Todos os capítulos de She Was Never Just the Billionaire’s Wife: Capítulo 341 - Capítulo 350

(Natasha)"The board met. Unanimous. That never happens, and I've been doing this for thirty years."The chairman's voice fills my office, which is half in boxes and no longer really mine."Congratulations," I say. "Unanimity is usually a sign nobody read the memo.""They read it. I wrote it in short sentences."A pause with a smile in it."Los Angeles office. Your hires, your mandate. You'd report to me and nobody in San Francisco, and I am extremely easy to ignore.""You're a lot of things, that’s not one, but I appreciate the leeway."Priya sets a coffee on the one clear corner of the desk and mouths eclair? at me.I shake my head. She looks at me like I've told her I'm dying."I need something from you," he says."A number or a date. Either one. I'll take either."And here's what my mouth does."If it's built around me, it gets built with me. I pick the team. Two years of budget signed before I sit down. And nobody flies down every quarter to make sure I'm doing it the San Francis

(Natasha)"You're recording.""I am."Dana Whitfield turns her phone face-up between us."You want me to put it away?""No. I want you to keep it running the entire time, including the parts you don't like."We’re meeting in Larchmont, mid-morning.My flat white with honey, her black coffee, her notebook already open on the table between us.She's older than I expected and considerably less apologetic."Then let's start with the obvious," she says. "You have not been commenting on the recent speculation.""I'm commenting now.""What changed?""You published a photograph of my wedding and the word ‘gift’ next to a recent job offer made to me."She doesn't flinch.I'd have been disappointed if she had."Doheny's building an office in LA for you to spearhead after you turned down their initial offer. That seems a bit far-fetched doesn’t it?""Doheny's board approved an office in LA. I've accepted nothing."Her pen stops."Nothing?""Nothing. No contract. No start date. No handshake."I p

(Chloe)"The strap's twisted.""It's not twisted. It’s supposed to be that way.""It's twisted. I read the manual twice."Maya's asleep in the car seat in the middle of my living room floor, and Mason is down on one knee beside her, unthreading a strap that is not twisted.He hasn't taken his shoes off.He hasn't put the bag down.There's a paper hospital bracelet still on his wrist."She's home," I say.He stops to smile at me, nearly blinding me with how happy and handsome he is."She's home."By evening he's found bottles I didn't know I owned, sterilized every one of them, and put a feeding log on my phone right next to the birthing app I never deleted.I’ve been pumping in the hospital and she got used to the nipples on the bottles, so they advised me to just keep pumping."Every three hours," he says. "I'll take the ones after midnight.""You have a company to run. I’ll take them all.""The company has a whole floor of people who are delighted when I'm not there. Don’t deprive t

(Natasha)"You stopped taking my calls."Gerald Kastner's standing in the middle of a room that smells like wet paint, and there's nothing in it but me, a stepladder, and eleven color cards taped crooked to the far wall."I gave you eleven minutes on the phone," I say."You gave me nine. The last two were you working out how to hang up."Fair.He got on a plane for this.Men who've been at the top of their field for thirty years don't fly down for a maybe."How'd you find the space?""You signed a lease."He turns a slow circle, taking in the drop cloths."Leases leave a trail. I expected an office. This is a room with opinions about becoming one.""It'll get there.""For whom?"That's the question I can't answer without handing him a thing I haven't handed anyone else in the right order yet.So I don't.I pull a color card off the wall, put it back one space over.Doesn't matter.I just need a distraction."You didn't fly down to look at my paint.""No."He reaches into his coat and

(Chase)"Finally," Rosen says, and sets the box on the velvet like he's laying down a winning hand."Three weeks you said not yet, then you finally say Friday. Now it is Friday.""I'm here.""You're here." He opens the lid. "Look at it and tell me I'm a genius."I look at it.It's exactly what I envisioned."It's perfect," I say."Of course it is. I don't make wrong."His German accent is heavy.He shuts the lid, then opens it one more time because he can't help himself."This stone came from a man in Antwerp who wept when I bought it. Do not lose it in a couch. Do not carry it around for a month like a lucky coin.""I wouldn’t dream of it.""You will. Everyone does. Scared the answer will be no."He shuts the lid and presses it into my hand."Take it before you cancel Friday in hindsight."The box goes in my inside pocket.It weighs nothing at all, which is not the same as light.Elijah's in the back seat when I get in, backpack between his sneakers, already pretending he isn't track