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Chapter Ten: The First Rule Broken
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The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife Chapter Sixteen: Marcus Has Concerns
Marcus's POVSix years. Six years working for Ace Stone, and in that time I had watched him cancel a state dinner invitation because the seating chart put him next to someone he didn't respect, walk out of a merger call mid-sentence because the other side lied about a number, and once, memorably, reschedule his own father's birthday lunch for a shareholder emergency that turned out, on closer inspection, not to have actually been much of an emergency at all.I had never once seen him reschedule a board call for a woman.That was what actually got my attention, more than the wedding scandal, more than the club video, more than any of the noise that had been swirling around Ace Stone's sudden marriage since the Harrington disaster. It was the small thing. Tuesday's quarterly infrastructure call, locked into his calendar eight weeks in advance, six board members dialing in from three time zones — and he'd bumped it forty minutes because Natasha needed to be at a hospital follow-up ap
The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife Chapter Fifteen: A Man Who Doesn't Apologize
Ace's POV I found her in the home office, which was already wrong, because Natasha didn't use the home office. She used the kitchen counter, or the corner of the couch, or the little table by the window where the light was good — anywhere that didn't feel like it belonged to me specifically. The office she avoided. So when Greta told me that's where she'd been for two hours, I knew before I opened the door that something had gone badly wrong somewhere in her day. She was curled into the chair sideways, knees pulled up, phone face-down and forgotten in her lap like she'd stopped looking at it a while ago and simply never moved it. She didn't hear me in the doorway. I stood there a second longer than I should have, watching her shoulders shake in that specific, silent way people cry when they've been doing it long enough to run out of the loud part. I'd like to say I knew immediately what to do. I didn't. What I knew was what I usually did in a crisis, which was asse
The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife Chapter Fourteen: The Client Who Cancelled
Natasha's POVI walked into Bloom & Co. that morning feeling almost like myself again, which should have been my first warning that the day had other plans.It was such a small thing to be grateful for — my own desk, my own chipped mug, the particular smell of the office's terrible drip coffee that I'd complained about for two straight years and would apparently miss if it ever actually improved. One months of scandal and marriage and security details had made an ordinary Tuesday feel like a genuine luxury. I had a floral mockup to review for the Halloway anniversary party and a seating chart to argue with a caterer about, and for the length of the elevator ride up, none of it had anything to do with Ace Stone or laminated house rules or a locked closet frame I still hadn't told anyone about.Then I opened my email, and the morning ended.Subject: Re: Winter Gala — Withdrawal of Contract.I read it twice before it fully landed. The Whitfield account — six figures, the biggest boo
The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife Chapter Thirteen: She Isn't Finished
Noel's POVThe sofa was mine now. Technically it had been Ethan's, bought two Christmases ago from some overpriced showroom in the Design District, but he'd left it behind along with the lease when he moved out two weeks ago, unable to stand living inside the specific wreckage of what he'd traded me for. I didn't blame him for leaving. I just found it interesting that he'd left the good sofa and taken the television.I'd bought a new one. Bigger, actually. It felt important to have a bigger screen for this.The press conference was running on mute, looping, the fourth or fifth time I'd watched it straight through, and I sat cross-legged in the blue light of it with a glass of wine I hadn't touched going warm on the coffee table. I wasn't watching it for the words. I'd read three separate transcripts already. I was watching Natasha's face, frame by frame when the remote let me, the way you'd study a puzzle you were determined to eventually solve and take apart.Second nineteen.
The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife Chapter Twelve: Thirty Percent
Julian Stone's POVThe study was the one room in my life I'd never let a decorator touch.Everything in it I'd chosen myself, mostly photographs, floor to ceiling on the east wall —a warehouse lease from nineteen eighty-one with my signature still shaky from nerves, a groundbreaking ceremony where I was thinner and had considerably more hair, Ace at maybe six years old standing in a hard hat three sizes too big, gripping my hand like the building behind us might fall on him personally if he let go.Forty years of a company built one uncomfortable decision at a time, and every photograph on that wall existed because I'd made the decision anyway.Harold had been my lawyerfor twenty-six of those years, and in all that time I'd rarely seen him look as uneasy as he looked sitting across from me that night with the share transfer documents spread between us."Thirty percent," he said again, like repeating the number might change my mind about it. "Julian. She's been married to your son for
The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife Chapter Eleven: Camera Ready
Natasha's POV Marcus made me say it out loud four times in the car. "We're grateful for the outpouring of support and ask for privacy as we begin our life together." I said it a fifth time in the elevator, mostly to prove to myself I still could, and by the time we reached the ballroom level the sentence had stopped meaning anything at all. Words do that if you repeat them enough. They turn into sound. "You'll be fine," Marcus said, which is the sort of thing people say right before you are not fine. Then the doors opened, and I understood immediately that nothing about the last two hours of preparation had prepared me for the actual physical fact of the room. It wasn't like the wedding disaster. At the wedding, the phones had been scattered, ambush-style, catching me off guard from odd angles. This was organized. Rows of cameras on tripods, a wall of them, lenses like a hundred small black eyes all pointed at exactly the spot I was about to be standing in, and the sec
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