THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

John sat quietly behind his large wooden desk in his home office. The room was heavy with silence. The thick curtains of the office were drawn halfway, allowing soft light to enter, in order to ease the tension. But even that light could not ease the tension as expected. Mia and Landon sat beside one another on the long sofa across from him. Stone stood close to the door, his posture straight and composed, his hands loosely clasped behind his back. No one spoke. The silence stretched for far longer than needed. John’s face was calm, but unreadable. His eyes showed nothing, giving away no emotion. Stone looked the same—cold, controlled, and watchful. But Landon’s face was tight with anger. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders stiff. Mia sat beside him, her brows drawn together in worry. The frown on her face refused to leave. She was exhausted. So much had happened in this family, one problem after another, and it felt like there was no end to it. Every time she thought things woul

Ben stepped out of his car and stood for a moment, staring at the tall glass building in front of him. I & A Atelier. The building rose twelve floors high, its glass walls shining under the bright Teriporto sun. People moved in and out with purpose, dressed neatly, looking busy and important. Ben adjusted his jacket and walked inside. The moment he entered, cool air welcomed him. The lobby was wide and elegant, decorated with modern art and soft lighting. He walked straight to the reception desk. Behind the desk stood a tall woman with short hair cut neatly into a pixie style. She looked professional and alert. When she saw him approach, she smiled politely. “Welcome to I & A Atelier, sir,” she said. “How may I help you?” “Hi,” Ben replied calmly. “I’m here to see the manager.” The woman nodded and turned to her computer. “Do you have an appointment, sir?” she asked while typing. “Yes,” Ben answered. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “The manager’s office is on the sixth fl

The wedding hall was beautifully decorated with life flowers. The walkway glitter like diamonds in the sky. Every arrangement was perfect. The large chandeliers glitters, casting golden light on the guests giving them a radiant look. The wedding procession was about to kick off. The priest was already standing in his place. Carl stood at the podium with the priest, waiting for the bride to walk in. The wedding was well planned. Delphine had her Bridesmaids and Carl, he also had his groomsmen. Landon was the best man and Clara, a model, was Delphine's maid of honour. Delphine's parents sat at the front row by the right while John and Gladys sat by the left. Just like John who wore a white suit, the same with Gladys, her lace dress was completely white. Everything looked perfect and you could see the bright faces of Delphine's parents. They looked happy. On the other hand, John's face was blank, no one could tell what was going on in the man's mind. The ongoing music ch

Carl was rushed out of the wedding hall immediately. The sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance sped away from the Wyndham estate, carrying Carl inside, fighting to stay alive. Blood had soaked his clothes, and the medics worked fast, trying to keep him stable as the vehicle drove toward the hospital. Another ambulance followed closely behind. This one carried Stephen Winthrope. The old man lay motionless on the stretcher, his eyes lifeless. Even before the ambulance doors were shut, the officers already knew he would not survive. Still, protocol had to be followed. Inside the hall, chaos slowly began to settle. Delphine sat alone on the podium, her wedding dress spread around her like a bitter joke. Tears streamed endlessly down her face. Her body shook as she cried loudly, not caring who was watching anymore. Her parents stood nearby, unable to lift their heads. Shame wrapped around them like a heavy blanket. They had come to the wedding with pride, believing their

There are things in this world that are far more precious than diamonds and gold. No matter how much people struggle, chase power, or fight for wealth, family will always come first. Money can be lost and replaced, but blood, love, and connection cannot be bought. Just a few seconds ago, John felt like the weight of the whole world was pressing down on his shoulders. His heart had been through fear, anger, grief, and shock all in one day. He had faced betrayal, gunshots, and near loss. But now, standing in the same room with his third son alive, his eldest son Gabriel returned, and his beloved daughter-in-law Isla safe and glowing, his joy could not be measured. For the first time in a long while, his heart felt full. Gladys was the first to react. She jumped up from her seat as if her body moved before her mind could process it. “Isla?” she cried out. “Oh my God… Isla, you’re back!” Her voice broke as she rushed forward. Tears filled her eyes as she pulled Isla into a tight embr