LOGINThe massive classic-style crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the main hall of Blackthorne Mansion cast a golden glow across the room, illuminating the vast space that was nearly the size of a ballroom. A thick red carpet stretched neatly from the second-floor staircase to the long table at the end of the room. On the morning leading up to the inauguration ceremony that evening, the atmosphere inside the mansion felt far heavier than usual—not filled with romantic tension or blind jealousy anymore, but with an ominous silence wrapped in the formal suits of its occupants.Standing before the main table was Raymond, the senior attorney of the Blackthorne family who had served the family for more than four decades. The silver-haired, middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood upright beside a mahogany podium, opening a thick black leather folder containing the valuable documents left behind by the late Mrs. Berliana Blackthorne.Lucien sat in the seat of honor, his jaw
The afternoon sun had just begun to sink, casting golden rays through the gaps in the windows of the Blackthorne master bedroom. The atmosphere inside the room still retained the remnants of warmth after the storm of passion had subsided. A thick blanket covered part of Isolde’s voluptuous body as she lay there with steady breaths, while Lucien sat on the edge of the bed wearing a black satin-trimmed bathrobe.The mature man looked calm, but the sharpness in his eagle-like eyes conveyed absolute determination. With a composed movement, Lucien reached for his smartphone lying on the small bedside table, then dialed a secret number with his strong fingers.The call connected after two rings.“Hello, Mr. Lucien?” a middle-aged man’s deep voice came from the other end of the line, filled with absolute obedience.Lucien listened for a moment before speaking in his cold, flat, and deadly baritone, without the slightest hesitation. “Find out the whereabouts of a man named Gavin. Isolde’s for
The master bedroom suddenly transformed into an arena of burning emotions. Pieces of clothing were scattered across the thickly carpeted floor, leaving only the warmth of their bodies rubbing against each other without any barrier between them. Lucien held Isolde’s curvaceous body beneath him, dominating every inch of the girl’s freedom of movement with a firmness that left no room for argument.Isolde panted heavily, her ample chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. Her chubby cheeks were flushed crimson, damp with sweat and the tears left over from her earlier panic. The touch of Lucien’s large hand on her wide waist felt scorching, burning her sensitive skin and sending an electric sensation all the way to her fingertips.The mature man moved slowly, yet each movement was filled with overwhelming dominance, causing Isolde to squeeze her eyes shut and tilt her head backward.“Luci... ah...” Isolde gasped softly, her voice breaking through the stuffy air of the room.Lucien
The morning sunlight gently streamed through the gaps between the curtains in Isolde’s bedroom. The plus-size girl stood before the large gold-toned mirror, straightening the cream-colored knitted cardigan that wrapped around her curvaceous body. She had deliberately chosen something simple yet neat, preparing to leave the mansion for a while to meet Gavin at the café across from the campus park, just as she had promised him the night before. Only five minutes, she thought. That should be enough to settle everything once and for all so that her former fiancé would never dare appear before her again.Isolde slung her small bag over her shoulder before hurriedly heading toward the bedroom door. She had to leave quickly before any servant or member of the Blackthorne family saw her going outside without permission.However, just as her chubby fingers turned the doorknob and opened the door halfway, Isolde’s footsteps suddenly froze at the threshold.Thud!Standing before her was a tall,
The sound of the bedroom door slamming shut and locking from the inside echoed loudly, leaving behind a suffocating silence in the air. Azriel was already gone—the youngest man in the Blackthorne family had been forced to retreat from the room, his gaze still fixed in shock, the remnants of his astonishment not yet fully fading from his mind.Inside her spacious bedroom, Isolde slumped down onto the thickly carpeted floor. Her breathing was still ragged and uneven, while her plump hands wrapped tightly around her knees, which were trembling violently. Her chubby cheeks were damp with cold sweat, mixed with the lingering flush of her overwhelming anger.“Damn it... damn it! I’m really going to go crazy living in this place!” Isolde cursed, her voice hoarse and trembling violently.The curvy girl buried her face between the folds of her arms, releasing the frustration that had been building inside her chest. Today felt incredibly long, exhausting, and filled with psychological pressure
The vanilla-scented air inside the room suddenly felt thick and suffocating. Azriel's sharp question hung heavily in the air, demanding an answer that could save Isolde from the suspicion that was burning ever more fiercely.Isolde swallowed her dry saliva. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs, while her gray eyes stared at the young man before her with unmistakable panic. Her mind raced desperately, trying to piece together a believable lie so Azriel would never discover the truth behind her relationship with Lucien."W-what relationship, Azriel?" Isolde asked in a slightly trembling voice, trying to maintain the most innocent expression possible. She forced an awkward laugh while waving her chubby hand in the air. "What are you talking about? There is nothing going on between Lucien and me!"Azriel did not respond immediately. The youngest Blackthorne narrowed his beautiful eyes, studying every subtle change in the chubby girl's expression with the scrutinizing gaze of an artist
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
"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
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
"Then why are you wandering around at this hour of the night?" Azriel asked, his voice lowering while his fingers still held the back of Isolde's neck captive."I-I'm hungry!" Isolde squeaked in panic. Her ragged breaths felt warm against Azriel's bare chest."If you're hungry, the kitchen is down







