All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The bartender set a drink in front of me.“Thanks,” I murmured, though my voice trembled more than I wanted it to.“Wow, look at these two. Are they a couple?”I heard a girl say to her friend from the table behind us.“They are so beautiful and hot. Imagine what their children will look like,” her friend replied.“Some are so lucky. It's unfair to averages like us,” the girl added.“Well, I love when two hot people date each other. It's so beautiful to see. They are meant to be,” her friend replied again.My eyes slowly went back to Emma and Leo.Emma was smiling and all over him, while his hand wrapped around her small waist.Seeing that, my chest grew tight all of a sudden.Does it mean he has decided to…For no reason, his handwritten Valentine’s card came back into my head, this time with his voice, not as a written text.“I love you, Charlotte. There’s so much to love about you. I love you— all of you. When the world tries to convince you you’re less than, I’ll be the arms that

After walking what felt like forever—barely a mile from the party—I was out of breath, and my legs burned as if I’d crossed the whole city. I finally stopped by the roadside. The late evening air clung to my damp skin, my chest heaving, my throat raw from swallowing back sobs. Tears kept spilling, hot and unrelenting, no matter how hard I tried to choke them down. I didn’t care that strangers passed, staring with half-curious, half-judging eyes because of my swimsuit. Thankfully, it came with a wrap, which I had around my waist. At least it gave me a little coverage, better than having my bare cheeks out. Anyway, I was too broken, too humiliated, to care about what strangers thought of me at that point. I was angry—at myself, and at the whole drama that had just unfolded. All of this could have been avoided if I had simply sat back and never bothered to go to that pool party. But no, I went. Because I thought a good outfit and a little makeover would make me less miserable.

I was pinned, completely overpowered."You like that, don't you?" he breathed against my neck, his lips and teeth scraping my skin. "You like fighting. Makes it better when I make you surrender. Slut. I have always wanted my dick in a black bitch.""Stop please... you don't have to do this... I...." (sobs loudly) "I'm a virgin... you have to believe me! This outfit... it doesn't mean anything! I came from a pool party. Please, don't do this! I beg you.""A virgin?" he sneered, his breath hot on my face.He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his hand slid down from my chin, over my throat, and cupped my breast roughly through the flimsy swimsuit top.I gasped, a sob catching in my throat."You don't dress like a virgin. You don't walk into a bar alone looking like this if you're a virgin. That's a good line, baby. But I'm not buying it."His fingers pinched my nipple, sending a shockwave of pain and violation through me. I cried out, and he swallowed the sound with a brutal, invadi

Leo?My eyes widened in disbelief, but my heart felt lighter knowing it didn’t turn out to be a stranger.How on earth did he find me?He got down from his motorcycle and hurriedly walked up to me while pulling his jacket off.As he got closer, my breath hitched.His face was battered—lip split, cheekbone swelling, faint smudges of dried blood marking his temple.But even broken, even bruised, he was… breathtaking.The kind of sight that hurt to look at, not because of the injuries, but because of the way his eyes—stormy, burning, vulnerable—were locked on me.Before I could say anything, his jacket was over me, its warmth came with memories of him covering me with the jacket, the embarrassment in the plane, and the Valentine’s night.Tears summoned afresh in my eyes.Suddenly, his voice interrupted my thoughts.“What happened in there? Are you hurt? You look like you are in fear.”I didn’t say a word.He knelt down and inspected my knee.“What happened? You were running.”I still sai

He gazed down at me, then sighed. "After you left, some guys separated the fight. I couldn't find you, so I went back to the lodge to get dressed and go look for you. Musa and six of his friends came to my lodge to beat me up, saying they ain't done. I didn't fight back. I just wanted it to be over so I could go after you. So when they were tired, they left." "No one called security?" I asked in surprise. "His best friend is the party host, so it's useless," he said. I stared at him, weak. Seven men beat him up—how terrible. He has the money to intimidate them, yet he allowed them to beat him like a nobody. Why? I sighed. "Just—wait here. Please." "You need something? I can get them for you," he offered. "No, you don't have to. I will get it," I insisted. He stared down at the wrap around my waist. I knew he was worried about me going in dressed like that, but I really needed to do this by myself as a sign of appreciation. For a heartbeat, his eyes search