Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

CHARLOTTE'S POV My eyes opened, but my eyelids felt heavy and sticky—crusted with last night's tears. A dull ache pulsed through my skull, and my limbs refused to cooperate. Even blinking required effort, as if my whole body had turned against me. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain—that cool, damp scent that seeps through open windows. The drumming against the glass told me the downpour was that heavy, its rhythm almost soothing. But my body was too weighed down to relax into it. Suddenly, I felt two fingers pressed against my wrist. "Her pulse is fast," an unfamiliar male voice said. "That means it's very bad". A second voice said with a panicking tone. The second voice unlike the first, was very familiar. "Please calm down, Mr. Leo. Let's check her BP." That must be a male nurse or doctor, I thought. A cuff was tightened around my arm, the pressure building until it released with a hiss. Then a sigh followed. "It's high. Significantly high. Wh

I sat down hard beside my phone, my knees folding in, my face pressing into my hands. The sob broke out of me before I could stop it — it turned into a sharp and ugly cry. I cried until my breath came in ragged little gasps, until my eyes burned and my skin felt too tight for my body. The room blurred around me. I could still hear my mother’s voice, my sisters’ mocking, replaying in loops even though I’d stopped the message. For the first time since I’d woken, I wished I could just slip back into that heavy, dreamless dark from earlier — I wished I could just die in peace. I lay down and closed my eyes, tears rolling down the side of my face. Then Olive and Angela came to mind. They must be very worried. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my call log, hesitating a little before pressing the call button, my heart still hurting from the WeChat message my mother sent to me. When Olive’s voice came through, it carried such relief that I almost felt guilty for making her wor

My head shot up that instant. His expression wasn’t angry, but hurt—like my words had cracked something inside him. He stepped closer, his voice gentler now. “Is this… because of what happened last night?” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I don't want to talk about last night how can I escape this?I looked up and noticed his lips twitched into a sad half-smile. "I know I failed you last night. It took you so much courage to ask me to kiss you… to be your first and… I couldn't get it up, and you got mad at me, Right? It's understandable and I am a sorry excuse for a man.” I froze. My throat closed up. I had to say something. “No—that's not true,” I replied immediately. "What's not true?"He asked. I looked down. "You are the best man I have known. A father, a brother, a friend..." "But not a lover..." he added. I stare up at him and swallowed tightly. "Do you still think I am gay?" "No… no… I don’t think you are gay. And also, I was not mad at you last night… please underst

“Charlotte, the second they hurt you, it became mine. Everything that happens to you matters to me. I won’t sit back and do nothing. I’m not the kind of man who lets the woman I care about suffer. I’ll make sure no one ever dares to hurt you again. So don’t tell me to stay out of it. This is my fight now.”Even till the next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words—or how he’d said them with so much anger and determination. The whole experience with Leo felt like one of those fever dreams you pray not to wake from because it was so perfect, like stepping into a sweet fantasy. A man romantically attracted to me, taking responsibility, fiercely protective. Someone who cared about my feelings, never mocked my looks, cooked for me, and didn’t expect me to starve for 24 hours before my next meal. How on earth did that become my reality? A stray tear slipped down my cheek as I leaned my forehead against the cool plane window, watching the clouds drift lazily. No matter how ha

“You were standing there the whole time? Do you know how long I’ve been holding this up? My hands are literally aching. And my skincare is ruined.” She snapped with a frown. “I’m… sorry,” I murmured, managing a small smile. “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes again, then turned sharply, her hair swinging as she snapped, “Come on. Follow me.” Well… I thought I had the worst sisters. I followed her meekly through the crowd, dragging my bag behind me, wondering why she had written “Big Fat” on the board. Maybe Olive had described me that way? My stomach twisted at the thought. Well, I am fat, alright. Why am I even sad if Olive described me that way? We reached the car. Emma slid into the driver’s seat, while I slipped into the passenger side, stealing cautious glances at her. She was breathtaking, for real. Beautiful—too beautiful. Even as a woman, I couldn’t deny it. Perfectly symmetrical face, thick blonde hair that fell effortlessly, skin that glowed like it had been kiss