BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 491 - チャプター 500

“My first love didn't happen until I was an adult,” he said softly. I looked up at him. "Really?" He nodded. "Wow, how is that possible?" He shrugged. "I can't explain, let's say the other girls,while growing up didn't really you know attract my attention". "What about as a teen?" "I don't get around that much, I was a nerd so you know also shy and laid back. However, the first time I met her, I was so nervous I thought I would peel my pants. I might look all cool and tough to her but inside my heart was fluttering". "Like a bird in a cage?" "Yes". He replied. We both laughed. "I wanted her to look at me so much, but I was also shy I didn't look at her. I couldn't...I was able to steal one or two glances but each time she was in her own world...I was completely invisible to her". "That's so sad...You must feel bad about it". I said. "Yeah...I felt bad...But I was desperate...I believe if I couldn't have a chance then...I don't think it will ever come aga

His expression didn't change.“I know what you are.”"Then you know why I can't. It's not about...your appearance.""Choose one."He said, his eyes getting darker.I was confused."Choose what?""You gave me two reasons: widowed and divorced. Two of them are the reason you won't be with me. I can get rid of that bridge between us, so choose one."Okay, that was scary. Not sure if he meant it as I heard it in my head."Please, I don't understand, John.""Do you want him dead, or do you want to divorce him? Choose one, Charlotte. I am losing my patience."I blinked with my mouth open, completely speechless.I scoffed, then stopped, then scoffed again.My brain was trying to put everything together, yet it kept giving me no result.He said that with a straight face, which made it more uncomfortable."He has been nothing but an asshole to you. Why is it taking you so long to decide?"Did he just say "kill" randomly?No, I have to get Angel away. We have to get away from this man!Suddenly

I choked the thought back. “Especially because I’m a mother. I need to be careful with strangers around my daughter. Extraordinarily careful. I will repay you…surely but for now I want to this myself,if you are really a good man, I believe you will understand my fear.” He nodded slowly. “I understand.” “Thank you. Also since you paid for this suite,” I added, gesturing to the room, “you should stay here. Live a little luxury. Don’t go back to that… rat-infested area. It’s unhealthy.” He nodded again with an argument. I sighed. “Alright, I guess we are done here.” I walked into the living room, only to see Angel sprawled on the floor, blissfully asleep. An empty plate sat nearby, and her little tummy was swollen with food. She had a slice of pizza in her tiny hand. “Baby?” I whispered, kneeling beside her. I brushed her hair back and gently pecked her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. “Mommy?” “Hey, honey. Come on, let’s go.” “Where?”

After a long, terrifying drive, the driver turned onto an unmarked gravel track that led to a solitary, weathered house perched on the cliff’s edge.The engine died.I looked out of the window nervously, my heart racing.I couldn’t find the other car anywhere around.“Where… where is my daughter? Please… please. I want my daughter,”I sobbed, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.They ignored me.The man on my right opened his door.“Out.”I didn’t move.A paralyzing fear had locked my joints. If I got out of this car, into that dark house—who knows what would come next?“I said, out!”He snapped at me, then reached in and closed his hand like a cuff around my upper arm before hauling me out of the car.I stumbled, my knees buckling on the gravel.“Shit… she’s bleeding,”the other muttered.“We gotta be more careful,”the second replied.I didn’t understand why it was an issue—for me to bleed—when they had every intention of hurting me.Soon they flanked me, each taking an arm, and ma

Saved me first? What is the essence of me being alive without Angel? I thought, as I sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, my palm supporting my jaw. We were on our way back to the hotel. John made a call and told me he had informed the police about Angel, that I shouldn’t worry myself to death. He had tried to console me with every soft word he could think of, but it was all useless. I didn’t know if I should be mad that he didn’t go after Angel, or grateful that he saved my life. I couldn’t look at him; I was facing the window side. Overflowing tears ran down my cheeks. Every second I kept seeing Angel’s face. Her chuckles. Her questions. Her kind gestures whenever I was hurt. Her first time saying “Mama.” All these moments now felt like memories of the dead. No… she’s not. Marcus wouldn’t!!! I covered my mouth and cried again. Why? Why does my life have to be this way? If only I had listened to John and stayed in the hotel until we figured out a safer way to face