Todos os capítulos de BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

The Uber pulled to a halt, and I stared out the window, feeling like I’d been dropped into a movie scene I never auditioned for.There it was, looming over the palm-tree-lined street—The Grand Majestic.The name alone had suggested expense, but the reality was a different level of breathtaking.My heart hammered a frantic, panicked rhythm against my ribs as I stepped onto the curb, the humid air suddenly feeling thick and heavy.I quickly adjusted my slightly wrinkled blouse—a nervous habit—and ran my fingers through my hair, wishing I’d taken more time.A valet in immaculate white gloves gave me a professionally neutral smile as he swung open the heavy glass door. I offered a grateful nod in return and stepped through the threshold.The lobby stole the breath from my lungs. It wasn’t just beautiful; it was a symphony of curated luxury.The air was cool and carried a faint, elegant scent of jasmine and polished wood. Sunlight streamed through vaulted windows, catching on the crystals

“Me? What about Zoey?” I gestured toward her. “Oh, I’ll be the other maid of honor. She can have two, can’t she? She doesn’t want to leave anyone behind,” Zoey replied with a smile. “Is it illegal to have two maids of honor?” Chloe chuckled, her hand still circling her barely-there bump. I wondered why she kept doing that. “Chloe’s pregnant,” Mother annouced. She's pregnant? So that's why she kept circling her tummy. “So you see, having two maids of honor is a great idea. Besides, she’s kind enough to involve you. She didn’t want you to feel… discarded.” “I wouldn’t care about that, honestly,” I said flatly. Mother nodded, but her eyes gave her away—she was surprised I said that. “Anyway,” Mother continued briskly, “I’ll publicly introduce you during the party. Many of my colleagues—high-profile actors, producers, influential artists—will be there. You will not make me look bad. Everyone will be expecting a lot from us. And you better not cause another trending headline thi

I must have fallen asleep after the long call with Olive.The sound of the doorbell yanked me out of my dreams.For a second, I lay there blinking, disoriented, wrapped in the faint warmth of sleep and the cool hotel sheets.Then it rang again — sharper this time.I checked my phone.It was past 6 p.m.Gosh! I slept that long?!My eyes darted to my call log. I half-expected to see missed calls from Leo — but there were none.Was he angry with me?I sighed, dragging myself out of bed and shuffling to the door. The hotel attendant stood there, smiling politely, holding a paper bag.“Miss Charlotte? This is from your mother,” she said. “She also asked me to tell you she’d like to see you downstairs in an hour. The evening party starts in two hours.”I thanked her quietly, closed the door, and dropped the bag onto the bed.When I opened it, a strangled sound escaped my throat.The gown inside was hideous — like, impressively hideous.It was at least two sizes too big, and the fabric was p

:I laughed at the thought of that. Spolt rich bitch. Doesn't sound like me at all. Then I took the perfume. Time to smell rich too, the perfume was a brand I could only dream of. SayBosslady is a luxury perfume brand that got the female celebrities going gaga all over social media. The reviews are insane. I almost drowned myself in it. I sneezed and took a deep breath before staring at the mirror once again. The sight of me made me blush. "Damn! I am fine." I muttered, turning 360 to check myself out. Suddenly, I don't see the same me back in China. My sisters said I added weight but it looks like I looked way better. Could it be because I am happier now? I mean look at me in that mirror slaying an outfit so hard for the first time. The gown was made for chubby girls for real. God bless the designer for remembering the plus-size girls. I twirled once more in front of the mirror, the sequins caught the light, scattering it across the room like tiny stars. I couldn't co

“Unbelievable,” I muttered, ripping the dress off and tossing it onto the bed. “Now I have to get ready all over again.” This time, I decided to be fast — I didn’t want her walking back in and catching me mid–dress change, then asking questions. I wanted to surprise them with the new outfit. Minutes later, I was back in my sequin gown, slipping into my heels, grabbing a purse, and heading downstairs. “Charlotte, is that you?” the attendant from earlier gasped when she saw me. We met at the elevator — she was coming out while I was about to get in. “Yeah, it’s me.” “Oh my goodness, ma’am… you look stunning!” I blushed, touching my cheek. “Thank you. You’re so sweet.” We chatted briefly — her name was Hailey — before she pointed me toward the event hall. “Down the corridor, then take a left.” “Thanks, Hailey.” I smiled and walked away, my heart hammering with nerves. Getting to the event hall, cut-out images of Chloe flaunting her diamond ring were everywhere. Jun was hard