All Chapters of The woman who inherited three husbands : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

To the rest of the world, Shane was a ruthless, calculated flirt who had charming physic but his Tuesday and Thursday rotation was the one that caught Salma completely off guard. While Adam pushed her boundaries with wild clubbing, partying and sex and Devon challenged her with his submission, Shane was giving her a real, deliberate romantic chase. After her father passed away, she had vowed to handle this twelve-month marriage sentence with strict, professional maturity. She was barely seven weeks into the whole arrangement, trying her best to remain open-minded toward all of the men in her life, but Shane's specific approach irritated her. Not only had she ignored him during their very first introductions because she was far too busy looking at Devon, the more feminine dude of the trio, but Shane actually believed he could turn her from being gay just by being sweet and putting on an overly flirtatious romantic routine. That lack of interest had severely bruised Shane's massive p

Salma had woken up a week ago feeling like her life was not hers anymore. It had been two months since she got married and had somehow figured out a routine to pacify all the men she suddenly had to put up with in her life. But the brutal truth was that she was losing the best part of her life daily. Aria was slowly fading from her life. The love of her life was slowly going silent, and Salma had been so caught up with the Will and her father's wishes that she had completely lost sight of what truly mattered and what made her happy—truly happy. She had spent the entire week blowing off all of the men and focusing strictly on work. Despite her best efforts, she still couldn't bring herself to talk to Aria properly without having some kind of flimsy excuse to get off the phone before her guilt exposed her. To cope, she had taken up every single appointment in her schedule, booking back-to-back meetings with board members and investors. She was doing anything to not go home and face her

Devon stepped in closer, shielding her slightly from the prying eyes of the other board members. "You will work yourself straight into an early grave, Salma, if you don't learn how to actually enjoy nights like this." "I am enjoying myself," Salma replied smoothly, though her tone was completely guarded. Joyce checked her tablet and raised a sharp eyebrow. "That sounded completely rehearsed, ma'am." "It probably was," Devon chuckled. "I've noticed something about her over the last two months." Both Joyce and Salma turned their heads to look at him."Salma doesn't actually know how to relax," Devon said, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. "I actually think she enjoys choas." He said conspiratorially and laughs. Salma gasped in mock offense, her hand flying to her chest. "I do not, Devon." "You absolutely do," he insisted, lowering his voice dramatically to mimic an assistant. "If she could, she would send herself a digital calendar invitation that says, 'Laugh betwee

The safari jeep pulled up to the luxury lodge just as the last remnants of purple twilight faded from the sky. Lanterns flickered along the wooden pathways, casting a warm, amber glow against the dark canvas tents. The air was cooling rapidly, replaced by a crisp, earthy breeze that rustled the surrounding acacia trees. Salma hopped down from the vehicle first, her legs hitting the dusty ground. She turned and reached up, her hands effortlessly gripping Aria's waist to lift her down. Aria gasped softly, her fingers resting against Salma's broad shoulders as she was lowered to the ground. "You know I can walk, Salma. I'm not a porcelain doll." "You're my fiancée," Salma murmured, her low, gravelly voice sending a shiver down Aria's spine. "I handle things that are precious to me." Aria flushed, a beautiful pink hue spreading across her cheeks. She wrapped her arm around Salma's waist as they walked toward their private deck. "You're incredibly needy today. Not that I'm comp

The drive away from the hangar and back toward the Wellington estate was silent. The only sound inside the SUV was the steady sweep of the windshield wipers against the pouring rain. The moment Salma unlocked her tablet, the digital world exploded in her face. While she had been hiding away with Aria in Kenya, a different kind of fire had broken out across the internet. Cherry, Shane's girlfriend, had gone completely rogue. Cherry had granted an interview to a major television network and called Salma's marriage to Shane "a fabricated sham." The public commentary beneath the viral video was savage. Entertainment blogs were loving every second of the drama. "Billionaire CEO Fake Marriage Exposed?" "Wellington Group Inheritance Under Scrutiny After Secret Mistress Speaks Out!" One article featured a side-by-side photo of Salma looking detached at a gala beside Cherry crying hysterically on national television. Salma's phone vibrated. Joyce was calling for the tenth time s