All Chapters of She Was Never Just the Billionaire’s Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

(Chase)Natasha is on a gurney with paramedics around her.Barely conscious.Disturbingly pale.Her hand is going up to her face and one of the paramedics is gently lowering it back down.Lily is, against all reason, calm in the arms of another paramedic in green scrubs.A man with a press lanyard is hovering at the edge of the cordon trying to get a quote from anyone who will give him one.I want to break his jaw.The only reason I don’t is because the cameras across the street would enjoy it too much, and Natasha needs me.I rush to her side."I'm here. Everything’s going to be okay."She turns her head, tries to say something, but her eyes are not quite tracking.The paramedic next to her tells me, without looking up, that her blood pressure is in her boots and they’re going to take her in.I take Lily from the woman in scrubs.Lily makes a small joyous sound and then puts her face in my collar."I'm coming with her.""Sir?""I'm coming with her."The paramedic doesn’t argue.He’s

(Mason)The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday, and I’ve spent most of Friday afternoon trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do.I’m not winning the argument.The argument keeps going like this.Mason. You’re a grown man. You own a mergers and acquisitions firm. You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with.To which I have, all afternoon, been responding with various versions of yes, but he deserves it.I pick Chloe up from her apartment at six forty-five.She’s wearing a white dress that is very tight and very short but also looks really good against her tan skin.Her dark hair is up, with carefully arranged tendrils framing her face.She’s radiating the specific brightness of a young woman who’s been told she’s going to be photographed and has prepared accordingly."Mason! Oh my God, you look so handsome.""Than

(Elias)I have been awake since four.This is not unusual.I’ve been waking up at four for sixty years.My wife, may God rest her, used to say that I woke at four because I was afraid the world was going to do something interesting without me.She was probably right.She was right about most things.Today the world has, in fact, done something interesting without me.It has done it on the internet, where I don’t go, but my assistant Brenda visits on my behalf every morning and prepares me a printed summary.I am eighty-one years old and I don’t propose to learn what a hashtag is at this point in the proceedings.The summary is on my breakfast tray as it usually is.I read it once, with my coffee.Then I read it again, with my toast.There’s a clip of my grandson on the internet.I don’t need to watch it, Brenda's transcription is sufficient.He insulted a young woman at the gala last night. Called her vapid, manufactured, and parasitic among other things.These are not, strictly speak

(Elias)Century City is a monument to bad taste.Too much glass.Too many people walking around in sneakers with expensive suits.I tell Reeves to leave the car running at the curb. I don’t intend to be long.The receptionist at Stein M&A asks if I have an appointment.She looks to be about twenty and wearing something that looks like pajamas.I’ve never much cared for propriety, but sneakers and pajamas in a corporate office is madness.“Don’t fret. I won’t be long,” I tell her as I push through the double doors.I can see exactly where Mason’s office is.He used to sit at a desk in my building, right next to Natasha, before he decided he was too smart to work for me.I open his door without knocking.Mason is at his desk.He’s wearing a proper tie, which is the only reason I don’t fire him before I hire him.He looks up."Elias."He doesn’t look thrilled. Smart lad."I don't have all day," I say, taking the chair across from him.I don’t wait for an invitation."Chase is suspended.

(Julian)I find my sister in the business center of her hotel.She has three monitors going and a wilted salad that’s clearly been sitting there for some time."Congratulations are in order," I say, dropping into one of the absurdly uncomfortable guest chairs.Piper doesn’t look up. "For what?""Your sudden promotion. With Nathanial playing administrative assistant over at Stein M&A, the Morton empire is finally yours to run."That gets her attention. She stops typing to glare at me."What are you talking about?""Oh, you didn't know?"I cross my legs."Nathanial jumped ship. He’s taking over the day-to-day for Mason Stein, who’s taking over running Warren Global while Chase is in the naughty corner. Well. He’s taking over some of the day-to-day. Gloria will be working with him closely.”I smile at Piper blandly.“You are now the undisputed heir apparent. You can finally run the company the way you've always complained you should."Piper does not look ecstatic. She looks like she just