Semua Bab THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Gabriel stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the city skyline. His hands were tucked deep into the pockets of his tailored suit pants. The afternoon sunlight spilled across his office, glinting off the polished glass table and the silver frame on his desk. This afternoon, he looked calmer—more like himself again. After the tension and sleepless night, he had decided to focus on work and push through the noise. There was still so much waiting for him on his desk. He had told his secretary, Mrs. Suzanne, to reschedule all his meetings for the day. This one event mattered more than any meeting or business deal. The quiet click of the door drew his attention. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a black suit, brown hair and blue eyes, walked in, holding an iPad. “Sir,” the man greeted respectfully. Gabriel turned from the window. “Is everything ready?” “Yes, sir. Everyone is here. They’re waiting for you.” Gabriel nodded slightly, his jaw tight. T

A soft knock came at the bedroom door of Isla’s penthouse in Wyndham Heights. At first, she didn’t move. She only turned to the other side of the bed and buried her face deeper into the soft pillow. The knocking came again, it was light but persistent. She groaned quietly, her body still heavy with sleep. Finally, she opened her eyes and blinked against the soft morning light spilling through the glass wall. Her head throbbed lightly. She had slept very late the night before. After her mother left, she spent almost the entire night rewatching Gabriel’s interview online—again and again, until she could almost recite his words by heart. Each time she watched the video, she felt pride, maybe pain, confusion or longing. It was strange after how much he had hurt her. He could stir so many emotions inside her. Even though she knew he did it mainly to stop the rumors from spreading further, it still mattered. He didn’t have to defend her publicly—but he did. And that meant something t

“Well, if you put it that way,” Gabriel said quietly, “then yes—things have changed a lot lately. I’ve been trying to fix my marriage, but Isla… she’s not letting me. Though honestly, I can’t blame her. Everything that went wrong was my fault.” The room fell silent for a moment. Gabriel leaned back, staring blankly at the floor. He missed his wife. He missed her warmth, her laughter, the way she looked at him before everything fell apart. All he wanted now was for Isla to trust him again, to believe in him. That was the only way things could work between them. But she didn’t. Not anymore. Ben watched him quietly. He hadn’t expected this side of Gabriel—tired, broken, still caught between two women. What shocked him most was that Gabriel was still seeing Delphine after everything that happened. “That woman cheated on you three years ago,” Ben said sharply, breaking the silence. “And she left you right after. I get it—you probably had strong feelings for her back then, maybe some se

While Isla’s lips were still locked with her husband’s, a furious voice broke through the music. Delphine was marching toward them, her heels striking the floor with sharp clicks. Her face was pale with anger, and her eyes burning with something close to madness. “Gabby!” she screamed, the bitterness in her tone turning heads around them. Isla froze mid-kiss and slowly pulled back, breathing unevenly. She tried to step aside to see what Delphine would do, but Gabriel’s hand was firm around her waist. His grip didn’t loosen. He wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this moment for him—not even Delphine. For the first time in days, Isla had smiled and laughed. She even kissed him of her own will. He wasn’t ready to let that slip away because of the past that refused to stay buried. Still, he was shocked to hear Delphine’s voice. He had warned her earlier, and made it clear that she should stay away. He had told her that Isla was here. Yet, here she was—following him again, like a shado

What started as a heated argument had now turned into a physical fight. “Don’t you ever try that with me again, Delphine,” Isla hissed, her chest still heaving. “That Isla you think you know is dead. The woman standing in front of you now is different, and she will never tolerate a leech like you coming anywhere near what rightfully belongs to her.” Her voice was sharp and fierce, the kind that could slice through glass. The fire in her eyes said she meant every word that came out of her mouth. Delphine stood there frozen, both her cheeks burning red from the two hard slaps Isla had given her. She looked shocked—humiliated even—as she covered her face with trembling hands. Isla turned to walk away but suddenly stopped, to faced Delphine again. “And one more thing,” she said coldly. “Let this be the last time you show up anywhere near me and my husband. I swear, Delphine, if you dare to go against my warning, you won’t like the way I’ll react.” Her tone was deadly calm, which mad