I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Emma’s POVI wake up to the sound of a silver watch ticking beside my ear.Ace is lying on his stomach across the foot of the four-poster bed in the 16th arrondissement suite, his silver paper crown crumpled against the duvet, his arm extended so his dinosaur pocket watch rests three inches from my face."Wake up, Mama," Ace whispers loudly. I pull myself up against the carved headboard, my body aching with a deep, heavy fatigue that sleep did not touch. The morning light comes grey and thin through the high arched windows, casting long shadows across the velvet rugs of Julian's house.Grey sits at the foot of the bed, his knees drawn up, his silver compass open in his lap. He turns the casing with two fingers, watching the needle.Willa lies beside me under the duvet, her rabbit tucked under her chin, her small fingers curled tight around the silver rosebud locket Liam gave her. She does not open her eyes, but her breathing is quiet and regular.My three children.They are three yea

Emma’s POVThe heavy oak door shuts out the sight of the street.The quiet of the foyer settles over us instantly, thick and heavy. I stand with my back against the carved wood, my palm pressed flat against the panel, my breathing uneven.Through the gate, I saw him.I saw Liam standing under the bare branches of the plane tree across the street. He wasn't wearing his executive coat. He wasn't holding a phone or shouting orders to Marcus. He was just standing in the cold with his hands in his pockets, stripped of his title, his fortune, his father's legacy, looking at me like a man standing on the edge of a cliff.He gave up everything to strip Arthur of his leverage.I press my forehead against the cool wood of the door, my eyes closed tight, fighting the sudden, chaotic wave of heat and nausea in my stomach. I hate that it hurts me. I hate that seeing him ruined makes my throat choke up. He spent four years ignoring my existence, and now he is burning his own life to ashes on the pa

Emma’s POVMy office terminal is flooded with alerts before I even sit down.The global financial feeds are running the same headline in three languages: Carson Holdings Executive Resignation Finalized. Below it, the commercial news channels report a second development: Bellamy Inc Founder Acquires Rue Cler Commercial Block.Noémie sets a cup of black coffee on my blotter, her dark eyes sharp and observant."The registry transfer for the bakery block cleared at nine fifteen," Noémie says, her voice dry and professional. "You are now the sole legal landlord of Philippe’s shop, the florist next door, and the two residential flats above them."I look at the deed documents resting in the wooden box beside my keyboard."No mortgage?" I ask."Zero debt," Noémie replies. "The purchase was executed as an unconditional gift transfer from an independent Swiss trust. The tax liability was prepai

Emma’s POVThe late afternoon sun streams through the high windows of my living room on Rue de Verneuil, casting warm, golden rectangles across the hardwood floor.Ace is sitting on the rug, making his plastic T-Rex jump over a row of wooden blocks. Grey sits on the couch, his silver compass in his palm, watching the red needle sway. Willa sits beside him, her rabbit clutched under her arm, her silver rosebud locket resting against her sweater.We have been back in our own apartment since yesterday. The air smells like lavender soap, clean linen, and the quiet comfort of home.Adèle is in the kitchen preparing afternoon tea.A soft, familiar knock sounds at the front door. Three quiet taps.I stand up from the sofa, smoothing my soft knit sweater over my dark trousers, and walk to the hallway. I do not need to look through the peephole. I unlock the top deadbolt, turn the second lock, and push the heavy oak door open.Jul

Emma’s POVThe leather car seat is warm beneath my hands as Henri steers the sedan away from Rue de Grenelle.In the back row, Ace is currently explaining to his plastic Allosaurus that L'Étoile has white lions at the gate and that lions are essentially green dinosaurs with fur. Ace’s silver crown is crumpled at the peak, but he refuses to take it off.Grey sits beside him, his sketchbook open on his lap, carefully drawing a large circle with a motionless line in the middle. The grandfather clock from Madame Laurent’s study."It didn't make a sound, Mama," Grey says quietly, not looking up from his paper. "It was broken.""You were very clever to notice, Grey," I say, reaching back to smooth his dark hair.Willa sits next to me, her rabbit tucked under her arm, her silver rosebud locket resting against the front of her navy dress. She has been quiet since we left the gates of the preschool. Her grey eyes...