LOGINThe clinking of spoons and cups against the dining table finally subsided as Evander and Azriel got up to leave. Evander grabbed his leather jacket with a stiff expression without saying a single word, while Azriel merely gave Isolde a faint smile laden with meaning before walking out of the main dining room.Rather than bringing relief, the departure of the two younger Blackthorne men only left behind an atmosphere that felt even heavier and more suffocating.The magnificent dining room suddenly fell silent. Only the chime of the antique wall clock and the morning breeze drifting in through the tall windows, gently stirring the thin curtains, could be heard. Isolde remained frozen in her seat, pretending to be busy spreading the remaining jam over her slice of toast, hoping time would somehow skip ahead so she would have an excuse to escape.But that hope vanished in an instant.Lucien slowly pushed his coffee cup across the table, producing a soft scraping sound against the marble s
The morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains in Isolde's bedroom, casting a golden glow across the slightly rumpled white bedsheets. Isolde woke up with mixed emotions. Her plump head felt a little heavy, and the crazy memories from last night—from the heated struggle inside the car with Lucien to Evander's intimidating whispers in her bedroom—immediately replayed in her mind.Isolde climbed out of bed and walked over to the vanity mirror standing in the corner of her room. Her plump fingers brushed aside the strands of her loose black hair as she anxiously examined her neck. There, near the hollow of her smooth neck, the reddish mark from Lucien's kiss had become even more visible, layered with the warm hickey Evander had left behind the previous night.Isolde let out a long sigh and pouted in annoyance."Damn... what if someone sees this?"With great care, the curvy girl grabbed a container of concealer and foundation from her makeup bag. She carefully blended the thick c
Isolde coughed violently until tears nearly welled up in her eyes. Her chubby face, which had been glowing with delight while enjoying the mysterious bowl of instant noodles, had now turned as red as a ripe tomato. She wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her plump hand, trying to steady her ragged breathing.Standing before her, the tall, messy-haired man stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room.Evander.He stood with his arms folded across his broad chest, looking at Isolde with eyes filled with unmistakable amusement. There was no anger on his face, only a playful gleam that somehow made Isolde feel far more nervous than if he had been furious.Evander casually walked toward the bed. Without saying a word, he took the bowl of noodles from Isolde's still-trembling hands."You eat so eagerly that you end up choking," Evander teased in his signature husky voice.Isolde could only stare at him with her mouth slightly open, trying to catch her breath. Before she co
The heated encounter inside the dimly lit car cabin finally reached its peak. Isolde's soft, helpless moan intertwined with Lucien's deep, heavy groan, echoing gently throughout the cool, confined space. Isolde's curvy body trembled slightly before finally collapsing limply against the mature man's broad chest.Both of them panted heavily, trying to recover the last of the energy that had been completely drained. Lucien's breathing rose and fell as he gently stroked Isolde's bare back, still damp with a thin layer of sweat, while the lingering warmth between them had yet to fade completely.Isolde rested her chubby head against the curve of Lucien's neck, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. However, when her plump fingers accidentally brushed against a small package lying beside the driver's seat, her gray eyes widened in surprise."Luci..." Isolde called hoarsely, lifting her chubby face with a puzzled expression. "Do you... always carry protection in your car every day?"Lucie
Lucien’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
"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
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
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







