Semua Bab THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Now, everyone has finally settled down. Everyone and not Isla. She sat stiffly, her hands pressed together on her lap, her thoughts drifting far away from the noise around her. She didn’t care about the gathering anymore. She only wanted the meeting to end so she could walk out as quickly as possible. Her heart longed for quietness, for space. She was already considering resigning from her official position in the Wyndham companies. Maybe then she would finally have enough time for herself—time to breathe, to live freely without being pulled into their endless family drama. No one knew about her little company, not even her parents. The only person she was close to—her grandfather-in-law, Alfred—was also in the dark. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust him. On the contrary, she trusted him more than anyone. But Isla knew Alfred too well. If he discovered her venture, he would insist on helping, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to build her success with her own two hands. No shor

Outside the Wyndham mansion, Isla stood still. Before now, she wasn't bothered about anything. Nothing that she couldn't handle. But the thought of Delphine’s pregnancy, Anna’s performance has left her shattered. She had prepared herself for gossip, for cold looks and for Anna schemes. What she had not prepared for was Delphine's pregnancy. A hand landed and squeezed her shoulder gently. She flinched, then froze when she saw the familiar blond hair, green eyes looking down at her. Landon smiled lightly at her. “Shit happens. Forgive him,” he said, and then, before she could answer, he walked to his navy Ferrari and slid into the driver’s seat. Something cold moved through Isla. And without thinking, she crossed to the car, opened the passenger door and climbed in. The seat belt clicked, while her breath was shaky. Landon’s eyebrows rose, he had always known her as a quiet and cautious person. Getting into his car suddenly surprised him. “This is my car, in case you didn’t know,”

Isla’s head was pounding painfully. It felt as if someone was striking her temples from the inside. When she tried to open her eyes, her eyelids refused to lift, as though they were glued together. Her throat was dry, and a faint sour taste of tequila lingered on her tongue. Then the memories began to return, the crying, the shouting, and the endless full bottle of tequila she emptied into her mouth. She remembered how much she cried until she couldn’t breathe. She had wanted the world to stop spinning for just one night. With a weak sigh, her hand rose to her face. Her fingers rubbed gently at her swollen eyelids before she tried again to open her eyes. This time, they obeyed. Her vision was blurry at first due to the full light. When her eyes finally adjusted, she froze. She was not in her room. This was Gabriel’s bedroom. The realization made her chest tighten. She couldn’t remember how she got there, but seeing Gabriel sleeping right beside her gave her the answer she needed.

“Honey, why aren’t you at work? Did something happen?” Diana rose from her seat in the living room as Isla stepped inside. “I’m fine, Mama. Nothing to worry about,” Isla said softly, wrapping her arms around her mother’s slim waist. Diana hugged her back gently, inhaling her daughter’s scent. But aside from the familiar mix of perfume, she could also smell sadness. When she pulled away, her eyes fell on Isla’s face. Her daughter’s eyes were swollen, her smile forced. She didn’t need to ask. A mother always knows when her child is hurting. But instead of pressing her with questions, she only said, “Come, sit down and take off your sweater.” She said, offering to help. “Are you hungry?” She guided Isla toward her favorite spot, to a wide, soft lounge chair that almost looked like a little bed. It was covered with fluffy cushions and a throw blanket. Isla sank into it, sighing deeply as if the weight of the world had finally found a place to rest. She dropped her clutch on the tabl

Isla ate her Chinese rice quietly, her eyes fixed on the plate as if the whole world no longer mattered. Her face was pale, looking tired, stripped of all emotion. She didn’t even flinch when the maids moved around, serving her more food. All that mattered right now was her food—one bite after another, slow and quiet. Across from her, Diana sat watching her. Every small movement of Isla’s spoon pulled at her heart. She couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter. There was pain written all over Isla’s face. The pain Diana had helped create, though she never meant to. Guilt burned deep in her chest. For years, she had watched Anna torment Isla and said nothing. She had stayed silent not because she was weak. No, but because she wanted the best for her daughter. No. Not again. This time, she was going to fight for her daughter. Even if it meant bringing down the entire Wyndham family, she would do it. Anna would pay for every tear, every humiliation, every sleepless night she caused