All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

When Mercy walked out of her room, she had changed into soft lounge pants and a simple tank top. Her hair was tied loosely behind her head, a few strands falling around her face. For now she looked less like the CEO’s Special Adviser and more like a woman trying to breathe inside a life that had changed too quickly. She walked straight into the pantry. The penthouse pantry alone was larger than the entire kitchen in the apartment she once shared with Richard. Shelves were neatly arranged with imported snacks, cereals, wines, and neatly labeled jars. Everything was organized to perfection. She reached for a box of cornflakes, then moved into the main kitchen area. The marble island gleamed under the soft pendant lights. She opened the refrigerator and brought out a carton of cold milk. The silence of the penthouse felt heavy. She poured the cereal into a bowl, added milk, and sat at the island to eat. It was simple. When she was done, she rinsed the bowl and began washing it car

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the penthouse. Aurelian stood just by the window, looking at Kendrick who stood a few feet away in the living area, tablet in hand, posture straight as always. “The Whale family’s legal team has sent the revised documents,” Kendrick reported calmly. “All clauses Mercy flagged have been adjusted. The arbitration risks are removed. The revenue split has been corrected. The final signing is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon in Lisbourn.” Aurelian’s jaw tightened slightly, but there was approval in his eyes. “First of all. She is Mrs Wyndham to you now.” Kendrick froze. But nodded immediately. “Yes, sir. I won't make that mistake again.” Aurelian gave a nod and continued. “And the escrow transfer?” “Ready once signatures are complete.” Kendrick replied. Good. Mercy had not only protected him from a weak clause. She had strengthened his negotiating position. The Whale family had no choice but to adj

The massive doors were still opening. The sound of polished mechanisms echoed softly across the grand entrance as the tall wooden panels parted slowly, revealing a glimpse of the interior beyond. Mercy stood frozen. Aurelian’s hand was still firm around her waist. But before they stepped forward, he turned her toward him. His hand left her waist and moved upward. He cupped her face, gently. It was unexpected. Her breath caught. His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek, grounding her before she could react. His green eyes locked into hers. “I have never begged for anything in my entire life,” he said quietly. The air between them shifted. “But today… I am asking you.” Her heart skipped. “I know it’s a stupid thing to ask,” he continued, voice lower now. “Considering the fact that you don’t like me.” That hurt her a little. “But just for today,” he said, softer than she had ever heard him, “can you act like you are in love with me? Please.” Shock washed across her face.

After the meeting in Gabriel’s office. Mercy had returned to the sitting room to join Elara. But Aurelian followed his mother to her bedroom. He stood by the window. Isla sat on the edge of the bed, watching her son carefully. He rarely came to her like this. Vulnerable. “I told Father what he needed to hear,” Aurelian said quietly. Isla tilted her head. “But?” He exhaled slowly. “She doesn’t love me.” Isla’s heart tightened. “And you?” she asked gently. Aurelian did not hesitate. “I do.” The confession sat in the room like something fragile. Her son. The boy who had never shown interest in girls. The man who guarded himself like a fortress. Now in love. And unsure if it was returned. Isla rose slowly and walked to him. She touched his arm. “Does she know?” “No.” “Why?” He frowned slightly. “She just left a relationship. She was betrayed. She was sold like property by her own parents. Then forced into a crisis with Adam.” His jaw tightened. “She’s still healing.”

“Who was calling?” Aurelian’s voice was calm. Mercy froze. She wrapped her fingers tightly around her phone before sliding it into her purse. She could feel his eyes on her. He was watching her intensely. At first, she didn’t think it was necessary to tell him anything. She debated lying. She even considered brushing it off. But something in her was tired of pretending. He had been nothing but good to her. He seemed to care about her as a friend would. Lifting her chin, she spoke. “Just someone who wouldn’t accept their fate.” Silence filled the space between them for over a minute. Aurelian didn’t need clarification. Flexing his jaw, he knew who it was. Richard. Of course it was him. Instead of pressing further, his gaze darkened for a fraction of a second before he leaned back into the sofa, as if dismissing the matter entirely. “Block him,” he said simply. She gave a small nod. “I will.” But they both knew it wasn’t that simple. Mercy rubbed her temple lightly. The war