All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

I clenched my fists tightly. "I don't want to eat," I insisted, the words tight in my throat. "When I'm this down, I just... eat more. And then I get bigger. And if he ever sees me again, he’ll just be thankful he got out when he did." A hot wave of tears blurred my vision. "He said it didn’t matter. He said he loved me this way. So why, Angela? Why go for someone who’s everything I’m not? It makes me feel like the biggest fool on earth for ever believing him when he said he loved my body. I was just a convenient experiment." Angela set the cake box down on the glass table and her voice softened, wrapping around me like a blanket. "Honey, Leo is a chapter you need to burn, not reread. Who cares if he runs off with a yoga instructor or an alien from Mars? His choices are a reflection of him, not you. I know it hurts knowing you were played, but hey—you dated a man most of us couldn’t even dream of. Not because I wouldn’t jump at the chance, but because I’m not that girl. You are

So I asked Angela to take me to the club again. Shamelessly. Not because I wanted to party—God,no—but because my mind wouldn’t stop spiraling. The more I sat alone in that house alone, the louder the whispers in my head became. That woman from the livestream… the way people were speculating, analyzing bodies, faces, voices. Somewhere between logic and fear, a ridiculous, invasive thought took root and refused to let go. What if she was one of my twin sisters? What if it happened again just like Jun ? I can't seem to point out any suspicious moves from Leo towards them at the family reunion yet my brain and my heart were no longer on speaking terms, and the club’s pulsating noise felt like the only thing loud enough to drown out the chaos inside. Angela, to her credit, didn’t ask questions. She just nodded, swapped her sweatpants for a killer black jumpsuit, and drove us to the club with my car. Once inside, however, she fully stepped into mother-and-protector mode. She slap

For some reason, I found myself standing in Leo’s house.I let the door close behind me and didn’t move for a long moment. Even though my new place was filled with the most expensive furniture I could buy—imported couches, marble counters, things people only admired from a distance—it didn’t compare to this.This house felt like home.Maybe because of the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to the air. The memories we shared in here.It wrapped around my chest before I could stop it.“Stupid,” I whispered to myself.My eyes blurred anyway.When I’d told Angela I wanted to come back here, I’d lied—said I forgot something important. She’d known. Of course she had. Angela always knew when I was pretending.“It’s okay if you’re still hurting,” she’d said gently.“It’s okay if you haven’t unloved him yet.”“Charlotte, it’s only been three days. Nobody heals that fast.”Now, standing in the middle of the living room, I understood exactly what she meant.I sank onto the couch and pres

I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Leo!! Zoey!!!” I yelled out in a deep voice I didn’t know I had. They turned and separated instantly. “Charlotte, you’re here,” he said. His voice was flat, and when he said my name, it felt devoid of the warmth that used to curl around it. It was just a word now. “You,” I whispered, the sound scraping my raw throat. My eyes darted from his stoic face to Zoey’s unrepentant one. “With… her?” Zoey rolled her eyes. Leo looked at her, and she gave him a smile. They kissed, and he pulled her closer, his large hand wrapping around her waist. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out,” Leo said, running a hand through his hair. A broken, hysterical laugh bubbled from my lips. “Wanted me to find out that you’re having a lovely time betraying me with my sister?” “Charlotte, please,” Zoey groaned. “You can’t possibly think he was in love with you. How foolish are you?” “Foolish?” I repeated, my voice rising, echoing in the cavernous room. “You are the fo

We had just stepped onto the beach of the private island when the assistant, who had been about to make a call, froze.She let out a quiet sigh and tilted her head toward the water.I followed her gaze.A figure was swimming, far enough at first that I couldn’t make out much.But then she rose from the ocean like a mermaid.The water cascaded down her body in rivulets, glinting in the sunlight.Each step she took on the sand was effortless, poised,every movement measured, like a model striding down a runway.Her hair was red and wet, clung to her shoulders, dripping water in tiny streams that sparkled as she shook it back.The orange bikini was so good on her skin tone and that of her revealing long, elegant legs.Her face—perfect, symmetrical, radiant—caught the sun.High cheekbones, full lips, cat eyes that seemed so fierce and yet soft.She looked so beautiful.More than beautiful.I felt a surge of something bitter in my chest as she started walking toward us like she owned the b