Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 1 - Bab 10

CHARLOTTE'S POV You think you can hurt me? My own mother told me she regretted the day she conceived me. She wished I had died in her womb. She screamed those words at five-year-old me, pinning me to the floor with a dagger pointed at my neck. Mummy, I’m sorry, my little voice had whispered. It wasn’t something new to me. I don’t remember the first time, but I’m sure I must have cried—terrified and confused. Yet, at the end of each outburst, she never had the heart to finish me off. I guess she wasn’t a horrible mother… just a broken woman. That day, she had come home drunk from a failed date. He had rejected her for being a single mother to a Black child. That wasn't the first time. Apparently, my father's race was an issue for them. My unknown father—whom my mother loved dearly and dated against her family’s wishes—left the country when she was seven months pregnant. He never returned. He never called. So of course, I had to pay for his sins. My mother was disowned by he

I gasped loudly and opened my wet, stinky eyelids. Same dream again. Ever since I caught my ex-boyfriend in bed with my sister, I've been having recurring dreams like this that won't stop until I wake up with tears streaming down my face. Being hurt by the people you love the most-that's another level of pain. I should've known better. It's just... I thought he would be different. I thought I had found the one because he was on the bigger side, and he convinced me that he had the same insecurities about his body. He said he could relate to my emotions and struggles. I thought we were bonding through shared vulnerability. Turns out, I was just bait-always the bait-for the main prize. And he had the audacity to do on my birthday. Now, all I feel is foolish. I wiped under my eyes, got up from the bed, then walked straight to my weight scale. Seeing the numbers broke my heart. "What, I gained more?!" I snapped sadly as tears welled up in my eyes in frustration.

A WEEK LATER I made up my mind-I need a vacation. I need to get the hell out of house and forget about all of this. The heartbreak, the betrayal and continuous failed auditions. After I was dressed and ready, I looked around my room, then stared down at my passport and luggage, packed on the bed. This will be the first time I'll be leaving China. That's where my family has lived since Mom remarried and had my twin sisters. My stepfather, a Hollywood filmmaker, works in the United States. I was eighteen when Mother joined the film industry and the two relocated to the U.S. They visit occasionally, while I was left behind with the twins. I turned to my childhood sketch of me. I had glued the torn pieces together, and taped it back to the wall. "I am sorry I was mean to you, Charlotte. You are beautiful, kind, hardworking and talented. I lost it and said cruel words to you. Forgive me". I smiled sadly. "Charlotte, do you see my gold bracelet? The one my boyfriend Ton

I can't just stay in this awkwardness for sixteen hours!There's nothing wrong with saying "hello" first.I mean, it's good manners, it's polite, and it's not like I'm trying to start a conversation or anything, just a little greeting to make myself feel less awkward.That's it.So, I stole a glance at him again.He was focused on his phone.Okay, here we go."Hi!"Ignored.I tried again, louder this time."Hello?"Nothing. "Hi?"I waved with a bright smile this time. Still no response, eyes on the phone.He totally ignored me?!God. Kill me. Now.I swear, I could feel the heat traveling down my neck and up to my ears.My hand was still hanging in the air, like some sort of weird half-wave, and I couldn't bring myself to drop it.I should have kept my mouth shut and kept watching the clouds.Why did I even open my mouth?This is painful and embarrassing.I must've looked desperate and not loved at home.Well, the latter is true.At this point, I just wish the ground would swallow me

My mind was racing a thousand miles per second. Was he really trying to start a conversation with me? Or was he just trying to be polite because he noticed how much I was struggling? Maybe it was the latter. I glanced at him again. Sadly, he was back to scrolling through his phone. My eyes went to the nose mask, my curiosity eating at me. Why is he wearing a nose mask? Is he hiding something? Maybe something about his teeth he's insecure of? Before I could stop myself, my inner thought came out. “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking... Why are you wearing the mask?” The moment the question left my lips,I regretted it. Oh my god! Why did I say that! That must be offensive to him! What's my business with his nose mask? I cursed inwardly, my heart raced. I truly wished I could crawl under the seat and disappear. Who asks something like that? “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. That was so offensive. I apologize”. But surprisingly, he d