Semua Bab THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Just yesterday, Alfred Wyndham was finally laid to rest..The memory of the burial still stayed in their hearts. Very fresh and painful. The family was still mourning deeply, yet even in their grief, there were matters that could not be ignored. There were questions that needed answers—confusions that needed clarity. Today, the entire Wyndham family gathered in the large family sitting room. Every one of them had their own questions for John. Some were common questions. Some were deeply personal. Gabriel sat quietly beside Isla, his face composed but his heart restless. He had already pieced the truth together—the woman he saw with his father at the burial was his birth mother. His father had not formally introduced her yet, but Gabriel knew. Still, he had other questions… especially concerning the divorce settlement John signed by giving out half of his shares. Landon and Mia sat calmly, their fingers loosely intertwined. But Wyatt and his wife, Sia, were restless. Their bodies w

“Now that you’ve all heard directly from Alfred Wyndham himself, I will now read out his instructions,” Mr. Stewart announced. A long, heavy silence settled over the room. The grandchildren stared at one another, and confused. Alfred’s words had been clear… painfully clear. But they carried a weight none of them had expected, creating a cloud of uncertainty around every person present. Mr. Stewart lifted the next sheet of paper and began reading. “Until Mr. Gabriel Wyndham and Mrs. Isla Wyndham’s first child graduates from college and is ready to follow in his father’s footsteps, Mr. Gabriel Wyndham will continue to lead the Wyndham empire.” That sentence alone caused a shift in the atmosphere. Wyatt’s shoulders went stiff where he sat. His nose flared. His eyes burned with silent anger. Beside him, Sia tensed, her hands twisting in her lap. Mr. Stewart continued without pause. “In addition, Mr. Gabriel Wyndham has the right to terminate all presidents and senior managers’ a

“What are you doing?” Betsy snapped, her eyes stretched wide in disbelief. She looked like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her. Ben, still kneeling beside her, stared up like a loyal puppy who had no idea he was in danger. “Marry me,” he said. “Oh my God! It’s a proposal,” Diana announced loudly, sounding far too entertained. Everyone at the table froze. Forks paused mid-air. Drinks hovered halfway to lips. No one blinked. No one breathed. Isla’s mouth hung open like someone unplugged her thoughts. Sofie clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes sparkling with disbelief. Betty and Maya exchanged delighted smiles—this was better than a movie. Carl and Luke stared like Ben had just turned into a superhero… or an idiot. It was still unclear to them. And Peter… Well, Peter wore his usual unreadable expression, but there was definitely amusement hiding at the corner of his mouth—even if he pretended otherwise. “What is he doing?” Peter muttered to himself. If l

Finally, he withdrew his glistening fingers, coated in her release, and brought them to his lips. He sucked them clean with a deep, satisfied groan, his eyes never leaving hers. “You taste divine,” he murmured, the words laced with awe and unbridled lust, as if her flavor was the sweetest nectar he'd ever known. Isla lay there, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, still recovering from the shattering climax that had left her body humming and her soul laid bare, emotions swirling—love, relief, an aching need for him that went beyond the physical. Gently but firmly, he spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them, his presence commanding and intimate. In one fluid motion, he shoved his pajama pants and briefs down, kicking them aside. Isla's gaze dropped to his cock, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum from the tip, throbbing with readiness to claim her. He caught her staring and chuckled low, a sound rich with affection and heat. “Time for me to bury m

He was a player, always had been, and Betsy loved him for it—the raw edge, the danger that made her pulse race. Those filthy words spilling from his lips? They set her on fire every time, twisting her insides with a hunger she couldn't deny. And he knew it, oh he knew, and even now, with her heart cracking under the weight of her unhappiness, he wielded it like a weapon, turning her vulnerability into his playground. “Let me give you the best fuck of your life, sweetheart,” Ben growled low against her ear, his voice thick with lust, sending shivers racing down her spine. “Let me pleasure you with me driving deep inside you, just the way you like it—hard, relentless, filling you up until you can't think straight.” Her back arched against his chest, the heat of his body searing through her like a brand. God, she wanted to turn, to crash her lips against his, to pour out the storm of emotions churning inside her—love, frustration, desperate need. But his grip tightened on her waist, i