All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

The silence in the boardroom did not fade. Instead, it settled heavily over everyone present. It was uncomfortable and impossible to ignore, as though something significant had just shifted and no one knew how to respond.No one spoke after what had just happened.Mercy McKnight had dismantled every argument in that room, and she had done it with facts that no one could deny. Still, none of them were ready to accept it easily.Across the table, the executives sat stiffly. Some avoided her gaze entirely, focusing on their tablets without actually reading anything. Others folded their hands together, trying to maintain composure, though the tension in their posture made it obvious that they were unsettled.At the head of the table, Aurelian Wyndham remained silent.He simply observed.His gaze moved slowly from one executive to another, carefully reading their expressions, their body language, and the subtle reactions they could not completely hide.These were not ordinary men. They wer

Isla Wyndham and Elara, her daughter, sat in a private dining room together with Jasmine. Isla had earlier ensured that her secretary booked it in advance so that their conversation would not be disturbed. The restaurant Isla had chosen was quiet and elegant, designed for people who valued privacy and discretion. Soft music played in the background, and the lighting was warm. Every detail, from the crystal glasses to the carefully plated dishes, reflected refinement. Yet, despite the beauty of the setting, the atmosphere at their table felt tense. Isla studied Jasmine closely as she ate. It was not difficult to notice that something was off. Jasmine moved her fork slowly across her plate, taking small bites that did not match the quality of the meal before her. “Don’t you like the food, Jasmine?” Isla asked gently. Jasmine looked up and offered a soft smile, though it did not reach her eyes. “I like it. It’s good,” she replied. Elara also noticed it, but she chose not to comment

Mercy stepped out of the bedroom and paused for a brief moment at the threshold before walking into the living area. She looked… transformed. The gown she wore was midnight blue, deep and rich, almost black at first glance, but when the light touched it, the color revealed its true depth. It was an off-shoulder design, exposing the smooth line of her collarbones and the elegant slope of her shoulders. The fabric wrapped around her torso in a structured fit, holding her waist perfectly before flowing down in a long, graceful silhouette that moved softly with each step. There was nothing excessive about the dress. No unnecessary embellishments. Yet everything about it spoke of quiet luxury. It was the kind of gown that did not beg for attention, but commanded it. Her hair was styled in a sleek low chignon, parted neatly at the center and drawn back smoothly to rest at the nape of her neck. Not a single strand was out of place. The style framed her face beautifully while leaving her

The moment Aurelian and Mercy stepped fully into the grand hall, the atmosphere shifted in a way that could not be ignored. Aurelian has been busy with introduction. Showing his wife around. It did more than shine. It commanded attention. Whispers began almost immediately. “That’s the Sovereign Azure…” “He actually gave it to her…” “I thought that piece was reserved…” The murmurs carried quietly across the room, moving from one group to another. Those who understood its meaning did not hide their surprise. Because that necklace was not just jewelry. It was a statement. And Aurelian had made it without hesitation. He stood beside Mercy with quiet authority, his hand resting firmly at her waist. He did not look around to measure reactions. He did not acknowledge the whispers. Because he doesn't need to. His presence alone was enough. But what surprised everyone was not just his appearance. It was the way he held her. The way he stayed close. The way he introduced her. More pe

The applause continued and refused to fade. It was so strong, filling the grand hall with a kind of energy Mercy had never experienced before. She stood beside Gabriel, her chest rising and falling slowly as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes were still slightly wet. Because everything felt overwhelming. She couldn't believe that Gabriel would introduce her in that manner. The way he had stood before everyone and declared her as part of the Wyndham family without hesitation made her heart flutter. She had never imagined something like this to happen. Aurelian’s presence is also assuring. His arm was firmly wrapped around her waist in a possessive way, showing her where she belongs. They said actions speak louder than voices would. That was his style. His actions were enough to tell her all she needed to know. Gradually, the applause softened, and conversations began to return, but they were no longer the same. The tone had shifted. The way people looked at Mercy had changed.