingers threading through the damp hair at his nape, while her electric blue eyes met his piercing green ones, holding a gaze filled with affection and playful spark. “If you keep looking at me like that,” he teased, his voice a low rumble laced with warning and desire, “your friends might not see you again today.” His lips curved into a mischievous smile, but the heat in his eyes promised more stolen moments. But Isla's thoughts drifted suddenly, pulling her away from the playful intimacy. Thoughts of unanswered questions clo

Gabriel’s phone rang the very moment he finished speaking. The sharp sound startled him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. The second he saw the name, his entire body stilled. His expression froze, and he couldn't move. He answered immediately. He didn’t speak at first. He simply listened, his jaw flexing subtly as the voice on the other end talked. Only when the person finished did Gabriel finally exhale. “Yes, Grandfather,” he breathed out quietly. Isla’s heart jumped. She stood up at once, as she had heard the name—Alfred Wyndham. Her eyes brightened with instant relief. That meant the old man had woken up. Her excitement bubbled up inside her. It was warm and overflowing. She had been praying for this moment. And now, it finally came. Gabriel ended the call slowly. His expression shifted in an instant. Happiness flickered in his eyes—deep, soft relief that Alfred was awake. But beneath that relief, Isla saw something else. Something like fear.

Sofie might have been able to escape him many times before. She had avoided his calls, skipped opportunities to meet him, and convinced herself that a man like Peter could not possibly be serious. But tonight was different. Nothing about this night was accidental. Everything was intentional. Peter had planned this dinner. Every detail. Every moment. He did it because he wanted to show her—prove to her—that he meant every single word he had said to her. He wasn’t playing. He wasn’t pretending. He was doing this for his grandmother. He was not going to deceive her or bring just any woman to meet her. He wanted someone with a good heart, someone genuine. And he believed Sofie was that woman. She had no powerful family name, no wealthy background, no fame attached to her. But she was beautiful in a quiet, effortless way. Responsible and Calm. And she wasn’t the type to throw herself at any rich man who crossed her path. Peter knew her type the moment he first saw her. And at that momen

“Wyatt, that’s enough,” Landon finally cut in. His voice was calm but firm, carrying a warning. “You need to calm down now.” But Wyatt didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. His eyes stayed locked on John’s, like he was challenging him. There was so much anger, so much hurt, boiling behind his gaze. “Wyatt,” Landon called again, louder this time. Wyatt didn’t look at him. “You need to stay out of this conversation, Landon,” he said sharply. “This is between me and Father.” Still, his eyes remained fixed on John. John raised a brow. “What? You have something more to say?” “Yes, I do,” Wyatt shot back immediately. Just as John drew in a breath to respond, the door opened. Gabriel walked in with Stone behind him. The moment he saw his father and Wyatt standing so close to each other, tension thick in the air, he stopped mid-step. “What’s happening here?” Gabriel asked, eyes narrowing. Everyone turned toward him. John answered first. “Nothing, son. Just having a small talk with yo

A loud, sharp noise burst through the hallway, shattering the tense silence of the lounge room. Everyone inside jumped to their feet immediately. Their hearts raced, beating violently against their chests. “Grandfather!” The scream echoed again. It was Wyatt’s voice. He was loud, sounding terrified and desperate. Gabriel and Landon sprinted first, rushing toward Alfred Wyndham’s private room. The corridor felt too long, as if the walls were pulling farther apart with every step they took. By the time they pushed the door open, their breath left them instantly. Alfred was gasping for air. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath more painful than the last. The machines around him were blaring, flashing numbers that made no sense. The steady heart monitor was no longer steady. The beeping was irregular—panicked—warning them of danger. “What happened to Grandfather?!” Gabriel yelled. His voice cracked, heavy with fear. Two doctors and a nurse rushed into the room, pushing G