Semua Bab The woman who inherited three husbands : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The sun peep through the curtains as Salma grabs the remote and shut the television off, her eyes lands on the picture of her father in his elegant blue suit, she didn't recognize the suit. She had grown up with nannies and private tutors her entire life. Every time a new wife suggested it, her father packed her off to some expensive boarding school out of state. But despite all that, he still made out time for her, he would take her horseback riding during holidays at their country home, spend evenings having dinners with her, go hunting, and he started teaching her the ropes of the Wellington business the moment she turned fifteen. Her father had always been desperate for her to get married or, at the very least, get pregnant. That frenzy started after the paternal DNA tests for his various wives' children all turned out negative. Further tests showed he had an extremely low sperm count, which pushed him into a panic, confided in her in a bid to get her to coperate with him. He be

Her father had been terrifyingly meticulous when he wrote this will, he had left Diva 10% of his real estate, and her Mom got 30% of his prime investments. The other six wives were completely cut out of the actual power, compensated only with a standard annual allowance of a million dollars, a house each, and the right to keep their current luxury cars. The mountain of illegitimate children they kept parading around the estate weren't even mentioned a single time in the documents as there were DNA evidence proving he wasn't their biological father. Poppy was the first one to snap, she let out a loud, dramatic humph, throwing her purple scarf over her shoulder as she stood up. "A million dollars?" Poppy muttered viciously, grabbing her five boys by their shoulders and shoving them toward the door. "What use is a single million for me and my large family? The absolute nerve of that man, not acknowledging a single one of his own boys. I'm contesting this, we are taking this straight

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.