All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

This morning, Isla and Gabriel stood under the warm rain of water from the shower. Steam filled the bathroom, wrapping around them and giving a steady warmth they needed. Everything was changing so fast in their lives. The death of Alfred Wyndham had brought a heavy sadness, but it also gave them something rare—time. All the Wyndham companies stayed closed for the mourning period, honoring the late man who had shaped so much of their world. For the first time, Isla had Gabriel all to herself, without the rush of work or duties pulling him away. It felt like a real honeymoon, stolen from the chaos, and her heart swelled with a mix of grief and deep gratitude. She leaned into him, feeling safe, loved, in a way that made her eyes sting with unshed tears. Gabriel could not keep his hands off his wife. His touch was everywhere, gentle and hungry, as if he needed to remind himself she was real, that they had this moment. He stood behind her, his strong chest pressed to her back, wate

Despite Sofie and Peter's wish for a small and quiet wedding, their close friends had different ideas. Ben and Gabriel, along with Isla and Betsy, decided to make the occasion special. They all came together to plan a heartfelt celebration for the couple, both before and after the big day. Even with the Wyndham family still wrapped in mourning, everyone agreed it was the right time to give Sofie and Peter a gentle, joyful treat. It would honor their love without overshadowing the quiet tone they wanted. Tonight marked the surprise bachelor and bachelorette nights, organized just for them. Betsy playfully dubbed it 'The Last Freedom for the King and Queen,' a light-hearted nod to the fun ahead. Nothing extravagant or wild—just a cozy gathering of a few dear friends and family at the luxurious seven-star hotel in Carminton. The women arrived in grand style, stepping out of their cars like stars as they walked into the grand hotel. They wore flowing champagne gold silk pastel even

“Look who's back?” Betty, Isla's sister, chimed in with a teasing smile as Isla and Betsy approached the VIP booth. “How did you miss your husband? He was right here the moment you stepped away, asking about you.” Isla looked confused, her gaze locking onto Gabriel, who sat casually among the group, his silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his chest. Confusion swirled in her mind like a storm, thick and disorienting. Was she losing it? Had the alcohol twisted her senses? Betty's words echoed—Gabriel had been here all along, But that couldn't be right. The man she'd glimpsed with Delphine, the one whose moans she'd overheard... it felt so real, so devastatingly familiar. “My love, are you okay?” Gabriel's voice cut through the haze, his brows furrowing in genuine worry. He rose slightly from his seat, reaching out as if to bridge the distance, sensing the turmoil etched on her face. Isla's heart pounded, a mix of relief and fresh doubt crashing over her. He looked

As much as Gabriel wanted to celebrate the wonderful discovery from earlier, there was something much more important that still sat on his chest. One thing he needed to face before he could even think of celebration. Carl Hompton. Gabriel still couldn't understand it. Why would someone like Carl agree to join hands with Delphine? Why would he impersonate Gabriel and deliberately try to create a rift between him and his wife? The whole thing felt twisted and senseless. And the more Gabriel thought about it, the more the anger slowly brewed in his stomach. Stone took Carl away, following Gabriel’s orders. And now, before he handed Carl to the authorities, Gabriel needed answers—real ones. And now, the air in the suite felt too tight to breathe. “You will tell me everything I want to know,” Gabriel said, his tone hard and firm as he settled into the armchair inside his suite. His voice carried the quiet threat of a man who had reached the end of his patience. "Your answers will deci

Sofie and Peter sat side by side on the edge of his grand bed in his bedroom. Sofie's heart raced as she looked down at her tiny silk nightie. It clung to her skin, showing almost every curve of her body. Her breasts, a bit large and full, pressed against the thin fabric. The straps were narrow, and the hem barely covered her thighs. She felt so exposed. Heat rushed to her cheeks. No one had ever seen her like this before. Not even in her wildest thoughts. Now, she was married to Peter, but the nerves still twisted in her stomach. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the nightie. She tugged it down, trying to hide more of her thighs. But it did little good. Her legs stayed bare, smooth skin on full display. Her breaths came fast and shallow. Each one felt heavy, like the air was thick around her. Peter turned his head and saw the fear in her eyes. He knew she was scared. Gently, he reached over and took off his glasses. He set them down on the nightstand. His large hand found hers