All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

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“You’re too young—too young for me. You’re twenty-five years old! Why am I always unlucky?” I hate where this is going. “But I don’t look like it. I look way older than my actual age. No one will know. How many billionaires are twenty-five years old?” I tried to lighten the mood, but she wasn’t listening anymore. She kept talking—about trust, about deception, about how this hurt her too. Each word felt heavier than the last, made me feel anxious. My chest tightened. My ears rang. “Charlotte, if you love me, will this really be difficult to accept? You know I can provide security, I can provide financially, I can protect you. I can do whatever older men can do. What difference does it make?” I said softly. She stared at me for a long moment. "Does this change the fact that you're younger than I am?" A sudden tightness hit my heart the moment I saw tears clouding her eyes. “How could you have lied, Leo?” The question landed heavier than a slap, and the tone she u

CALL FOR CELEBRATION?

She didn’t answer. Tears rolled down her face this time. The sight of them made me ache to wipe them off, but I guessed she wouldn’t want me near her. The silence was louder than anything she could’ve said. Then she started sobbing. “What have I done? Could it be the blow job on the plane? How could I have done that to a child under twenty-five? So I settled for a younger man because I couldn’t find a man my age who wants me? How will I move on from this?...How…” “Charlotte,for christ sake ,twenty five years old is not a child. I am not a child.” I cut in. She looked up. “Leo, let's—” I didn’t let her finish. I couldn’t—because I was terrified to hear her rejection. So I opened the door and walked out as fast as I could. I didn’t look back. I was sure that surprised her. Another reason for her to think I was childish. But I couldn’t stand there and watch it all fall apart. Women my age? I never said I only loved older women. I loved her. This wasn’t

CONVINCE HER

Silence stretched between us. “Leo?” Musa called my attention. “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked. “Let’s talk,” he replied. “Somewhere we can sit and chat, and I’ll answer your questions. Not the hallway.” I hesitated, but eventually I agreed. The hotel bar was dim and mostly empty at this hour. Soft jazz played in the background. I took a seat immediately. “Whiskey,” I told the bartender. “Neat. The strongest one you have.” The bartender raised a brow at me but said nothing. Musa sat beside me. “Same—but maybe something lighter.” The glass hit the counter. I didn’t even smell it before downing half of it. Musa winced. “Man, that was aggressive.” I didn’t say a word. I ordered another before finishing the first. Musa watched me in silence as I emptied glasses, until he finally decided to ask questions. “Umm… are you okay?” I didn’t answer. I just took another drink instead. The burn was welcome—absolutely needed at this moment. It dis

LOOK BEYOND

Musa sighed and leaned back. “That’s a three-year age difference,” he said after a moment. “To be frank… I understand Charlotte.” I nodded, the agreement tasting sour. “I expected that statement. The man is supposed to be the older one.” “But,” he continued, “you protected her back there. And before tonight, you two were together without issues. I think you should talk to her again. She might just be shocked—she doesn’t know how to deal with the information yet.” “I don’t think that’s the problem,” I said quietly. “Trust me, it is. Charlotte loves you—I can say that. Be patient with her.” He paused, then added carefully, “She might be afraid of what people will say. Of how it’ll look. You’re a public figure, which means a lot of pressure will be on her. People will bully and mock her for dating someone younger.” “I will make sure no one dares to bully or mock her.” I didn’t even realize I’d snapped until the words were out. Musa looked surprised. I lowered my voic

WHAT SHOULD I DO?

Charlotte's POV I stood there, frozen, my mouth still half-open, words trapped on my tongue with nowhere left to go. He didn’t even let me finish my sentence before dashing out of the room. For a second, I thought maybe he’d return. Maybe he’d open the door and say it was a lie—a joke, or maybe a prank. But it didn't happen. He was truly younger. Not just a little younger. Twenty-five?! My legs gave out, and I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands shaking in my lap. “What have I done…” I whispered, dragging in a shaky breath that did nothing to steady me. Everything had been fine. More than fine. It had been good. For the first time in so long, I hadn’t felt like I was trying to squeeze myself into a space that didn’t fit. Leo was so sweet to me. He never joked about me. He loved me—and protected me at every chance he got. Why? Why did he have to be younger? Why now—why after everything we’d shared? My chest tightened, my breath coming in shallow pulls

