All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Strangely, after the kiss, they were still tangled together longer than expected. His release was still very warm inside her, leaving her spent and exposed. Reluctantly, Gabriel slid out of her, his body still hard, his breath heavy. He looked down at her with a fresh hunger burning in his green eyes, but then, he looked worried for some reason. “We need to eat,” he said, his own words surprising him. “I have plans for later, and we won’t last without food.” He tried to make his voice light, but the tenderness under it made Isla’s chest ache. Isla could barely move; her limbs trembled as a result of their love making. Her mind tried to gather itself, skimming back to their very first night together. That memory had always been a blur. She was drugged and couldn't remember much. But she knew it was nothing like this. Nothing close to the heat she felt now. Her eyes widened a little when she realized Gabriel was still watching her. Heat rose to her cheeks and she felt the usual flus

He didn’t give her enough time to rest. In a single move, he bent her over the sink, tugged down his sweatpants, and freed his straining manhood. With a deep, desperate thrust, he filled her completely, his grip tight on her waist. “Gabriel—oh, God!” Isla screamed, her voice breaking with both shock and pleasure. He sank so deeply inside her that her legs trembled. His own groan was rough and hoarse. “Fuck, Isla… you’re so tight. You feel so damn good.” Her nails scraped against the counter as she tried to steady herself. “Gabriel, you’re in too deep,” she gasped, but there was no real protest in her voice. Just the shiver of overwhelming sensation. Her words spur him on, as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her neck, whispering hot and possessive promises into her ear. “You’re so sweet, Isla… don’t move. Stay still for me.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers running down her spine. This angle was different. It was shocking her body in new ways. She could feel e

Outside Carminton’s largest and most luxurious shopping centre, Gabriel and Isla walked hand in hand, as they crossed the street slowly. Even as they walked across the street, they looked at one another, grinning. It felt like they were falling in love all over again. People stopped to look at them. Some waved and called Gabriel’s name. He smiled warmly and waved back, not shying away from the attention. Isla, though a little shy at first, lifted her hand and waved at them too. It was no surprise they were recognised. The Wyndham family was one of the most powerful families in Carminton and the whole of Richbouph. Their real estate company was the biggest and most successful in the entire city. They owned mansions, estates, hotels, high-rises, and entire neighbourhoods. Alfred Wyndham, Gabriel’s grandfather, was also well known for his generosity—he organised a large charity event every year to support underprivileged youths. The Wyndhams did not only build and sell houses. They

“Thank you, Stephen. I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness,” Isla said softly. But her heart was heavy with unease. “You're welcome, ma'am, it's nothing, really,” the man said with his usual polite smile. Isla gave him a slight nod, grateful for his gentle manners. “Please, let’s proceed, ma’am,” he added, gently ushering her toward the large family drawing room. He was walking slowly as if aware of the tension in the closed room. As they reached the tall double doors of the Family Large drawing room. His hands fell on the door knob, pausing briefly before opening them. His voice rang out in a formal tone, announcing her presence. “Mrs. Wyndham has arrived.” Isla stepped inside, her heels clicking the marble floor. To her surprise, every family member was already seated comfortably, with bright faces and a warm smile. It was as if they were just waiting for her to come. Isla was unsettled. A chill ran through her. It felt odd—this family had never welcomed her with a smile. Ne

Alfred kept his expression carefully unreadable. Sitting majestic in his royal chair, he gave no sign of where his thoughts rested. Yet inside him, he was quietly impressed. The way Gabriel handled the matter, standing firmly without being swayed by his mother or Delphine, has proved something Alfred had long suspected—Gabriel would never bow to Anna’s schemes. He knew Anna’s game well enough. She and Rebecca Winthrope had been friends for decades, and both women had dreamt of binding their families together through marriage. It was the oldest trick in the book—friendship secured through blood ties. But Alfred had never been moved by such shallow politics. His vision for Gabriel had always been bigger. He had chosen Isla for a reason. Not for her beauty, though she certainly possessed it, but because of the quiet strength and potential he had seen in her. And he hoped, with time, Gabriel would come to see that same spark. For now, Alfred would wait. He had no plans of interferin