All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

As the phone continued ringing. Aurelian reached for it reluctantly, his jaw still tight from the interruption. The screen flashed Kendrick’s name. He glanced at Mercy. Her breathing had softened. Somewhere between the heated kisses and the emotional exhaustion of the day, she had drifted into sleep. Her hand was still resting loosely against his chest. He carefully lifted it and placed it gently by her side before standing. He answered the call in a low voice. “Yes.” Kendrick didn’t waste time. “They’ve been arrested.” Aurelian stepped away from the bed and moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on the city below. “Explain.” “Assault charges have been filed. We moved faster than they expected. Cane was taken first. Lydia resisted—she was taken as well. Richard attempted to interfere and was detained. Your father-in-law too.” Aurelian’s eyes darkened slightly. “And Mona?” “She wasn’t charged. The officers confirmed she tried to stop the assault.” Aure

Breakfast ended, but the air between them did not return to normal. Mercy was still standing at the kitchen island when Aurelian set his cup down with deliberate calmness. His expression was composed, but there was something settled in his eyes, more like a decision already made. “Mercy.” She looked up immediately. “Yes?” “I want you to move into my bedroom.” The words were simple. But the impact was not. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the counter. She had expected many things from him like control or possessiveness, maybe even distance. But this… this felt different and deeper. “You mean…” she began carefully, “permanently?” “Yes.” His answer came without hesitation. “It’s time.” She swallowed. And he stepped closer, not intimidating, just certain. “That room has been mine for years,” he continued. “But it doesn’t have to stay that way. Change anything you don’t like. Redesign it. Replace furniture. Change the colors. Make it ours.” Ours. The word brus

As they took their seats. Aurelian sat still for a few seconds, still admiring his wife and the surprise dinner. The soft candlelight reflected against the glass dining table. The wine shimmered dark red in the decanter. The scent of herbs and butter lingered warmly in the air. He slowly removed his tie, loosening it with deliberate calm. Then he shrugged off his suit jacket and placed it neatly over the arm of the sofa before rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. Mercy watched him quietly. He looked less like the untouchable CEO now and more like a man stepping into his own home. He pulled out a chair and sat down, eyes still scanning the table. “What did you make?” he asked softly. Mercy walked toward the kitchen and returned with the main dish, placing it carefully in front of him. Pan-seared lobster tails glazed in garlic butter and lemon zest. Beside it, a creamy saffron seafood risotto filled with scallops and shrimp. There was a side of grilled asparagus driz

The penthouse was unusually quiet for a house that had been invaded the night before. The city of Carminton was just waking up, but inside the Wyndham penthouse, Mercy had been awake for almost an hour. She stood barefoot in the kitchen, hair loosely tied back, sleeves of her soft cotton top rolled up slightly. The scent of butter, cinnamon, and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. She moved swiftly in the kitchen. On the stove, she had a pan of fluffy scrambled eggs folded gently with cream cheese and chives. Beside it, turkey sausages sizzled lightly in olive oil. In the oven, mini croissants warmed to golden perfection. On the counter were bowls of freshly cut fruits like strawberries, kiwi, pineapple, blueberries, all arranged with care. She had also made blueberry pancakes stacked high, drizzled lightly with maple syrup and dusted with powdered sugar. A separate pot held oatmeal simmered slowly with honey and almonds for the children. It wasn’t extravagant or catered. It

Generations, legacy, history. And now, Mercy. Aurelian guided her forward. Every step felt measured. He stopped first before John and Gladys. His grandparents. “Grandfather. Grandmother.” John’s sharp eyes softened slightly when he looked at Mercy. “So this is the woman who finally did the impossible,” John said in a slow, amused tone. Mercy offered a respectful bow of her head. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” John studied her carefully. “She has manners,” Gladys noted approvingly. Aurelian’s hand tightened slightly at her waist. “She’s my wife,” he said simply, and proudly. It was a statement. They moved next to Charles and Diana, Isla’s parents. Diana rose slowly, her eyes gentle. “Welcome to our family, child,” she said warmly. Charles nodded in approval. “You must be strong.” Mercy blinked. “Why do you say that?” “Because you married into this family,” Charles replied calmly. Aurelian almost smiled. But Mercy grabbed a message from the old man's words. “You must b