Librairie
Rechercher
Accueil / Romance / The plus size girl: The mafia secret / Chapter 23 — Morning Laps

Partager

Chapter 23 — Morning Laps

Auteur: Sapphire
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-18 00:40:36

My eyes flickered open, blinking against the soft, cool light filtering through the sheer curtains of my east wing bedroom.

I sat up abruptly, pressing a hand against my forehead as a wave of utter confusion washed over me. The last thing I remembered was sitting in the corner of the plush sofa during the late-night gaming session, watching Julian and Damien argue over a match while the heavy exhaustion of the past few days wrapped around me like a warm blanket. After that, my memory was an abs
Continuez à lire ce livre gratuitement
Scanner le code pour télécharger l'application
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Chapitre verrouillé

Dernier chapitre

  • The plus size girl: The mafia secret    Chapter 36 — A Full House and New Beginnings

    The massive double doors of Damien’s estate swung open as we walked up the stone pathway hand in hand, with Julian and Zara trailing closely behind us. The moment we stepped into the grand, sunlit foyer, Marcus, the impeccably tailored head butler, materialized with his usual serene grace, pausing instantly when he caught sight of our intertwined fingers and the radiant, unrestrained smiles on our faces.Zara didn't waste a single heartbeat before letting out a gasp of pure astonishment, her jaw practically dropping as her eyes swept across the soaring vaulted ceilings, the sweeping double staircase, and the glittering crystal chandelier overhead."Holy mother of luxury," Zara breathed out, spinning in a slow circle as she took in the palatial expanse. "Sheba, are you sure we didn't just accidentally walk onto the set of a royal movie? This place isn't a house, it's a whole zip code!"Julian chuckled richly from beside her, crossing his arms with an amused grin. "Wait until you see th

  • The plus size girl: The mafia secret    Chapter 36 — The Ride to the Estate

    The chaotic energy of Zara’s apartment gave way to a brisk, cool night breeze as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. The digital war zone of the previous night felt like a lifetime ago, replaced by the reality of a new dawn. Damien had made his executive decision with zero room for debate. He wasn't leaving anyone behind in a downtown apartment while shadows still circled. "We are all heading back to the estate," Damien had declared with absolute finality, his dark eyes sweeping over both of us as he unlocked his matte-black performance sedan. He turned to one of his security operatives standing nearby, tossing a set of keys with casual precision. "And you—take Sheba's armored coupe and drive it back to the main garage. Make sure it's secure." Zara grinned, nudging my arm as we walked toward Damien's car. "Well, look at us. Being chauffeured by billionaire royalty and getting our own personal valet service. I could get used to this level of VIP treatment." "Get in the car, you mena

  • The plus size girl: The mafia secret    Chapter 37 — Breaking and Entering into Her World

    The heavy steel doors of the subterranean command center hissed shut behind him as Damien stormed out into the private garage, the raw, echoing silence of the bunker still ringing in his ears.For the past hour, he had been standing at the absolute edge of the abyss. He had watched millions bleed out of his corporate accounts, listened to the core security architecture collapse layer by layer, and felt the sickening, suffocating grip of helplessness close around his throat. Not because he feared financial ruin money was merely a tool, a weapon to be wielded or discarded. No, the terror that had threatened to tear him apart was the realization that the enemies hunting his company might somehow use the chaos to reach past his defenses and touch Sheba.He had spent weeks wrapping her in steel, insulating her within the high walls of his estate, giving her an armored vehicle and a secure digital sanctuary, all under the arrogant assumption that she was the delicate bird needing his protec

  • The plus size girl: The mafia secret    Chapter 33 — Code Red at Zara’s Place

    The cozy, sunlit sanctuary of Zara’s apartment was filled with the soft, vibrant hum of an R&B playlist and the relaxed, easy warmth of friendship.I had been sitting cross legged on the plush rug next to the sofa, using Zara’s laptop to check a few personal files, when my phone's secure alert system suddenly and violently chimed. A secondary high-priority notification flashed across the screen from Damien's perimeter network, signaling an immediate, catastrophic emergency. I pulled up the live analytics feed, and the breath completely evacuated my lungs.An invisible, massive cyber onslaught was slamming into Sterling Vance Enterprise."Zara," I gasped out, my voice trembling as panic spiked through my veins. "Zara, I need your laptop. Complete emergency, give it to me right now!"Without a second of hesitation, Zara shoved her device across the coffee table straight into my hands, her playful expression vanishing into fierce alertness. "Take it! What's happening?""Someone is trying

  • The plus size girl: The mafia secret    Chapter 33 — Safe Harbors and Secret Crushes

    Skipping the bustling crowds of the luxury plaza entirely, we slid back into the armored coupe and bypassed the boutiques altogether, heading straight for the vibrant, chaotic sanctuary of Zara’s apartment instead. The heavy, gilded tension of the estate and the lingering heat of morning embarrassment evaporated the moment we walked through her door.Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, jackets tossed onto the couch, and within minutes, we had migrated straight to the kitchen."Okay, I am still processing the fact that you witnessed a total wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions and accidentally narrated a man's entire physical profile," Zara laughed, tying an oversized apron around her waist as she pulled a tray of ingredients out of the refrigerator. "Hand me those tomatoes, chef. We need comfort food, and we need it now."I tossed her the tomatoes, a bright, genuine laugh bubbling up my throat as I leaned against the counter. "I am never living that down. The worst part is he knows

  • The plus size girl: The mafia secret    Chapter 32 — Morning Coffee, Loaded Words, and the Ultimate Spill

    The pale light of morning finally sliced through the curtains, but the heavy, charged air from the night before lingered in every corner of the estate.I woke up feeling completely exhausted, my mind replaying every second of the midnight disaster across the hallway. There was no avoiding it. Sooner or later, I had to face him. Taking a deep, trembling breath, I forced myself out of bed, dressed in a sharp, defensive outfit, and made my way down the grand staircase toward the kitchen.When I stepped into the dining lounge, Damien was already there. He was seated at the long table, dressed in a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, quietly sipping a cup of black coffee.The moment I walked in, his dark eyes snapped upward, locking onto me with an intense, burning heat that made my breath catch in my throat. Every single detail from last night rushed back into my mind with blinding clarity. My cheeks flared a brilliant, undeniable crimson.I swallowed hard,

Plus de chapitres

Vous vous intéresseriez aussi à

Découvrez et lisez de bons romans gratuitement
Accédez gratuitement à un grand nombre de bons romans sur GoodNovel. Téléchargez les livres que vous aimez et lisez où et quand vous voulez.
Lisez des livres gratuitement sur l'APP
Scanner le code pour lire sur l'application
DMCA.com Protection Status