The CEO’s Curve of Fate
"I was his family’s multibillion-dollar lifeline, but to my husband, I was just a shameful, oversized secret."
To save King Enterprises from total bankruptcy, ruthless billionaire Darel King was forced to marry me—Giselle Davis, a plus-size heiress with a heavy appetite and curves he absolutely despised. For years, Darel treated our marriage like a prison sentence, banishing me to eat in the kitchen and openly declaring that his elegant, runway-slender ex, Julia Lee, was the only woman he could ever truly desire.
The very day his family's empire stabilized, Darel threw the divorce papers in my face, casting me out into the cold New York rain to run back to Julia. He thought he had broken me. He thought I would waste away in despair.
He was dead wrong.
Taken in by Braden Martin—Darel’s fiercest, most dangerous rival on Wall Street—she turned her heartbreak into raw fuel. Under Braden's protective gaze, she conquered her demons, sweat through her insecurities, and transformed into a stunning, unstoppable force.
When Darel falls to his knees, weeping and begging for the beautiful woman I’ve become, he learns too late that some debts can never be repaid.
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Chapter: 09. You're Always Welcome "I still can't believe I actually ate churros today," she murmured, looking out at the passing skyline. Braden kept his eyes focused on the road, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "You also walked exactly twelve thousand three hundred and eighteen steps." She turned toward him, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You were counting?" "I always count.” Giselle let out a soft laugh. "Note to self: never play hide-and-seek with you." "You'd lose." "I probably would." The easy, unforced laughter between them filled the quiet cabin of the car, completely replacing the sharp awkwardness that used to define their interactions. Giselle unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face him. "Thank you, Braden." He shifted in his seat to look at her. "For what?" "For today. For teaching me that food isn't my inherent enemy." "I only reminded you of something you already deserved to know," he said faintly. Giselle lowered her gaze, tracing the seam of her hoodie. "You
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: 08. The Cheat DayGiselle stared down at the digital screen in disbelief. She stepped off, took a deep breath, and climbed back on, but the screen flashed the exact same result. A whole week of effort, and not a single pound lost. After everything she had done—every early morning, every grueling workout, and every carefully weighed meal—nothing had changed. She sighed heavily and sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around her knees. Maybe Darel had been right all along. Maybe this body simply wasn't meant to change. Her phone vibrated on the mattress, breaking her downward spiral. Braden: I'm outside. *** Fifteen minutes later, Giselle climbed into Braden's car. Usually, she greeted him with a bright smile or a sarcastic quip, but today, she immediately turned her head to stare out the window. Braden noticed the shift before he even pulled out of the driveway. "Tough morning?" "I'm fine," she forced a rigid smile. "Hmm," Braden started the engine. "You've been spending t
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: 07. One Step at a TimeAt exactly seven o'clock the next morning, Giselle's phone buzzed on her nightstand. BiBraden: Wear comfortable clothes. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes.She smiled faintly before typing her reply.Giselle: Where are we going?Braden: Trust me.***Thirty-five minutes later, Giselle climbed into Braden's black Maybach wearing simple black leggings, a loose hoodie, and white sneakers. Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail, and she carried nothing except a bottle of water. She fully expected him to drive toward one of Manhattan's elite luxury fitness centers.Giselle blinked in confusion, turning to look at him as he unbuckled his seat belt. "A grocery store?""Yes," Braden replied."I thought today was the first day of my program.""It is," he said, turning to look at her. "But you can't build a healthy body with an empty refrigerator."Giselle couldn't argue with that logic. She quietly followed him inside.Braden grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it with practiced ease while G
Last Updated: 2026-07-14
Chapter: 06. A Better ReasonChapter 6: A Better Reason The divorce papers had barely dried before Giselle Davis declared war. Not against Darel, but against the woman she had become while loving him. Every morning before sunrise, she forced herself out of bed, and every evening, she collapsed onto the oversized couch in her apartment with muscles that screamed in protest. The tears had stopped, replaced entirely by sweat. She refused to cry over Darel King ever again. If changing her body meant burying the insecure woman he had destroyed, then she would do it—no matter the cost.*** Three weeks later, the fitness center overlooking Central Park was already crowded despite the early hour. The rhythmic pounding of running shoes echoed across rows of treadmills while upbeat music blasted from hidden speakers. Giselle tightened her ponytail before stepping onto an empty machine. "Thirty minutes," she whispered to herself. Her body protested immediately. She had already spent nearly two hours lifting weights be