DON'T CARE

“You don’t care?” Musa cut into my thoughts. “Yes! And who are you to ask questions like that? Leave my room, and next time learn how to knock,” I snapped angrily. “You don’t care, yet you were crying?” “I’m human, it's emotion regulation. I just found out the man I’ve been dating is—” I paused. I didn’t have to tell him. “Younger than you?” he finished. My eyes widened, surprised he already knew. “I know because Leo himself told me,” Musa said. “To be sincere, you’re taking this a little too far, don’t you think? It’s just a three-year age gap.” “He lied to me!” I snapped. “So it wasn’t his age—it was the lie?” he asked. I folded my arms with a frown, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Both.” He sighed again. “Alright. If you truly don’t care about him anymore, I guess the fan is a lucky one. With him in such a vulnerable state, she has him wrapped around her finger. You don’t mind?” My heart skipped. “Why didn’t you protect him since you knew he was d

WHY ACT LIKE THAT?

I was still shaking when a shadow fell over me. “Hi,” he said, his voice calm and careful. “Sorry to bother you, but… are you okay?” I looked up—and my heart stumbled. “Leo?” I breathed. He was standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets, hair slightly messy like he had roughed him up with his own hands. His smile was crooked—gentle and awkward, like he wasn’t sure I’d smile back. I noticed he was wearing glasses too, he wasn't putting on any when he left the room. But that not the main thing. I couldn’t explain how I felt in that moment. I was lost, speechless, but also excited that he was standing right in front of me. “Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting something important,” he said. “But you look like someone who shouldn’t be crying alone.” My breath caught. What the hell is he talking about? Acting like he’s a stranger? Is this him moving on? And where was the woman who had been flirting with him? Anger rushed in, and tears clouded my eyes a

HOT STRANGER

I didn’t think. I nodded immediately—then felt embarrassed and looked away.My cheeks burning. Minutes ago, I had sworn I’d never date someone younger. And now I was saying yes without even thinking. I sighed. “If that man was you… why not?” His eyes softened, and he smiled at me—not sarcastic, not teasing. Real. I felt relieved seeing him smile like that. “May I have this dance, then?” he asked, standing and offering his hand like we were in an old movie. I blushed. I didn’t understand what he was doing, but I decided to let him lead. I nodded and let him pull me up, guiding me to the dance floor. The bar was almost empty, a few people watching us quietly. The music was slow—too slow for how fast my heart was racing. He placed one hand on my waist, hesitant at first, like he was afraid I’d disappear. The other held mine gently. I tried to stop crying. I really did. But the tears kept falling anyway. I rested my head against his chest—and that’s when I compl

I KNOW

Then my mind went back to the glasses. “Are those some kind of spy glasses?” I pointed at them. “You were able to tell my mood with them.” He laughed. “My latest invention,” he said. “Still a prototype. Only one exists in the world right now. It was delivered a few minutes ago—from my company.” I blinked. “You’re serious?” “They were originally designed for introverts like me,” he continued, “to help read emotional data without… talking too much.” His mouth tilted. “But now security organizations are requesting it.” I stared at him. “Wow. So you’re a tech genius.” His ears turned pink. “Genius is a big word,” he said modestly. “But I’ll gladly accept.” “Can I try your glasses?” I asked. He smiled. “Sure.” He slipped them off and placed them gently into my hands. When I put them on and looked at someone nearby drinking at a table, text appeared: Name: Richard Age: 38 Heart health: Normal Mood: Mischievous I chuckled. “Well… interesting.” “Look at m

NOT MARRIED

The elevator doors had barely hissed shut before I was on him again. I couldn’t get enough of him, the taste of him mixed with the wine he drank that made him a bit tipsy. My back met the cool metal wall, while his body felt like a searing line of heat against mine. The glasses, now perched on his face, gave him an even hotter look that I couldn’t resist. All that existed was his mouth, desperate and claiming, and the hard press of his hips against mine. He kissed like he was memorizing the taste of me, his tongue sweeping past my lips with a low groan that vibrated through my entire body. My hands fisted in his soft thick hair, pulling him closer, needing to erase every millimeter of space between us. His own hands were everywhere—cupping my face, sliding down my spine to grip the back of my thighs, hiking me up until I had to wrap my legs around his waist just to stay upright. Long enough, he broke from my lips to gasp against my throat, his breath scalding. "You'r

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