Se connecterLucien’s luxury black sedan was parked in a dark corner of a quiet street, not far from the back gate of the Blackthorne mansion. The faint glow of the streetlights could only penetrate the dark-tinted glass of the car as dim shadows.Initially, Lucien’s intention was to take Isolde out to get some dinner. However, as the sweet scent from Isolde’s chubby body filled the cool cabin, that intention evaporated completely. The hunger for food was suddenly replaced by a far wilder thirst.Inside the car, the breathing of both individuals had already grown short and shallow. Instead of speeding down the road, the car remained motionless in its spot. Lucien locked Isolde’s plump lips once more in a kiss that was deeper, demanding, and filled with a burning sense of possessiveness."Nngh... Luci..." Isolde’s whimper was muffled between the eager strokes of their lips.Lucien’s large hands moved swiftly under the influence of the passion burning in his chest. Without removing her dress or his
Isolde quickly changed her clothes. She put on a thick cream-colored knitted cardigan that warmly wrapped around her curvy body, paired with a pair of comfortable trousers. Without wasting any time, the curvy girl quietly slipped out of her room, walked through the deserted corridor in the east wing, and made her way down the stairs toward the mansion's back door, which led directly to the inner garden.The night grew even later, and the cold breeze gently rustled the leaves. As soon as she stepped through the heavy wooden door, Isolde's gray eyes swept across the darkness of the garden, illuminated only by the faint glow of the dim garden lights.There, standing firmly beneath the shadow of a large old banyan tree, hidden from the security cameras and the passing servants, Lucien was already waiting for her. The mature man stood tall in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaning his broad back casually against the tree trunk."Luci!" Isolde whispered happily.Una
Azriel's sharp question lingered heavily in the dimly lit art studio. It pierced through Evander's defenses, leaving the disheveled-haired man frozen in place, unable to utter a single word in his own defense.Evander stared at his younger brother with his jaw clenched tightly. Without offering a single reply, he abruptly turned around. Stuffing both hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, he strode out of the art studio, his footsteps echoing through the corridor as anger churned violently inside his chest.Bang!The door to his room was shoved open roughly before being slammed shut. Evander rubbed his handsome face with both hands, then threw himself onto the leather sofa in the corner of the room. The young man let out a hoarse curse, trying to suppress the frustration that continued to consume his mind."Damn it!" Evander hissed sharply as he stared at the dim ceiling above him. "How could this happen... How could I fall in love with that chubby girl?!"His thoughts sp
The brief moment of unity between Evander and Azriel vanished as quickly as the morning dew. Before the sulky expression on Isolde's chubby face had even faded, Evander's grip on her shoulder suddenly slid down to her wrist, holding it firmly without hurting her."Come with me," Evander said shortly. His deep baritone carried a demanding tone, while his gaze reflected an overwhelming sense of urgency. "There's something important I want to talk to you about. Let's talk in my room."Evander began pulling Isolde's plump arm, intending to lead the curvy girl out of the art studio. Startled, Isolde could only stumble half a step as she followed the pull.However, before they reached the doorway, Azriel strode forward and blocked their path. His slender hand shot out swiftly, catching Isolde's other wrist and stopping her with a firm tug, bringing all three of them to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room."Hold on," Azriel said coldly, his beautiful eyes glaring openly at his older bro
The luxurious car driven by Lucien slowly came to a stop as it pulled into the main courtyard of the Blackthorne Mansion. The towering iron gates had already closed firmly behind them, leaving the vast lawn enveloped in the peaceful silence of the night.Isolde let out a long breath, stretching her plump arms after a long day filled with university classes and a dress fitting at the boutique with Lucien. Her chubby cheeks still glowed with warmth and lingering happiness."Luci, I'm going up to my room first," Isolde said softly as she turned toward the mature man, who was switching off the engine.Lucien nodded gently, patting the top of the girl's head with a tenderness he rarely showed anyone else."All right. Go get some rest. Don't stay up too late."Isolde nodded cheerfully.With her slightly hurried, heavy footsteps, the curvy girl climbed the main staircase to the second floor, walking through the spacious cream-colored corridor illuminated by warm wall sconces.However, just a
The black sedan drove calmly through the upscale shopping district in the city center before finally coming to a stop in front of a magnificent boutique designed in classic European architecture. The boutique's towering glass entrance was flanked by crystal chandeliers casting a golden glow, revealing rows of luxurious evening gowns elegantly displayed behind the showcase windows.Lucien stepped out first, fastening a button on his black suit with a graceful motion before opening the door for Isolde. The mature man extended his hand, gently taking the young woman's plump fingers and guiding her into the boutique.A stylish middle-aged woman—the boutique's owner and a renowned fashion designer—immediately welcomed them with a broad smile and a respectful bow."Good afternoon, Mr. Lucien," the fashion designer greeted warmly, her gaze shifting toward the curvy young woman standing beside him. "Is this the young lady you told me about over the phone earlier?""Yes, Clara," Lucien replied
The moment the glass door of the salon opened for the second time, the atmosphere inside instantly shifted by 180 degrees. Lucien stepped in with a hardened jaw, leading Isolde beside him, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. The heavy and decisive sound of Lucien's dress shoes echoed acr
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
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