Last Updated: 2026-07-14
Chapter: 05. The Last RequestOne month had passed since the disastrous night of the Vanguard Gala, a month of complete, echoing silence inside the penthouse. Darel had kept his word; he never returned, leaving Giselle like a ghost in a gilded cage. But the sudden, frantic phone call from the King family lawyer had broken the isolation, shattering her quiet routine. Giselle walked quickly through the sterile, brightly lit corridors of New York Presbyterian Hospital. The heavy scent of antiseptic replaced the smell of lilies she had grown to despise, and the squeak of her flats against the linoleum floor echoed her racing heartbeat. Grandpa Arthur King, had suffered a massive, sudden stroke. He was the only member of that cold family who had ever shown Giselle a shred of genuine warmth, treating her like a beloved granddaughter rather than a corporate transaction. As she rounded the corner toward the Intensive Care Unit, she spotted a familiar, rigid silhouette standing near the vending machines. Darel. He
Last Updated: 2026-07-02
Chapter: 04. A Diamond in the DarkThe cold night air of the alleyway did nothing to soothe the burning humiliation consuming Giselle. She collapsed against the damp brick wall, her emerald-green silk gown stained with dirt, tears completely ruining her makeup. Her shoulders shook violently as sob after sob tore from her throat. She had never felt so utterly small, so violently discarded. The mocking laughter of Manhattan’s elite still rang in her ears, paired with the ice-cold venom in Darel’s voice. A curse. A shameful, embarrassing joke. She clutched her bruised upper arm where Darel had gripped her, her vision blurred by an endless stream of tears. She wanted to disappear. She wanted the cold asphalt to swallow her whole. "A gown that beautiful shouldn't touch the dirt of a New York alley." Giselle froze. A deep, smooth baritone broke through the quiet street, carrying a strange blend of quiet authority and unexpected warmth. Through her tear-filled eyes, she looked up. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stoo
Last Updated: 2026-07-02
Chapter: 283. When She Finally Fell The first sign was the coffee. Lydia poured it into her favorite white mug. Then she forgot to drink it. By the time the morning sunlight filled the apartment, the coffee had already gone cold. Again. She barely noticed.There was breakfast to prepare. Hayes needed to get ready for school. Aurelia needed her morning bottle. Laundry still waited inside the washing machine. The dishes from the night before hadn't been washed. Somewhere between becoming a mother and learning to survive on her own... Lydia had forgotten what it meant to rest. --- "Mommy!" Hayes ran into the kitchen wearing his school uniform. "I can't find my socks." "They're in your second drawer," Lydia answered automatically while stirring oatmeal on the stove. "Thank you!" Aurelia let out a happy squeal from her high chair, banging her tiny spoon against the tray. Lydia smiled tiredly. "I'm coming, sweetheart." She placed a bowl of oatmeal on the dining table before reaching for Aurelia's bottl
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Chapter: 282. Daddy's Day Sunday mornings used to begin with conference calls. Today... Adrian Wolfe found himself staring at a text message instead. His thumb hovered over the screen for nearly five minutes before he finally pressed send: May I take Hayes to the aquarium today? The reply came less than a minute later: No. Adrian wasn't surprised. He looked at the single word for several seconds before typing again: Then... may I join if you're already taking him? Just as he thought Lydia wouldn't answer, his phone vibrated: For Hayes. A small smile tugged at the corner of Adrian's lips. And he intended to respect every boundary she set. *** The city aquarium buzzed with families enjoying the weekend. Children laughed excitedly as colorful fish swam overhead through the enormous glass tunnel. Hayes pressed both hands against the glass. "Daddy!" He pointed excitedly. "Look! A shark!" Adrian walked over, smiling. "I see it." "It's huge!" "It's almost as big as your imagination." Hayes giggled
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Chapter: 281. Showing UpSaturday mornings used to belong to business: Board meetings. Investor breakfasts. Conference calls across different time zones. For years, Adrian Wolfe had convinced himself that building an empire was the greatest gift he could give his family. Now… Standing outside a neighborhood soccer field with a paper cup of coffee growing cold in his hand… He realized his family had never wanted an empire. They had simply wanted him. The sound of children’s laughter echoed across the field. Parents cheered from the sidelines while young players chased soccer balls with more enthusiasm than skill. Adrian checked the schedule posted beside the entrance: Hayes Wolfe. Under-7 Training. Field Two His heart pounded harder than it ever had before a billion-dollar negotiation. He wasn’t afraid of losing a business deal. He was afraid his son might no longer want him. Across the field, Lydia adjusted Aurelia’s tiny pink sunhat before placing the baby back into her stroller. Hayes stood with hi
