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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN: The Lyon Inspection
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I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN: The Lyon Inspection
Emma’s POVThe early morning train from Paris to Lyon glides smoothly south across the French countryside, the autumn landscape blurring into a streak of gold and deep green behind the glass window of our private first-class cabin.I sit across from Jean-Luc, a thick portfolio of production schedules and fabric tests spread across the dark mahogany table between us."The spinning facilities in Lyon have already processed seventy percent of our raw silk inventory for the spring line," Jean-Luc says, tapping a logistics report. "The mill directors are eager to show you the new weaving looms. Since the underlying debt was restructured under the Swiss covenant, their operating margins have doubled.""Good," I say, taking a slow sip of my black coffee. "I want to see the organic dye vats first. If the color consistency shifts even by half a shade across the production runs, the entire European rollout loses its cohesion.""The master dyer has guaranteed full compliance with your original s
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN: The Ground We Stand On
Emma’s POVThe air inside three thousand square feet of raw, historical retail space smells of carved oak, fresh plaster, and the cool limestone of Boulevard Haussmann.High arched display windows look out onto one of the grandest shopping avenues in Paris. Above us, restored nineteenth-century gilded moldings frame a vaulted ceiling where crystal chandeliers hang wrapped in protective canvas. The floor is a sprawling expanse of polished white marble, dotted with architectural blueprints and fabric swatches."The main runway display will sit right here in the center rotunda, Ms. Bellamy," Marc, my lead retail architect, says. He unrolls a heavy paper schematic across a wooden sawhorses table. "We can house the entire Lyon silk collection under the natural skylight."I trace the outline of the rotunda on the blueprint with my finger. "Make sure the lighting fixtures don't alter the natural tone of the organic dyes, Marc. The eco-silk line needs to look identical under sunlight and even
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN: The Ghost on Rue de Lille
Emma’s POVMorning light streams through the arched casement windows of the breakfast room, illuminating the chaotic energy of three three-year-olds in full motion.Ace is currently trying to balance a slice of kiwi on his nose while making loud, vibrating airplane noises."Look, Mama! Flying kiwi!" he shouts, his bright eyes wide with mischievous excitement before the fruit slides off and lands directly in his bowl of oatmeal with a wet plop. He giggles hysterically, jamming his spoon into the bowl. "It crashed into the mud!""Kiwi isn't an airplane, Ace," Grey says quietly from his side of the table. He is meticulously lining up three silver breakfast spoons by the length of their handles, his small fingers making tiny adjustments until they are perfectly parallel. He points a finger at the center spoon. "This one has a scratch on the back. It's not like the other two.""It's a special spoon, Grey," I say, reaching across to wipe a dab of oatmeal off Ace's chin.Willa sits on her bo
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN: The Cost of Penance
Liam’s POVI do not sleep the whole night.The fever settles into my chest around four in the morning.It begins as a dull, heavy ache behind my ribs, radiating down into my limbs until my hands shiver against the cold surface of the desk. The hour-long walk back from the sixteenth arrondissement in the freezing rain has taken its toll, but I do not care. Physical illness is a distraction I can easily endure.The bare floorboards of my flat on Rue de Lille are cold beneath my boots. Outside, the Parisian rain has softened into a steady, persistent drizzle that streaks down the uncurtained glass of the casement window.Past noon, a key turns in the brass lock of the heavy oak door.Marcus steps inside, his dark coat damp at the shoulders. He carries a fresh stack of legal confirmations from our Dublin counsel, along with a warm paper cup of tea that he sets on the corner of my desk."Drink it," Marcus says, taking in my pale skin
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN: The Ghost In The Machine
Emma’s POVThe executive conference room of Bellamy Inc. is quiet except for the hum of the air filtration system and the rhythmic clicking of my pen against the glass table.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Place Vendôme glints under a clear mid-morning sky. On the polished oak table before me sit two separate legal files. One is the executed covenant from the Lyon silk mills. The other is a red-flagged dossier sent by our international trademark counsel in Delaware three hours ago.Jean-Luc sits across from me, his tablet resting beside a fresh cup of dark espresso. Beside him stands Maître Laurent, our primary corporate attorney in Paris, his dark suit crisp and his expression intensely focused."Walk me through the Delaware filing again, Maître Laurent," I say, my voice level, smooth, and unhurried.Maître Laurent opens the red folder. "Yesterday afternoon, an entity registered in Wilmington under the name
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWELVE: The Fire Beneath The Floorboards
Liam’s POVThe morning sun does not reach the narrow courtyard off Rue de Lille. It casts a cold, pale light across the bare floorboards of my flat, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the drafty air.I haven't slept. My eyes burn with fatigue, my muscles stiff from sitting in the hard wooden chair for ten hours straight. On the desk, my laptop screen remains lit, displaying the global transaction feeds for L.C. Private Capital.A sharp, double knock sounds at the heavy oak door."It's unlocked," I say, my voice dry and low from the cold.Marcus walks into the apartment, carrying a paper cup of black coffee in one hand and his leather briefcase in the other. He sets the coffee on the corner of the desk, taking in the unfurnished room... the unmade mattress on the floor, the two wooden folding chairs, and my wet coat hanging over the window frame."You look exhausted, Liam," Marcus says quietly, pulling up the second folding chair across from me."Did the Geneva wire clear?" I ask,
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER ONE: The Dress, The Gala, and The Beginning of the End
I LEFT BROKEN AND FAT, I CAME BACK HIS BOSS WITH TRIPLET HEIRSEmma's POVHere is something nobody tells you about being the fat wife of a billionaire.The staff learn his coffee order on Day One. Then they learn yours somewhere around month nine, if you remind them enough times, and even then they
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER FIVE: Four Tests and A Kitchen Floor
Emma's POVI am at Cara's apartment. She has gone to stay with a friend of hers so that I can have some solo space. My mother arrives at two in the afternoon with an overnight bag, a casserole dish that smells like something that can fix most things, and the expression of a woman who has been wait
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER FOUR: Clean Break
Liam's POVShe is gone by Thursday.Not just her things. Her.The apartment feels different without Emma in it and I cannot explain why in any way that would satisfy me if I try, so I do not try.I stand in the bedroom doorway and look at the cleared nightstand, the empty hooks behind the bathroom
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER TWO: Divorce And A Key
Emma's POVI do not sleep.I lie in that bed doing what I have quietly mastered over the past fourteen months... existing in complete stillness while approximately nine thousand things happen loudly inside my chest.At six forty three I get up because lying there waiting for the other shoe to drop
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