CEO'S ACCIDENTAL PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION

Honestly, if I spent another month living in my parents’ house without earning my own money, I might lose my mind. Or end up in the hospital… again. I needed this job more than anyone could imagine. Let’s just say my parents had made my life a living hell. Being born into a family with both parents alive didn’t always mean you were lucky. My father believed that because I was his daughter, he had the right to do whatever he wanted to me. My mother wasn’t any better. In fact, she was the reason my father started hitting me. Whenever he beat me, she either watched in silence or joined him in reminding me how useless I was. Sometimes, all it took was a bad day. Other times, it was my weight. Why, you might ask? How could one’s biological parents hate their own daughter because of her body? I wondered that too. I have yet to receive an answer. My mother had once told me that I should be grateful that I had parents who allowed me to live under their roof. Grateful? For being i

With that, he stormed off, dragging his other friend along. "She's not my— Hey, Joe!" Kael called after them, but neither man bothered to turn around. He watched them disappear before slowly turning his attention back to me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he shook his head. "You're unbelievable." I frowned. "But he started it. You didn't even defend me." "Defend you?" He let out a short, humourless laugh. "Why would I defend you? Because he told the truth?" "The truth?" "You heard me. You need to lose some weight, Bianca. You are disgustingly fat. I thought you'd have at least glowed up after high school. That was why I made you that promise in the first place." He looked me over one last time. "You're just as ugly as I remembered." And with that, he walked away. For a moment, I simply stood there, staring at the empty space where he had been. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. His words kept replaying in my head, each one cutting deepe

The next morning, I woke up determined to make the best of my new life.For once, I had something to look forward to.A job.I still couldn't believe it.After taking a quick shower, I dressed in my best outfit, carefully smoothing the fabric before checking my reflection in the mirror.I brushed my hair and gave myself an encouraging smile."You can do this, Bianca."I was applying my lip gloss when a loud car horn blared outside.I hurried to the window.The moment I pulled the curtain aside, my mouth fell open.A shiny black limousine was parked in our driveway.Beside it stood a man dressed in a black suit, wearing dark sunglasses and holding the back door open.I blinked."Oh my gosh! My ride is here already! A limo?! I have never been inside one before!"I grabbed my handbag, checked that I had my phone and notebook, and rushed out of my room.As I hurried downstairs, I nearly tripped over my own feet. I wasn't going to let anything ruin this day.The moment I stepped outside, t

My soul left my body. No, it didn't merely leave. It packed its bags, boarded the first available flight, and abandoned me without leaving a forwarding address. At that exact moment, a bright light automatically flickered on. I looked up. He was hovering over me, wet strands of hair falling across his forehead, his expression murderous. His face was so close that I could see the tiny droplets of water clinging to his long eyelashes. Also I noticed a very obvious dark circles but it only made him look even hotter He looked like a rare Alpha . A dangerously beautiful, half-naked, absolutely furious one. His expression alone could have frozen an entire ocean. "I SAID GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY COCK!" I blinked, finally regaining control of my brain. Then I scrambled away from him so quickly that I nearly slammed into the wall. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I thought it was a snake!" "A snake?" He stared at me as though I'd suddenly grown two heads, one hand desperately clu

I let out a nervous laugh. "That's a lie! What kind of robot are you, anyway? You know absolutely nothing about me! In fact, I have a boyfriend, and yes, he's abusive!" Yeah, I had to keep my family's image on the good side. It's better to have an abusive boyfriend than an abusive parent, right? I lifted my chin, a surge of defiant pride straightening my spine. "In fact, I come from a long, long, long generation of super-happy and healthy families! My parents aren't abusive. They're the best parents ever! So, yes, I have an abusive boyfriend!" An awkward silence stretched for the next few seconds. "Poor thing," Sia responded, her voice dripping with condescension. "How can you be so proud of having an abusive boyfriend? And if your parents are so wonderful, why would you stay with a man who treats you badly?" My mouth fell open. I am going to lose my mind in this place. "Well... I... I..." "ENOUGH!" The man's voice thundered through the room. I immediately shut my mouth an