All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Mercy’s phone was pressed firmly against her ear as she paced the length of her opulent bedroom. Across the room, the city lights filtered in through the glass doors.. “Well yes,” she said into the phone, trying to keep her steady voice calm. “But I think it is time we meet and talk. Don’t you think?” She paused, listening carefully to the voice on the other end. Her brows drew together slightly. “Tomorrow is not a good day,” she continued. “We’re traveling to Lisbourn for the final signing. Maybe when I come back.” She inhaled softly. “Alright. I will talk to you later. Love you.” The call ended. For a moment, she stood still in the middle of the room, phone still in her hand. Then she slowly lowered it and let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Wrapping her arms around herself, she walked toward the terrace doors and slid them open. The cool night air greeted her instantly. Aurelia City stretched before her in breathtaking beauty. The skyline glittered l

The Ocean Sovereign was quieter this afternoon than it had been during their last meeting. Sunlight poured through the glass, reflecting against polished marble floors and casting soft glimmers across the crystal chandeliers. The private dining hall had been reserved entirely for the Wyndham delegation and the Whale family. Round tables draped in ivory linen stood neatly arranged at the far end, but the center of attention was the long mahogany negotiation table positioned near the panoramic windows. Legal documents were stacked in orderly piles. Pens aligned precisely. Assistants moved quietly, ensuring everything was in place. This time, Gabriel Wyndham was absent. This time, the room belonged to Aurelian. He stood at the head of the table, composed in a charcoal suit that fit him with surgical precision. Mercy stood beside him, tablet in hand, her cream business dress elegant but understated. Kendrick positioned himself subtly behind them, watchful. Across the table sat Mr. Jo

Mercy woke slowly, in a room that was quiet except for the distant hush of waves meeting the shore below the cliffside resort. Pale morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, stretching across the bed. For a few seconds, she lay still. Though, she felt peaceful, but blank. Then her mind began to wake up. She remembered the deal, Ocean Sovereign, the champagne. Now her eyes widened. The champagne. She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, heart beginning to thud harder. What happened last night? She closed her eyes and forced herself to replay it. She remembered that they had celebrated and Aurelian praised her. She also remembered that she talked too much. She drank. Heat crept up her neck. And now, she remembered what she had done. Her breath caught. She had gone to him without shame. Not the other way around. She had knelt in front of him. And climbed onto his lap, and then kissed him. That was not an accidental brush of lips. It was real Her hand flew to

Jasmine did not cry immediately after she left Aurelian’s office. She walked in steady and composed steps. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of Wyndham Holdings, each deliberate step she took was controlled. Staff members greeted her politely as she passed, but she barely heard them. Inside her chest, something burned. It wasn't just humiliation. It was something deeper. By the time she reached her office and shut the door behind her, the sound echoed louder than it should have. And silence followed. Her perfectly arranged desk. Her framed awards. Her glass wall overlooking Carminton’s skyline. Everything looked the same. But nothing felt the same. She removed her blazer slowly, placing it on the chair. Then she stood still, hands gripping the edge of her desk. “I married the woman of my dreams.” Aurelian voice replayed in her head, and it was clear. Unapologetic. “I love her.” Her nails dug into the polished wood. Love? Since when? Her chest tightened pa

Mercy had been staring at the same page of her tablet for ten minutes. The numbers in front of her blurred. The graphs meant nothing. Her mind was elsewhere. Not at Wyndham Holdings. Not in her new office. And certainly in her new marriage. It was somewhere darker. Somewhere she had avoided walking into for too long. Her parents. And Richard. The lies. And the betrayal. She leaned back in her chair slowly, her fingers pressing against her temples. “They still think I don’t know.” The realization came with a strange calm. Her parents still believed she had left blindly. That she had walked out without discovering their plan. That she had married Aurelian without understanding the depth of their betrayal. Richard still thought she had “betrayed” him. And Lydia probably still thought she had “won.” A sad smile touched Mercy’s lips. They had no idea that she had heard everything. That night in the condo. The laughter. The whispers. The plan to get her to sign over her shares. Th