Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Kabanata 341 - Kabanata 350

As the music in the ballroom flowed smoothly, with the low murmur of elite conversation. Crystal glasses clinked. Laughter rose and faded. But Mercy barely heard any of it. Cherry Timothy’s words stayed in her mind like a small but dangerous spark. “You know, those two have been lovers since childhood…” Mercy kept her expression calm. Her posture remained poised, exactly the way a woman standing beside the Wyndham family should carry herself. But inside? Her thoughts had begun to twist. She turned slowly toward Cherry. “I’m sorry,” Mercy said politely. “I don’t think we’ve met before tonight.” Cherry smiled pleasantly, though there was something sharp behind it. “No, we haven’t.” She lifted her champagne glass slightly. “But I’ve known the Wyndham family for many years.” Her eyes drifted casually toward the hallway where Aurelian and Jasmine had disappeared. “They grew up together, you know.” Mercy followed her gaze despite herself. “I’m aware they’re childhood friends,” Mercy

The charity gala had ended in a blaze of applause and flashing cameras. Aurelian’s record-breaking $30 million bid—in Mercy’s name—still echoed in the ballroom as they made their final goodbyes. Gabriel had shaken his son’s hand with quiet pride, eyes sharp with approval. Isla had hugged Mercy tightly, whispering, “You’re already changing him for the better, darling.” Mercy smiled, genuinely, without hesitation. Something already shifted inside her tonight. Hearing Cherry’s planted lies, overhearing the venom Jasmine and her friend spewed about her, seeing Aurelian publicly claim her in front of the entire elite world… it had crystallized everything. She wasn’t going to hold back anymore. She wasn’t going to play safe. This man, this powerful, guarded, beautiful man, had chosen her. And she was finally ready to choose him back. Kendrick waited by the sleek black SUV, opening the rear door with his usual silent efficiency. Aurelian helped Mercy inside first, his hand steady on he

He pulled his fingers free. Mercy whining at the loss. He turned her to face him, lifting her onto the vanity table. Legs spread wide, he stepped between them. As he kissed her again in a deep, consuming manner, while guiding himself to her entrance. In one slow thrust, he entered her fully, stretching her perfectly. Mercy cried out. Her nails are digging into his shoulders. "Ahhh… fuck… so deep…" He held her still, letting her adjust to him before he began to move. It was slow at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in deep. Each thrust was deliberate, hitting her G-spot. "Feel that?" he growled. "How perfectly you take me? You're made for this… made for me." She moaned. A high pitch sound, almost desperate. "Yes… God, yes… like that…" He obliged with thrusts growing firmer, faster. He leaned down, his mouth found her breast, sucking her nipple hard while he moved inside her. Mercy arched her back, crying out with every deep stroke. "Ahhh… fuck… Aurelian… y

The heavy metal door of the detention compound opened with a dull scrape, releasing the tension that had filled the place for days. Kendrick Watson stepped out first. His expression was calm, but there was a certain finality in the way he moved. The kind that said decisions had already been made… and carried out. Behind him, the air inside still held the weight of everything that had happened. Inside, just moments earlier, Richard Tailor sat stiffly at the small table, his fingers gripping the pen like it was the last thing anchoring him to pride. The document lay before him. It was an undertaking. He had read it. And each line cut deeper than the last. He would vacate the condo immediately. He would never return. He would never approach Mercy again. He would never interfere in her affairs. His jaw clenched. “This is unnecessary,” Richard muttered, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. Kendrick didn’t sit. And he didn’t argue. He only looked at him. And that look a

The executive floor of Wyndham Holdings was quieter than the rest of the building, but the silence there carried weight. It simply showed that power lived on that floor.Decisions that shaped markets, economies, and entire industries were made behind those glass doors.And at the center of it all, the boardroom stood. The doors opened smoothly as the executives filed in one after the other.The room was expansive, dominated by a long polished table that could seat over twenty people. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooked the city skyline giving the space more power.Screens were already lit. And documents were already arranged. Assistants moved efficiently, placing tablets and briefing files before each seat. And at the head of the table, a seat reserved. It was a seat of authority and control.Moments later, Aurelian Wyndham walked in, and the room instinctively went still. Even without speaking, his presence alone commanded attention. And behind him, was Mercy McKnight, his wife.