Dinner With His Family

Chapter 3

Elena’s POV

The car ride to Kane Estate felt endless. Damien’s hand stayed heavy on my thick thigh. My deep blue dress clung to every curve my full breasts, soft belly, and wide hips. I kept stealing glances at him. He looked calm on the surface, but I could feel the tension in his fingers.

When the grand gates of Kane Estate opened, my stomach twisted. The mansion was massive and intimidating. Lights glowed from every window. This was where Damien grew up. Where his pain lived.

And now I was walking in as his future wife.

The car stopped. “Ready?” he murmured. His voice was low and intimate. For a moment, it felt real.

We stepped out together. His arm wrapped around my waist immediately. His fingers pressed into my soft hip. I leaned into him, trying to look natural. My heart pounded.

Damien’s POV

I held Elena close. Her soft, curvy body felt perfect against me. I could feel her heart beating fast. She was nervous. I squeezed her hip gently. I would protect her tonight.

Elena’s POV

Sophia Kane waited at the top of the steps. She was glamorous and sharp, diamonds sparkling at her neck. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe. The moment they landed on my curvy figure, her lips curled.

“Damien, darling,” she said sweetly, but her eyes were cold. “So this is the woman you’ve chosen so suddenly.”

Damien’s arm tightened around me. “Mother. This is Elena. My fiancé.”

Sophia’s gaze lingered on my full breasts, then my soft belly, then my wide hips. “Fiancé. How charming. Elena, you were his secretary? How convenient. I must say, Damien, I expected someone with a better image for the Kane family. Someone slimmer. More refined. She’s a bit too soft for our world, don’t you think? The press will have a field day with those curves.”

The words stung. My chubby cheeks burned. I felt every plush inch of my body under her stare. My dress suddenly felt too tight. Too revealing.

Damien’s POV

My body went rigid beside Elena. Anger boiled inside me. “Mother, that’s enough,” I said sharply. “Elena is beautiful exactly as she is. She’s kind. She’s loyal. And she’s going to be my wife. If you can’t show respect, we can leave right now.”

Elena’s POV

Sophia laughed lightly, waving her hand. “Oh, don’t be so sensitive, darling. I’m only looking out for you. The Kane name has standards. Legacy matters. Image matters. But if you want to bring her home like this, fine. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

Victor stayed quiet, watching the exchange.

We followed them into the mansion.

The dining room was elegant and cold. Crystal glasses. Expensive wine already poured. Damien pulled out my chair. His hand brushed my back as I sat. I tried to smile.

The conversation started politely. Victor asked how we met. Damien answered smoothly I had been his secretary for four years. Feelings grew slowly. We decided to make it official. I added a few words, playing the part. My hand rested on his arm. I looked at him with all the love I had hidden for years.

But Sophia didn’t care about the love story.

She sipped her wine and looked at me again. Her eyes were sharp. “So, Elena, tell me how does a secretary suddenly become the future Mrs. Kane? You must be very good at your job.” Her tone was sweet but venomous. “Though I have to be honest, dear. You’re not exactly the image the Kane family needs. Those hips. That softness. The tabloids will tear you apart. Damien needs someone who can stand beside him without drawing the wrong kind of attention.”

My stomach dropped. I felt exposed. My soft belly pressed against the table. My full breasts rose and fell faster. I wanted to shrink. To hide.

Damien’s POV

My hand tightened on Elena’s thigh under the table. Anger burned in my chest. “Mother, stop,” I warned. My voice was low and furious. “Elena is perfect. She’s more real than any of the women you tried to push on me. If you keep insulting her, we’re leaving.”

Elena’s POV

Sophia smiled, but her eyes were cold. She didn’t care about the truth. She just wanted to ruin his mood. To push him. To remind him of the control she once had. 

“I’m only being realistic, darling. You’ve always had such terrible taste. First all those models, now this. I’m trying to protect the family name.”

Victor stayed quiet, watching the exchange.

Damien had enough. He stood up abruptly, pulling me with him. “We’re done here. Come on, 

Elena.”

He stormed out, arm tight around mine. Sophia called after us, but he ignored her.

We left Kane Estate without another word.

The night air felt cool on my burning cheeks. Damien didn’t speak until we were back in the car. The moment the doors closed, his hand gripped my plush thigh too tightly. His fingers dug into the soft flesh.

“You’re mine now,” he muttered.

The words sent confusing sparks through my body. Heat flooded between my legs. My nipples tightened. Even though his grip was almost painful, I didn’t pull away. I wanted him to claim me. To show me I belonged to him.

He turned to me. His eyes were dark. Furious. Possessive. “She had no right to speak to you like that.”

I placed my hand over his. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” His grip tightened again. “No one talks about your body like that. Not even my mother. You’re perfect the way you are.”

The car moved through the dark streets.

My breathing grew faster. My full breasts rose and fell quickly. I was wet. Aching. Confused by how much his anger and possessiveness turned me on.

He leaned closer. His lips brushed my ear.