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Chapter: 280. Doubts For the first time in weeks... Adrian Wolfe left Wolfe Group before sunset. His destination wasn't another business meeting. It wasn't a shareholders' dinner. Nor was it one of the luxury events he used to attend almost every evening. Instead... He drove to the Wolfe Foundation. The annual charity gala was only a few weeks away, and Lydia had always insisted on personally overseeing every detail. After she left... No one had touched her plans. Curiosity—or perhaps guilt—had brought Adrian there. As he stepped into the foundation building, volunteers hurried through the lobby carrying boxes of books, school supplies, and event decorations. The atmosphere was busy... But warm. Nothing like the cold efficiency of the corporate headquarters. A familiar voice caught his attention: "Those scholarship files go to Conference Room B." "And don't forget the children's medical records." Adrian turned. Mia. She stood in the middle of the room, clipboard in hand, directing volunteers
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
Chapter: 279. The Visit Adrian had never imagined that one day... He would have to ask permission to see his own family. The black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a stop in front of Eric Anderson's apartment building just before noon. The chauffeur glanced through the rearview mirror. "We're here, Mr. Wolfe." Adrian nodded absently. For several seconds, he remained seated. His fingers tightened around the small paper bag resting beside him. Inside were Hayes' favorite chocolate cookies. The only gift he hadn't bought from an expensive boutique. The only one he knew his son genuinely loved. Taking a deep breath, Adrian stepped out of the car. He looked up at the modest apartment building. Compared to the Wolfe penthouse... It was ordinary. Smaller. Far less luxurious. Yet somehow... Lydia had chosen this place over their home. The thought stung. *** A few minutes later... The apartment door slowly opened. It wasn't Lydia. Eric stood there. He looked slightly surprised but remained composed. "Adrian."
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Chapter: 278. Acting Like Mrs. Wolfe The Wolfe penthouse had always been impeccably managed. Every morning, the housekeepers followed the same routine: Fresh flowers were placed in crystal vases. Breakfast was prepared before sunrise. The children's playroom was cleaned before Hayes woke up. Everything had a place. Everything had a rhythm. That rhythm had been created by Lydia Wolfe. Even after she left... The staff continued following the routines she had established over the years. It was the only thing that made the empty penthouse feel remotely familiar. Until Sophie Hart arrived. *** "Good morning." Sophie walked into the penthouse wearing an elegant cream-colored dress, oversized sunglasses, and a confident smile. The butler, Mr. Han, greeted her politely. "Good morning, Miss Hart." She frowned. "Miss Hart?" Mr. Han blinked. "Yes, Miss." A small smile appeared on Sophie's lips, but it never reached her eyes. "You should probably start getting used to calling me something else." The butler looked puzzl
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: 33. Dark Water RescueThe world was no longer upright. The explosion at the bow had transformed the luxury yacht into a dying beast, its nose dipping into the hungry Atlantic while the stern rose toward the uncaring stars. Smoke, thick and acrid with the stench of burning fiberglass and fuel, billowed through the corridors, turning the once-glamorous passage into a blackened lung. Evie gasped for air, her lungs burning. She had been thrown from the aft deck as the ship tilted, but instead of hitting the ocean, she had tumbled through a shattered skylight into the lower galley. Her head throbbed, a warm trickle of blood matting her hair, and her midnight-blue suit was shredded, stained with soot and seawater. Above her, the screams of Moretti assassins and the frantic shouting of Julian Vane’s men formed a macabre symphony. The ship groaned—a deep, metallic shriek of twisting steel. "Kael..." she wheezed, clutching her throat. The comms unit was dead, fried by the saltwater or the blast. The lower de
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
