CEO PLUS SIZE CRUSH のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Location: F&F Photography DepartmentJessie sat on the chair, wearing a silk robe, her legs crossed, in the studio as makeup brushes swept over her cheekbones.A stylist fluffed her hair, another dabbed highlighter on her collarbone.The director stepped into the room with a clipboard in hand, his eyes scanned the room."She's not here yet," he muttered."Hello director, what's up?" Jessie said teasing."We'll be needing a couple photoshoot setup today. One of the models will be paired with you and she's not here yet. Please be patient."Jessie nodded without glancing up."No problem."She wanted to ask who the model would be but she waved it off as not necessary.Suddenly, the glass door swung open with a soft whoosh."Sorry I'm late, everyone."Heads turned.It was Kathy. They all looked shocked.What caught everyone off guard wasn't just her entrance-it was the apology. Kathy never apologized.The stylists and makeup artists exchanged glances, quietly communicating.She walked in w

Shelley sat down dramatically into the nearest velvet chair, one hand flung over her forehead in frustration."I am so tired of these introductions," she groaned. "I swear, if one more relative pinches my cheek and says, 'You look just like your mother!' I'm going to scream."Beauty turned to her twin with an amused expression, arms folded across her sequined dress."But you do look like Mum.""So do you! Yet I am the one who gets the annoying attention."Beauty shook her head."Because this party was organized by Grandma and Grandpa, Shelley. To welcome you home and introduce you to the family. You could try smiling for at least five minutes.""I have been smiling!" Shelley snapped, leaning forward with exaggerated indignation."I've smiled so much my jaw is about to lock. And for what? I dress up like a porcelain doll just to parade around shaking hands with uncles and aunties whose names I can't remember. This isn't a party, Beauty! It's... it's a networking event with snacks!"Bea

At a round table near the marble fountain, Mrs. Hills sat among the other wives of the family, each one adorned in glittering fabrics and layered jewelry. A competitive circle of women. There were three of them in total, Mrs Hills being the fourth. Mrs. Florence, Lisa’s mother, known for being the best dressed and the most popular among the others. That happens when your husband owns a billionaire-dollar tech company. Next was Mrs. Violet, the youngest wife of the family. Beside her, Mrs. Grace, the one whose children are all successful. She is also the quietest of the group, whose smiles rarely reached her eyes. Then finally, Mrs. Gina Hills, the most beautiful, who gave birth to Beauty. She had named her Beauty even though she was indirectly trolled for having a baby that wasn't what they all expected. “Oh, my goodness, Gina. Your daughter Shelley is so pretty. That figure! That body!” Florence said with a flair, gesturing the curves the air."Just gorgeous! So t

Shelley folded her arms and her face didn't hide her irritation as she watched Lisa sit down dramatically on the closed toilet lid after Beauty finally convinced her to talk it out.Her face was a mess—mascara running down her cheeks in chaotic streaks, lipstick smeared like she’d kissed a raccoon, and her hair in a tangled frenzy that screamed “emotionally unstable.”Beauty knelt in front of her, patting her knee gently with genuine concern for her cousin.“So Lisa,please take a deep breath”.Lisa took in a loud wheezing breath in.“Good, you are doing great. Now out”.Beauty said softly as if she's talking to a hatching egg.Shelley rolled her eyes aggressively.“Oh please,spit it out already, what happened?!”Shelley snapped, impatiently.“He canceled the wedding!” Lisa wailed, her voice echoed in the bathroom.Beauty winced. “What happened? Did he give a reason?”Lisa shook her head furiously, then paused, sniffling. “Who does that? How could he cancel the wedding just like that

Bruno didn’t realize how sweaty his palms were until Beauty gently squeezed his hand as they approached a large mahogany door with gold handles. "This is it," she whispered. "The lions' den?" he asked with a nervous grin. “You were not this nervous when you met my parents,” she teased him. “Well, we are talking about the whole relatives,” Bruno replied. “No, this is just my grandparents. We will meet the relatives later. Trust me, they will love you,” she replied, pushing the door open. Inside, the lounge was as regal as a mini palace: Velvet armchairs, golden-framed family portraits, and an antique chandelier that looked like it once belonged to a royal family. Beauty didn't expect to see her parents with her grandparents in the same place, away from the rest of the family. What are those four planning together? she thought. Beauty's parents' faces lit up immediately when they saw Bruno. “Oh, our amazing son-in-law is here!” Mrs. Hills announced. “Mom!” “Come over her