Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Kabanata 381 - Kabanata 390

Getting to the kitchen. Leo was at the stove, with his sleeves rolled up, focused on what he was doing. He looked… all dressed up for work but decided to make a quick breakfast. “You’re up,” he said when he saw me. He smiled, just a little. “Good morning,” he said. I wanted to respond to that greeting but I couldn’t. He still smiled anyway. I watched him turn off the stove, plate the food, and set it on the table in the living room. Eggs, toast, fruit already cut. Tea instead of coffee. “I know you must be hungry, you should eat,” he said softly, cleaning the kitchen. “I’m not hungry. I am not a glutton. Maybe that's what you are trying to say.” “I never said you are a…” He paused and sighed. Then he continued. “Sorry, I didn't eat your food last night… and…I am sorry I...” I cut him off, didn't want to hear his apology. Not when he is deliberating hurting my feelings. “Apology accepted, I am not hungry,” I said dryly. He didn’t argue or insist. He just watched me

“How do you think she knows the address? I sent it to her!” Emma replied. “Wait what? I was curious how she found out we are in MIAMI. You promised not to speak to her after I told you not to,” Olive cut in. Emma cleared her throat. "Well..." “Guys, guys—please, enough,” Angela said. “Charlotte is on the phone. She said she’s sick. Maybe we should visit her before you travel back to Washington, DC.” My heart started racing. “She’s sick? But she visited yesterday and was very healthy,” Olive asked. “Well, she said she is sick… here, talk to her yourself,” Angela said. The line clicked, and Olive’s voice came through, filled with concern. “Charlotte? What’s wrong? Are you pregnant?” I slapped my forehead. Really that's the first thing she can think of? “Oh my God, I didn’t even ask that,” Angela said. “How did that slip my mind? I mean if I am dating a hot man like Leo I would definitely be having sex every minute. She must be pregnant” “Oh yeah, good guess,” Em

The doorbell jolted me awake.I gasped softly, my heart jumping as I sat up too fast, the shirt still tangled in my arms. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The room was dim, evening light slipping through the curtains.The doorbell rang again.I blinked and reached for my phone, my movements slow and groggy. The screen lit up, and the time stared back at me.I frowned.I slept for four hours?No wonder my body felt heavy. I hardly slept last night at all. Between overthinking, crying, and pretending I was fine, sleep had barely touched me. I rubbed my eyes and exhaled shakily.Then I noticed the notifications.Missed calls.My stomach dropped.My thumb hovered before tapping the screen.Leo — 45 missed callsOlive — 4 missed callsI froze.Forty-five?I stared at the number like it might change if I looked long enough. Forty-five calls didn’t even feel real. My chest tightened as realization hit me all at once.My ringer.It was on silent.Of course it was.My heart began to po

“Have you seen him in person?” Olive asked. “Well, I haven’t, but even though I’ve seen him on screen, I know he’s hot—but that doesn’t mean he won't faithful.” Angela replied with a shrug. Emma rolled her eyes. “Angela, you’re stupid sometimes. You trust people too easily—just like Charlotte. That’s exactly why you got hurt and almost killed yourself last time when your boyfriend broke up with you. Men are deceitful.” Angela turned sharply. “Excuse you?” Olive sighed. “She’s not wrong, though. To think you were bragging about him just yesterday, Charlotte.” My chest tightened at that. I dropped my gaze to my hands, shame creeping up my neck. Just yesterday, I had spoken about him like he was solid, dependable, real. Like nothing could touch us. Angela noticed and immediately softened. “Okay, everyone stop talking,” she said, holding up a hand. “Let’s actually hear from Charlotte.” All eyes turned to me. I took a breath. Then another. “Actually,” I began

“Not too fast. She needs to be sure,” Angela said.“Sure, it’s obvious! Why aren’t you two just telling her the truth?” Olive snapped angrily.“Well, because she herself isn’t sure, so she needs to be sure,” Emma replied.“The text message was obviously from a lover. What other evidence is there?” Olive countered.“That still doesn’t mean he cheated. Besides, he’s a billionaire—you don’t just walk away from money,” Angela said, and Emma laughed as the two seemed to agree.“Money is more important than Charlotte’s emotional trauma?” Olive asked, incredulous.“No… Angela’s point is, he didn’t break up with her, and she has no evidence he cheated, so waiting isn’t a bad idea. In fact, since he left his black card, I’d say you clear everything in that account before he decides to break up with you—if that’s even on his mind,” Angela added with a smirk.I blinked.“I… I don’t think that’s… right,” I murmured.“Who cares! He is messing with your heart! So we will mess with his black card. A