All Chapters of The woman who inherited three husbands : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morning light filtered through the velvet drapes. Salma was out of bed before the alarm could finish vibrating. She grabbed her tablet from the nightstand and walked straight to the window.. She opened Joyce's links one after another. Every page returned the same message. "404. Page Not Found." No articles. No photographs. No trace they had ever existed. She glanced down at the driveway. The tactical vehicles were gone. The guards had disappeared. It was as though the previous night had never happened. She walked back to the bed stand and picked one of her phones, the screen light up and quickly registered twelve missed calls from Aria and six text messages. Salma’s thumb swiped across the glass, Her stomach dropped. “Salma, please tell me this is a joke.” “Who are these people? Why are my colleagues sending me these links?” “Salma, answer me!”Beneath Aria’s messages was a thread from Joyce. Joyce had been working through the night, compiling a massive dossier of archiv

The glass revolving doors of the Wellington Tower pushed outward into the crisp evening air. After a day of back-to-back crisis meetings, Salma was ready for nothing more than a hot bath. Between dealing with Julian and the pregnancy clause Barrister Dash had dropped on her desk, she felt suffocated by her father's ghost. She just wanted an empty car and a silent drive home, instead on the curb were three massive vehicles she had tried to leave behind that morning. Adam spotted her first and opened the passenger door of his SUV. Shane was leaning against the hood of his car while Devon sat in his quietly, observing her. Salma stopped at the top of the concrete steps her exhaustion instantly turned into pure irritation. "I explicitly said I don't need a convoy!" Salma said. "I am stressed, I am pissed, and I don't have the patience for whatever game you three are playing." "It's not a game, Salma," Adam said smoothly. She ignored them and started walking toward her car as her c

It was barely nine in the morning, but the air inside her office already felt heavy. She leaned back in her leather chair, her fingers lightly rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her replacement phone sat perfectly silent on the polished wood. She had spent the last hour staring at it, waiting for her doctor's email with the results of her fertility tests. However, the quiet didn't last as the heavy glass door to her office clicked open. Joyce stepped inside, her face tight with confusion as she examined the box she had in her hands. She held out a solid, unmarked wooden box about the size of a wine crate. "This just came through the penthouse courier drop, Ms. Wellington," Joyce said, her voice dropping to a cautious murmur. "It completely bypassed the ground floor scanning station. A courier delivered it directly to the executive receptionist and left before we could log his ID." Salma straightened up, her features settling into a hard frown. "Bypassed security? That's impos

The grandfather clock in the study ticked steadily. Tick. Tick. Tick. Every second seemed painfully slow. The entire estate had fallen into an uneasy silence, but inside Salma, a storm was raging. For months, she had sat behind this mahogany desk, signing contracts, approving transfers and reviewing financial reports. She believed she was protecting nothing more than one of the largest business empires in the world. Now she wasn't so sure anymore. Now, looking at the three men standing before her, she realized she had been reigning over a kingdom of secrets. "I want see the vault." Salma said. "If my father built an underground empire, I want to see it. I want the blueprints. I want every secret." The men exchanged glances. For months, they had kept her in the dark to keep her safe. But the arrival of the Sovereign's dagger had dismantled the safety. To keep her safe now, they had to tell her everything. Adam walked toward one of the built-in bookshelves. He pull

By Tuesday morning, the left wing of the estate's ground floor looked more like a sterile private hospital. The Italian furniture she had chosen to give the wing warmth had been moved to another section of the estate. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. Stainless steel medical carts, rolling IV stands, trays of carefully arranged medication, and digital heart monitors blinking green lights were everywhere There was even a fully equipped neonatal intensive care unit built into one side of the wing. Rows of incubators and an adjoining laboratory had already been fitted with equipment for fertilization and embryo development". Two nurses in grey scrubs moved quietly in and out of the rooms, checking equipment, arranging supplies and speaking to one another in hushed voices. The entire wing had been transformed in less than forty eight hours. Salma sat at the head of the long marble dining table, her mind was consumed by one thing. Having children. She had not sudde