LOGINClick. Vivienne pressed the power button on the side of her smartphone until the digital screen went completely dark, cutting off every communication signal connected to the device. Still breathing in short, hurried bursts from the back seat of the taxi, she tossed the slim device into the bottom of her handbag with a rough, abrupt motion. "You think you can track my location through GPS? Dream on," Vivienne hissed through clenched teeth, her round eyes staring straight at the roads leading out of town through the window. The expression on her chubby face hardened with a pride that refused to be trampled upon. "As if I'd let you lock me up in a golden cage and turn me into your plaything, even passing me around one after another. Disgusting." An hour later, the taxi carrying her came to a stop at a quiet high-rise residential complex on the outskirts of the neighboring city. Vivienne stepped out, pulling her suitcase throu
Vivienne smirked with immense satisfaction, a flash of cunning victory glinting in her pair of eyes. Without giving Dominic time to rethink, Vivienne straight away stepped forward and pushed her husband’s sturdy body backward with one extremely strong shove of her plump hand. *Thud!* Dominic's sturdy body fell backward, landing on the spacious king-sized bed until the soft mattress bounced a few times. Before Dominic could regain his position, Vivienne had already crawled up onto the bed, positioning her full body right on top of Dominic’s body, locking the man's movement entirely. Vivienne stared straight into Dominic's eyes, which looked tense, then with an extremely provocative, slow motion, both of her plump hands moved up to her own clothes' collar. She lowered the upper part of her clothes with one smooth jerk, exposing her plump, full, white chest in front of her husband's face. Dominic instantly widened his eyes perfectly, w
Dominic moved quickly, gripping Vivienne's wrist with an extremely strong grip before the plump woman could take a step out of the doorway. With one ferocious jerk, Dominic pulled Vivienne’s full-figured body back into the room, then slammed the wooden door shut with a deafening bang."Let go! I don't want to!" Vivienne shrieked in a high-pitched tone, struggling ferociously to release her hand, which was starting to turn red. Her chubby face flushed crimson, holding back an exploding anger. "Don't you ever dare hold me back again, Dominic! Let me go!""You can't! You are not leaving this house, Vivienne!" barked Dominic with a strict, shouting voice, his pair of dark eyes staring straight at his wife with an overly sharp gaze. His breath hitches short, his chest heaving up and down, holding back a thick resentment."If you really don't want me to leave this place, then respect me as your legal wife!" challenged Vivienne with an equally fierce shout, thrusting her p
Tristan's eyes flew open, and he immediately sat upright on the bed, breathing heavily. His powerful hand instinctively reached for the other side of the bed, but all he found was a gray bedsheet that had long since gone cold and was completely empty. "Damn it!" Tristan cursed in a thunderous baritone, slamming his fist into the mattress with enough force to produce a loud thud. The young man leaped off the bed and swept his dark eyes across every corner of the silent underground room. Vivienne's clothes, which had previously been scattered across the marble floor, had vanished without a trace. Tristan clenched his jaw so tightly that the muscles along his neck stood out. "That chubby girl really ran away!" Tristan hissed, his voice filled with fury that completely burned away the remnants of his sleep that morning. He quickly snatched up his wrinkled shirt and put it on with rough, jerking movements. "Idiot! Doesn't she realize that Daddy and my cousins are out there hunting her
Vivienne slowly opened her eyes, inhaling the cold air of the underground room, now thick with the scent of sweat and lingering passion. Beside her, Tristan was sleeping soundly in a face-down position, one of his muscular arms still stretched loosely across the pillow. The crown prince's breathing was steady, a sign that his strength had been completely drained after the many fierce upheavals they had shared on the spacious bed until they both collapsed.Vivienne wasted no time. Moving as carefully as possible so the mattress would not creak, she slowly shifted her curvy body toward the edge of the bed."I'm not a prisoner," Vivienne whispered in an extremely soft hiss, almost no more than a breath in the silence. The expression on her chubby face hardened with determination as she hurriedly gathered her clothes scattered across the gray marble floor. "You think you can lock me up whenever you please, Tristan? Dream on."She slipped both arms into her shirt, then hastily put on her t
Tristan stepped forward quickly, completely cutting down the remaining distance between them. Both of his muscular arms immediately enveloped Vivienne's plump waist with a powerful jerk, pulling that voluptuous body until it hit his broad chest. Tristan lowered his handsome face, preparing to completely devour the ripe lips that had been continuously triggering both his anger and passion since earlier.However, Vivienne, with a swift movement, immediately turned her face aside, causing Tristan's kiss to land roughly on her chubby cheek."Why are you evading, Vivienne?!" Tristan barked with an utterly tight dialogue tag, his hot, panting breath brushing against the woman's ear. His grip on Vivienne's waist deepened due to an urging dissatisfaction.Vivienne looked up, staring directly into the pair of dark eyes belonging to the crown prince. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, Tristan," Vivienne replied in a flat yet seemingly casual intonation, trying to dissolve the tension between them







