All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t obey me. No strength. No air. My lungs felt clogged, as if someone had stuffed them with cotton. It was like I’d been dropped back to factory reset—every small piece of confidence I’d rebuilt over the months wiped clean. Leo had been the anchor holding me together, and I hadn’t even realized it until he walked away. Pathetic. My knees buckled. I collapsed onto the floor, my palms hitting the cold tiles before I curled into myself, hands covering my face as a broken sob tore out of me. My chest tightened instantly—sharp, crushing pain blooming beneath my ribs. Instinctively, I clutched at my chest, gasping, unable to stop the panic flooding me. It felt exactly like the night I discovered Jun had been cheating on me with Chloe. A nightmarish moment I prayed I’d never relive… yet here it was again. Chloe scoffed loudly. “Doing what she does best—acting like the victim. Well, I’m out of here. Mom, I told you it was never a good idea to in

DavidVat: Guys, let’s stop bullying her. She already has a lot on her plate. Yoursmoonlight: Worst nightmare of a treadmill. I bet when she steps on a scale, the scale says “to be continued.” Haha. Seems like Mystic Voice has a fetish shit. Esther: Weight a minute. Please don’t eat my family. I’m begging you, lady. Sigmaking41: Black and fat. Bro is cooked. Franklinjones: She ate the fucking fridge. Kate: Guys, stop being rude. She’s beautiful and he chose her. Your comments won’t change anything. And for the ladies crying under my comment—he loves his woman chubby. Y’all mad he ain’t your man. Edited. DirtyDiana: So his song “Charlotte” was about an ugly fat bitch? To think I was his fan. Suddenly my phone rang,startling me. I ignored it. Whatever she was calling for would be about the party mess. She kept calling. And calling. Eventually, I picked up. I couldn’t bear the regret if it turned out to be something important. She was my best friend. I answered,

I must have cried myself to sleep, because when I opened my eyes, the room was dark except for the faint glow of the hallway light from under the door. My lashes felt stiff with dried tears, and my throat burned.Not only that,my entire body felt heavy, as if grief itself had turned into something physical and settled on top of me. I blinked my blurry heavy lids and checked my phone. The cracked side of the screen was completely black, but I managed to see the time. 11:07 p.m. I wondered how ot was 11pm when they gave me until 10pm. Well… let’s just say they took pity on me and allowed me to stay past 10 p.m. I pushed myself up slowly. My joints twisted painfully, and my body ached everywhere. I pulled off the purple gown I wore to the party. I had thought it would be a good night. I thought I’d be confident, dazzling—maybe even make a memory worth holding on to. But clearly, I expected too much. I removed my jewelry, walked into the bathroom, and took a long s

My eyes clouded at that reply of his. Taking all the blame… was just too much. Unable to hold back anymore, I hugged him tightly, pressing myself into the warm solidness of his body. My cheek rested against his chest. His heart was beating very fast. I shut my eyes and breathed him in. That sweet scent of him. “I missed you so much. Crazy, it’s been only a few hours,” I whispered into his chest. His arm wrapped firmly around my waist, the other hand sliding up to stroke through my curls in slow, calming sweeps. “I feel you… because I missed you more,” he murmured softly and kissed the top of my head. A smile tugged at my lips as I fought the burn in my eyes. Joyful tears—finally, for once, not painful ones. “How long have you been here?” I asked, pulling back a little, making a sad face. “Did I make you wait long?” He shrugged casually, though I noticed the faint pink rising on his ears. He was reacting to the face I made. “Emm… four hours ago or so. I guess you mu

His gaze softened, darkening with an emotion so deep it made my chest ache. I closed my eyes and slowly parted my lips,waiting impatiently for his. Then I felt him move and lean in slowly. The first brush of his lips, achingly soft aganist mine sent a chill down my spine. I sighed into him, my hands lifting to rest against his chest, feeling that steady, strong beat of his heart beneath my palms. He deepened the kiss gradually, and a soft sound escaped me, half-whimper, half-surrender. He swallowed it, his breath mingling with mine as he tilted my head, kissing me deeper, sweeter. And God help me I wanted more. I didn't want just his kiss...I wanted him. Every bit of him. I could feel my body heating up with desire. I am a virgin at twenty-nine. Self-control isn't impossible to me but at this point I think I can't keep up. I pulled away suddenly, breathing heavily. The air between us felt charged and dangerous. He was staring at me, eyes wide and innocent, c