All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Carl did not open his mouth.He did not move.His body stiffened under Delphine’s touch, like a man fighting a war inside himself. The warmth of her lips was still fresh on his mouth, but his mind refused to respond.Delphine felt it immediately.She pulled away slowly and stared at him, shock written clearly on her face. This was not the Carl she knew. The Carl she had always controlled, the Carl who would do anything just to look into her eyes, just to touch her skin, that Carl will be jumping for joy now. But he looked different.She knew she had been using him, and she also knew he had known.Yet, no matter how badly she treated him in the past, he never resisted her like this. He never pushed her away with silence.The rejection angered her.She knew he had every right to be angry. But now that fate had finally revealed his true identity—now that he was the real heir to the Wyndham empire—there was no way she would let him slip through her fingers.She had already lost Gabriel to

A bodyguard opened the back door of Carl’s black car and stepped aside. Carl came out first. He adjusted his suit calmly before turning back and stretching out his hand. Delphine placed her hand in his, and he helped her down carefully, his grip firm and reassuring. The moment her feet touched the ground, her heart began to race. “I’m so scared, Carl,” she whispered, clutching his arm tightly. “Are you sure about this?” Her eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty. Delphine still could not believe that the Wyndham family was truly ready to welcome her into their home. She knew her past in this family was ugly. She knew her name carried a bad record, judgment, and resentment. But becoming a Wyndham was an ambition she could never let go. Never. Carl turned to her and smiled softly. His voice was gentle and full of assurance. “I told you before,” he said calmly. “My parents are expecting us. They already approved of you. So relax and just be yourself.” His words were sweet, b

Isla sat comfortably on the couch, her back resting against soft pillows. One of Gabriel’s hands rested gently on her baby bump, while the other picked berries from a small bowl on the table. “Open your mouth,” Gabriel said softly, smiling as he lifted a berry toward her lips. Isla laughed lightly and obeyed. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “I’m feeding my wife and my child. That’s a full-time job,” he replied proudly. Her phone was pressed firmly against her ear. John’s calm but warm voice filled her ears. Isla could hear the sound of the sea wave. “How are you feeling today, Isla?” John asked gently. “And how is my grandchild doing?” Isla’s smile softened. “I’m fine, Father. The baby is fine too, very active,” she said, glancing at Gabriel. “The baby has started kicking a lot.” John let out a relieved laugh on the other end. “That’s good news. Very good news.” Gabriel leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Tell him the baby kicked me earlier.” Isla smiled, shaking her head. “

Diana jumped up from her seat, her heart racing with joy. Her hands shook as she pressed them together, unable to contain herself. Charles’ eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he could not breathe properly. He turned slowly to look at his wife, and they shared a long, silent look filled with disbelief and hope. “Honey… is that really you?” Charles asked, his voice trembling as he leaned closer to the phone, afraid the moment might disappear if he spoke too loudly. “Yes, Father, it’s me,” Isla replied through the phone speaker, her voice calm but emotional. “And I am fine. Truly fine.” She paused briefly, then continued softly, “I am so sorry for everything you have gone through. I never wanted to cause you this pain. But it was necessary.” Diana broke down again, covering her mouth as tears streamed freely down her face. This time, however, her tears were no longer filled with fear or grief. These were tears of pure joy and relief. The weight that had crushed her heart for so

“What is going on?” Stone asked sharply as he turned to his men. His voice was calm, but the tension in his eyes said otherwise. One of the guards stepped forward immediately. “Sir, during the search, we found a phone on each of these women. The phones are now in our custody. But when we searched their rooms,” he paused and pointed at the two boxes in the hands of the women, “we found these boxes hidden in their bedrooms. You need to see what is inside them yourself.” Stone raised one brow slowly. His instincts were already screaming. “Open them,” he ordered. The two women understood immediately. With shaking hands, they stepped forward and dropped the boxes on the floor in front of Stone. As they bent slightly to open them, something strange happened. They locked eyes. It was quick. Too quick. Before anyone could react, both women moved at the same time. Their hands flew to their mouths. They pushed something inside instantly. “Stop—!” one of the guards shouted. But it was t