The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Lyra's POV“Doctor, please… you have to save my mother,” I pleaded, rushing behind him as he walked briskly down the hospital hallway. My breath came out uneven, more from anxiety than exhaustion. “I promise I’ll pay. I’ll get the money somehow, just give me a little more time.”He didn’t even stop walking. “Miss, I’m sorry,” he said without turning. “I can't begin surgery without payment. I have my license to think of. Please stop following me.”He disappeared into his office and shut the door, leaving me frozen in place, the dull ache in my chest growing heavier.I felt the stares before I saw them. People passed by, glancing my way. Not because I was particularly stunning — though some say I have a pretty face — but because of my body. I’m not slim like the women in the magazines or the ones working behind the front desks. I’m chubby. Thick. Big-boned. Call it whatever you like. But in this world, my body feels like a sin.Unlike the other girls my age, I don't have the luxury of s

Lyra’s POV“Marry me… or watch your mother die,”The words spilled from Lucian’s lips like venom, cold and lethal. Before I could respond, he tossed a bundle of hundred-dollar bills at me. The bills fluttered through the air like ash, landing at my feet.“Use that,” he added with a sneer, “to fix yourself. Especially that hair.”Shame burned my skin. My fists clenched at my sides as I turned away, swallowing the tears rising fast in my throat. I didn’t pick up the money. Not even a single bill. I left that office shattered — broken in spirit and heavy in heart.I didn’t bother hailing a taxi. My feet moved on their own, dragging me down the sidewalk. Tears streamed freely as Lucian’s voice haunted every step. Land whale. Sister or second wife. Fix yourself. His words pierced deeper than knives.That man—Lucian Kieran—wasn’t just heartless. He was monstrous.How could someone be so cruel… to a human being like that?I walked endlessly, unsure where I was going, just hoping for a sign —

“Are you my new mommy?”The little girl’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it struck me harder than anything Lucian had said. Her big, round eyes held an innocence I wasn’t prepared for. My throat tightened as I tried to find the right words.“I... yes... no... I’m not…” I stammered, completely thrown off.“Why?” she asked, tilting her head with childlike curiosity.Before I could respond, the sound of clicking heels echoed through the grand hallway. Two women approached briskly — one older with a warm smile, the other younger with a more business-like expression.“Please come with us,” the older one said gently.Still dazed from the interaction with the child, I nodded and followed them. We passed through winding corridors filled with expensive paintings, grand vases, and the faint smell of roses. Everything in the mansion screamed wealth, but it felt colder than ice.The women led me into a luxurious room. The bed was neatly made with cream-colored satin sheets. Draped across i

Lyra’s POVLillian came padding back, little feet smacking softly against the marble tiles. Her smile was wide and bright—until it wasn't.“Mommy…” she said hesitantly, glancing at the pool, then back at me. “Daddy said… I should tell you I’m not your servant. So you should go get your dress yourself.”I blinked.My heart dropped.Her words stung sharper than a slap. Not because she meant them—no, her innocent eyes looked confused—but because I knew exactly who had poisoned her lips with that line.Lucian.Of course, he was gone now. Like always, he struck hard, then vanished.Lillian tilted her head. “Did I say it wrong? Was it… an abuse?”My throat tightened. “No, baby,” I whispered, forcing a smile through the ache in my chest. “You said it perfectly.”She wrapped her arms around me. “Don’t be sad, okay? I’ll still go get something nice for you.”I shook my head gently. “It’s okay. Let’s just go inside.”As I walked behind her, water clung to my skin, the soaked white fabric outlin

Lyra’s POVIn the afternoonI was standing in the hallway thinking of how I will go see my parents. I know they must be looking for me.“Lyra!” Zane’s voice rang out. “You planning to starve to death and haunt the hallway?”I can say from the time Zane arrived, he is freindly. His words brighten my day.I forced a smile and stepped in.Lillian’s face lit up. “Mommy, sit by me!”Lucian didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge my existence beyond the tension that immediately settled over the room like a cold fog.Zane patted the chair beside him. “Right here, bride of doom.”I sat quietly, hands in my lap. The scent of roasted vegetables and buttered rice turned my empty stomach, but I couldn’t eat.“Something wrong?” Zane asked after a few minutes. He’d stopped mid-bite, his sharp eyes scanning my face.I hesitated.Lucian didn’t look up, but I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch.“I… I want to see my parents,” I said quietly. “It’s been days. I don’t know how they’re doing, and no one has g