All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

Then the big man turned to me. “You will sit in the front with me.” I blinked, but before I could protest, he picked me up, placed me in the front passenger seat, pulled the belt across me, and clicked it shut. He rushed around to the driver’s side and jumped in. The car dipped under his weight. He started the engine. “Where are we going?” I asked, my tears drying on my cheeks from all the rushing. He didn’t answer. He just put the car in gear, glanced over his shoulder at Mommy in the back, and pulled away from the sidewalk into traffic. “Where are we going?” I asked again. “Can you call the security man instead?” I pleaded, crying. “Mommy said I should call the security man.” I was starting to get scared. Mommy had read me stories about kidnappers, and now I thought maybe I was being kidnapped. Finally, he hit the brakes and turned to me. “Trust me, I am not going to hurt you or your mother, okay? I am taking you to the hospital.” I nodded. “Good,” he said, and put the car b

She told the big Mr what to do when Mommy woke up—what to feed her, how to make sure she rested. Then she pointed a finger at him. “And you make sure this doesn’t get you into trouble. I don’t have the money to get you out of it, and you still owe me a lot, which I will be needing by the end of the month. Always carrying problems every damn time.” “My mommy is not a problem,” I said quietly. “The little girl is even mannerless.” Ms. Lina said, and the door shut. Big Mr sighed and wiped his face with his palms. “I don’t like her.” I pouted. “You have to be thankful she made sure your mother will be fine soon, and she did all that without asking for money,” he said softly. “I am thankful. I thanked her, she didn’t reply. You heard it, right, Big Mr?” “Big Mr?” He repeated in surprise. "I don't know your name,that's why I call you in my head". For the first time, the big Mr smiled at me. It was a small, quick smile, but when he smiled, I saw two little dents in his cheek

Mr Uncle left last night after Mommy’s IV drip finished. He pulled it out and pressed a plaster on it, then he said I should keep an eye on my mother. He didn’t come back again. It was hard to fall asleep last night. I dozed off eventually. “Angel? Angel?” I heard someone whisper, but I was too tired and wanted to sleep. “Angel?” Then a gentle hand shook me. I opened my eyes and found my Mommy. My eyes widened and I burst into tears. “Mommy!” She hugged me tightly and planted kisses on my face. “Oh my baby, I am so, so sorry! How could I have… I am sorry, forgive Mommy…” She cried and hugged me more tightly. “It’s okay, Mommy.” She pulled back a bit and stared around the room. “This doesn’t look like a hospital but a single-room apartment. What are we doing here, Angel?” She asked, looking scared. “A big uncle Mr helped me. I told him to call the police and take us to hospital but he brought us to his place". “What?” She asked. “He said I should call him Uncle. He

I have a huge phobia for those creatures. For a dizzying second, we froze and I was surrounded by the scent of cheap detergent, cigar, and alcohol. The thromb of his heart and the heat of his body warm against my cheek. Then I realized. I am in the arms of a stranger! A man?! My face flushed and I quickly jumped out of his hand. Without looking up, I scrambled back, my face burning. “I’m sorry, I saw a rat..” “It’s a building. They live here too,” he said, his voice flat. His hands dropped back to his sides. "I ...mean I am just scared of rats". I said. "Really, do you think rats are creepy too?" "Okay I deserved that". He looked away and said nothing. “As I was saying I overreacted back then. I was frightened waking up in a stranger's bed. The world ain't nice...my daughter is a girl you understand how dangerous that can be...do you have a daughter or a sister..?" "No.." He replied dryly. Okay this is getting more awkward than I thought. "Even w

However, beneath my ear and against my cheek, his heart was hammering—a wild, frantic rhythm that felt anything but normal. “Your heart,” I mumbled, lifting my head just slightly. “It’s beating crazy. Are you okay? It's not normal? It sounds really fast.” I mentioned it again, concern cutting through my embarrassment. He was silent. “Seriously, are you okay? it’s like a drum. This is really concerning". He continued walking up the staircase, not missing a step. “It’s normal,” he said, his tone deliberately casual. “Happens each time I carry a beautiful woman.” My head snapped up fully at that. “What? How many women have you carried, exactly?” Wait what did I ask? What was that question?! Am I stupid? “Don’t you think that’s a bit personal?” he countered, a smirk playing on his lips as he took the another step up. I flushed, looking away. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked. Nevermind it was a silly question,I didn't even know why I asked". “You and my f