All Chapters of The woman who inherited three husbands : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time Salma buttoned her tailored black suit and fastened a pair of diamond studs, the unmistakable growl of an engine rolled across the estate. She walked to the window just as a bright red convertible swept through the front gates before gliding to a stop at the entrance. Eby. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Salma's lips. Of course she'd be first. Arthur's fourth wife had an uncanny talent for making an entrance. Even to her own husband's funeral, Eby carried herself as though the room existed solely to witness her arrival. Salma slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses before immediately taking them off again. Wearing them indoors would only invite unnecessary comments. She placed them back on the dressing table, smoothed an invisible crease from her jacket, and caught her own reflection in the mirror. "You can survive two hours," she murmured to herself. By the time she stepped into the grand parlor, conversations softened almost instantly. It wasn't obvious enough to

Her father had been terrifyingly meticulous when he drafted the will. Arthur Wellington had anticipated every argument, every loophole, every desperate attempt to overturn his final wishes. Even in death, he had managed to stay three steps ahead of everyone in the room.Barrister Dash adjusted his glasses before turning another page."In accordance with the instructions of the deceased," he read calmly, "Mrs. Diva Wellington shall inherit ten percent of Mr. Wellington's real estate portfolio."A few heads turned toward Diva. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow but otherwise remained unfazed, simply crossing one elegant leg over the other."Mrs. Evelyn Wellington"—Barrister Dash nodded respectfully toward Salma's mother—"shall inherit thirty percent of Mr. Wellington's prime investment holdings."Salma's mother didn't react. She simply folded her hands in her lap, her expression as composed as ever.Barrister Dash continued."The remaining spouses of the deceased shall each receive

An hour later, after her mother finally left the estate, Salma went upstairs to draw a long warm bath. The bathroom filled with thick, scented steam as she sank into the deep bubble bathtub, the hot water doing nothing to ease the sudden ache in her chest. She stared at her phone for a long time before finally dialing Aria’s number. Aria’s hopeful, sweet voice came through the speaker instantly. "Honey, How did the meeting go? How was it?" Salma leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, watching the bubbles pop. She didn't prepare for the twist in her father's will so she didn't know what to tell Aria. She desperately considered telling her the truth right then and there, she wanted to tell her about the three unbelievably attractive men currently sleeping under her roof, and exactly how her father's feral wives had completely lost their minds over the will. She wanted to share the entire burden. But before she could speak, Aria’s excited voice cut back in. "I can't wait

When she finally met Aria in person, it was months after that library encounter. Salma had walked into a small, tucked-away bookshop around town, completely unaware of what was about to hit her. At the time, Salma had actually given up on finding the mysterious redhead and had gone right back to her usual casual dating scheme. She was trying to pick out a quick gift for a long-legged blonde she had started seeing two weeks prior. The girl loved dark humor, and Salma was very interested in getting between the sheets with her after dinner, so she figured a good book would be the perfect incentive. Salma had already planned the whole evening out: she was going to order high-end takeout, have the staff at her penthouse set up a cozy, candlelit picnic, and turn up the chandelier just enough so the girl could read a few pages before Salma moved in for a kiss. As she searched the aisles, she spotted a petite redhead dressed in a denim short pinafore over a simple white crop shirt. Her pale

By Monday afternoon, Salma walked out of a grueling, three-hour conference, her head throbbing as her assistant hurried alongside her down the office corridor. "Miss Wellington, you have your final bridal dress fitting scheduled for three o'clock this afternoon" her assistant murmured, flipping through her tablet. "And I’ve penciled in your lunch with Mr. Jim at one to discuss the final merger parameters. The shares are holding steady, but the board is anxious for a formal announcement regarding the acting CEO seat." "My wedding is in two week, Joyce, the board shouldn't be worried about announcing CEO, my weddings would do just that. Keep the pressure on the public relations team" Salma muttered, pushing open the heavy glass doors to her private executive office. She stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting comfortably on the corner of her pristine mahogany desk was her mother, looking incredibly striking in a flashy, gold-and-white designer suit that practically screamed old money.