All Chapters of The woman who inherited three husbands : Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

The estate had never felt this crowded, and Salma noticed it the second she stepped into the grand parlour.Morning light cut across the long carpets in pale strips, and children were already everywhere. Two of the younger boys tore past a low table, one of them nearly taking a vase with them while a maid lunged and missed. Another child sat cross-legged near the fireplace, arranging tiny plastic animals in careful rows. From the dining room, Poppy’s voice carried, already mid-complaint about the coffee, the staff and the fact that she could not simply walk out the front door without someone informing security.Poppy had claimed the largest suite on the ground floor, and her sons came and went through the estate with the confidence of boys who had never been taught that a place this large could possibly belong to someone else. She complained about the food, the locked garden gates and, most of all, the way Arthur’s death had somehow managed to upend her world all over again.Her eldes

The study was quiet in the middle of the day, sunlight peeking through the open curtains as Salma sat at her desk with the latest reports on the Sovereign-linked companies spread in front of her. She was still working through the threads left from the Wellington Tower explosion. She had spent the last two weeks trying to calm investors and the board.Since Joyce was no longer around, she had found it harder to organize the files and workload. She needed an assistant as soon as possible. The thought crossed her mind again as she finished the Zoom meeting she was having with their Singapore clients.The news of the Tower explosion had gone global, and a lot of investors were threatening to pull out. A handful had already sold their shares, sending the stock price further down.Salma sighed and rubbed her belly. One of the twins moved under her palm. The scan she had done days ago had revealed she was carrying twin boys. At five months, she was beginning to feel their combined weight on

Salma had been on bed rest for a week now. Sovereign seemed to have gone quiet, with no new attacks. Wellington Tower had been completely repaired, and operations had resumed as normal.She lay in bed in her suite, on a Zoom call with their Bangkok clients. Susan, her new PA, was efficient, she had sent her a lot of files to her email. Salma had spent all morning reviewing them.She sat propped against the pillows in her bed, a tablet balanced on the curve of her stomach. The twins had become even more active as she approached six months, kicking and moving around at the slightest sound, especially at the voices of her husbands. The bleeding had stopped, and at this point, she felt well rested, but Dr. Aris wouldn't let her off. He demanded that she continue bed rest because stopping the bleeding didn't mean the pregnancy was safe.Outside the windows, the afternoon light was soft. Inside, the room still carried the faint scent of the flowers Devon changed every morning. Sovereign's s

Two weeks after the bombing that killed Dash, she had tried to mask the pain that came with the death of Barrister Dash. Dr. Aris had cleared her to move about to reduce the swelling around her leg—the twins were stable, and her cervix had closed back up, with no further signs of distress. At six months, she was double her weight, and the bed rest was making her slower. Salma woke to the faint scent of the jasmine oil Adam had left burning on the side table the night before. She sat up as Shane walked into the room holding a shopping bag. “Good morning, sunshine.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Morning.” She mumbled and closed her eyes, inhaling his scent. “I got you these.” He said and handed her the bag. She looked into it. It held two fabrics and what seemed like foot warmers. “What’s this?” she asked, looking at him. “Comfy maternity gowns and leg warmers, the weather would be getting cold soon.” She smiled at him as she brought out the first soft fabric from the b