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The morning in the capital’s elite commercial district presented a vibrant view of the bustling city. At one of the most strategic corners of the street stood a two-story glass building with an elegant golden sign that read: Ravellyn Interior & Design Studio.

The private studio was a grand opening gift from Blackthorne Group, a tangible expression of Lucien’s absolute support for Isolde to pursue her dream without any obstacles. Inside the main open-space room, bathed in abundant natural light,
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  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   181

    Three years had passed since that warm first night behind the silk curtains of Blackthorne Mansion. Beneath the clear spring sky over Capital City, the courtyard of the National Art Gallery was crowded with critics, international art collectors, and prominent figures eagerly lining up before the main entrance. Today was the most prestigious solo exhibition of the year—a grand event showcasing the finest works of two artist brothers whose names had now become world-renowned: Evander and Azriel.In a corner of the spacious gallery, behind a glass wall overlooking the lush green garden, Isolde stood wearing an elegantly tailored ivory-white blazer suit. Her long brown hair was neatly swept into an updo, radiating the aura of a mature, successful, and confident woman surrounded by a profound sense of inner peace. Beside her, Lucien stood in a black suit without a tie, his hand casually wrapped around his wife's waist, making sure no one disturbed their precious moment.Isolde gazed in awe

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   180

    The door to the master bedroom of the Blackthorne Mansion closed tightly, locking away all the hustle and bustle of the reception, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the laughter of the guests still echoing faintly from the courtyard below. As the brass-plated key turned and its security latch clicked perfectly into place, the atmosphere inside the room suddenly changed drastically—silent, intimate, and filled with a thick, vibrating warmth.Isolde stood leaning against the solid teakwood door. The evening gown made of ivory chiffon she wore felt suddenly so heavy, as though every fold of its fabric held all the racing heartbeats that had been competing against her ribcage all evening.Before her, Lucien slowly unknotted the bow tie at his neck, letting it drop right onto the thick carpet. The man stepped closer with a sharp, predatory gaze that never left his wife's figure—a gaze radiating hunger, absolute possession, and suppressed longing that he had harbored deeply behind the

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   179

    The transparent glass structure standing majestically in the backyard of Blackthorne Mansion reflected the glow of thousands of fairy lights hanging in layers from the branches of ancient maple trees. Inside the semi-outdoor botanical greenhouse-style venue, the gentle melodies of a string orchestra blended perfectly with the cheerful laughter and clinking of crystal glasses from the distinguished guests. The late-autumn night air was cool, yet the warmth inside the glass tent was overwhelming, enveloping the hundreds of pairs of eyes witnessing the lively wedding reception of Lucien and Isolde.At the center of the main dance floor, Isolde stood wearing her second reception gown—a light ivory A-line evening dress made of delicate chiffon, with silver thread embroidery across the chest, making her look elegant, carefree, and radiating an aura of perfect happiness. Her round cheeks glowed warmly beneath the dim lights, while both her arms were wrapped perfectly around Lucien's neck.Th

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   178

    The morning in the central district of Capital City was greeted by golden sunlight filtering through the enormous stained-glass windows of Saint Jude Cathedral. The modern Gothic building stood majestically, surrounded by rows of white marble pillars and decorations of thousands of stems of white calla lilies and white roses winding along the altar walls. Outside the cathedral grounds, rows of luxurious sedans lined up neatly under tight security, while dozens of national and international media outlets were only permitted to cover the event from a safe distance behind the outer iron gates. Today was the most historic day—the wedding between the head of the Blackthorne family and renowned interior designer Isolde Ravellyn.Inside the warmly decorated bridal waiting room, Isolde stood before a large wall mirror. She was wearing her dream wedding gown: a classic A-line silhouette made of Mikado silk, adorned with delicate pearl embroidery along the bodice, paired with a transparent tull

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   177

    The night sky above Blackthorne Mansion stretched wide without a single star, covered by a thin blanket of gray clouds hanging low over Capital City. The cold air of late autumn slowly seeped through the ventilation gaps, carrying the scent of wet earth and the fragrance of hundreds of stems of white gardenias and fresh white roses that filled every corner of the main floor. The professional decorating team had worked throughout the day, transforming the grand hall and transparent glass terrace into a dreamlike wedding venue that looked like a fragment of a fairy tale.However, inside the spacious master bedroom, Isolde felt none of the tranquility brought by the beauty outside.She sat cross-legged on the thick velvet surface at the edge of her king-size bed, wearing a loose white silk nightgown. Her long brown hair fell freely down her back. Her eyes stared blankly at the rows of small gift boxes and the white wedding gown hanging inside the glass wardrobe across the room.The hands

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   176

    The morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows of an exclusive private boutique in the heart of the city's fashion district, casting a soft shimmer over rows of wedding gowns wrapped in silk and white lace, neatly displayed behind glass partitions. The studio-apartment-sized room was decorated in an elegant modern minimalist style and filled with the soothing fragrance of white gardenias.Isolde stood on a small platform covered with gray velvet carpet, staring at her own reflection in the enormous wall-mounted mirror. She was wearing a specially designed A-line wedding gown made of soft tulle layered with Mikado silk, adorned with silver thread embroidery around the bodice. After taking a full week of complete rest at the mansion to restore her stamina following her work-related exhaustion, her complexion now looked much fresher, and her round cheeks had a healthy rosy glow, radiating a happiness she could no longer hide.On a velvet sofa a dozen steps behind the platform, t

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   Chapter 3 — The Nest of Monsters

    Isolde staggered behind Raymond as he guided her down a long corridor. She pulled the torn section of her cream satin gown over her thigh, trying to hide her smooth skin from the mansion's cold night air that seemed to seep into her pores.As Isolde passed rows of servants stationed at the corners

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   Chapter 2 — The Den of the Three Blackthorne Lions

    Isolde sat quietly in the back seat of the car, clutching her small handbag tightly against her chest. Near her feet lay a worn-out suitcase. Her eyes were swollen and sore. Inside her mind, the echoes of cruel laughter from the hotel ballroom still played mercilessly, accompanied by strangers' whi

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   Chapter 1 — The Ruined Engagement Night

    "Damn... your bodies are far warmer than that curvy woman."Gavin's deep voice came from behind the suite room door. Isolde Ravelyn froze in place. The velvet box in her hand trembled slightly while her chest suddenly tightened."Your fiancée is already waiting downstairs, isn't she?" a woman's pla

  • Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs   Chapter 5 — The Golden Cage and the Predator’s Temptation

    Evander leaned casually against the treadmill's handrail, steadily closing the distance between them until Isolde could catch the strong scent of his masculine cologne."I'm getting more curious," Evander murmured, his gaze blatantly dropping to Isolde's chest as it rose and fell rapidly from exhau

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