Chapter: 32. The Yacht TrapThe ocean was a vast, undulating sheet of black glass, broken only by the rhythmic wake of The Siren’s Call. On the open sea, the law of the land felt like a distant memory, replaced by the cold, indifferent weight of the tides.In the center of the yacht’s aft deck, a table was set with a surgical, terrifying elegance. White linen, silver candelabras, and a bottle of vintage Cristal chilled in a bucket of ice. Damien sat at the head, looking every bit the triumphant prince in his white linen suit. Julian Vane had retreated into the bridge, leaving the "siblings" to their final meal.Evie sat opposite him, her back straight. Beneath the table, the weight of the diamond-studded pistol strapped to her thigh was the only thing keeping her grounded. The jamming frequency was still screaming in her ear—a high-pitched whine that meant Kael was blind and deaf to what was happening on this boat."You look exquisite, Evelyn," Damien said, his voice smooth as silk over jagged rocks. "One would
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: 31. The New Alliance Evie moved with the silence of a wraith, her footsteps muffled by the thick dampness of the moss-covered floor. She wasn't the woman who had first walked through these gates In the deepest corner of the conservatory, where the scent of blooming night-jasmine was thick enough to choke, a shadow detached itself from the greenery. Evie didn't flinch. She reached for the diamond-studded pistol tucked into the small of her back, her fingers brushing the cold ivory grip just to ensure it was there. "You're late, Mrs. Voss," a gravelly voice whispered. Luke stepped into the faint light. He looked like a man who had crawled back from the edge of the grave. His face was a map of bruises, and his arm was held in a makeshift sling, but the fire in his eyes remained unextinguished. He had escaped Ravenna’s clutches only hours before, aided by the automated chaos Kael had unleashed in the sub-levels. "I had to ensure Victoria’s guards were occupied with the 'glitch' in the kitchen’s security
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Chapter: 30. Shadow InterventionRavenna was on her knees, her wrist held in Kael’s iron grip."K-Kael," she whimpered. "I did it for us. I did it because they were going to kill you anyway. I thought if I controlled the fall, I could save you."Kael leaned in closer, his silver eyes devoid of any warmth, any memory of their shared childhood. "You didn't do it for me, Ravenna. You did it for the throne you thought I’d let you sit on. You sold my life, you sold my mother’s sanity, and you dared to threaten the woman who carries my legacy."He increased the pressure on her wrist until a soft ‘pop’ echoed in the room. Ravenna let out a sharp, strangled cry."You want to know what a ghost does to those who betray him?" Kael’s voice dropped to a whisper that felt like a blade against her throat. "I’m not going to kill you, Ravenna. That would be too quick. I’ve already sent those photos of you and Damien to Victoria. By the time you reach the main hall, she will have stripped you of every cent, every name, and every prot
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Chapter: 29. The Ghost’s LedgerThe air inside Kael’s private office was stagnant, preserved in a state of suspended animation since the night of the explosion. The heavy steel doors had groaned as they slid open, a sound that felt like the mansion itself was protesting the intrusion. Evie stepped inside, her midnight-blue silk suit a sharp contrast to the mahogany and dark leather of the room. This was the sanctum. The heart of the Voss empire. Behind her, the doors hissed shut, sealing her in a silence so profound it made her ears ring. “I am in," she whispered, tapping the discreet transmitter tucked behind her ear. “Proceed with caution, Evelyn," Kael’s voice crackled, sounding distant yet intensely focused. “The room is a minefield of analog and digital traps. Do not touch the desk. Go to the bookshelf behind the fireplace. The third volume of 'The Divine Comedy'. Pull it." Evie followed his instructions, her movements precise and tactical. Gone was the girl who had trembled in the wine cellar. Her ha
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Chapter: 28. Return of the Widow The gates of the Voss Mansion groaned as they swung open, a low, metallic roar that sounded like a beast conceding its territory. A sleek, silver Rolls-Royce Phantom—provided by Kael’s offshore holdings—purred up the long, winding driveway. The gravel crunched under the tires with a rhythmic finality. Inside the car, Evie smoothed the fabric of her dress. She was no longer wearing the limp, dusty black of a mourning victim. Today, she wore a tailored, midnight-blue silk suit that hugged her curves like armor. Her hair was pulled back into a sharp, low bun, and her eyes were hidden behind oversized designer sunglasses. On her finger, the Voss emerald—the one Victoria had tried so hard to claw back—glinted with a cold, green fire. “Remember," Kael’s voice whispered in her ear, though he was miles away in the subterranean silence of The Styx. “They expect you to be broken. They expect a ghost. Give them a queen instead." Evie stepped out of the car before the driver could even reac
Last Updated: 2026-05-10
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