Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 541 - Bab 550

Unfazed by Gwen's explosion, Angel tugged gently on my sleeve.“I am hungry, please. Can you get me something to eat, Mr. Uncle?”She pleaded politely.“She is so polite with you, but disrespectful to me.”Gwen snapped, her frustration boiling over.I sighed.“Angel,” I said, crouching to her eye level. “Gwen will be in charge of you while we’re here. Can you please… try to have a good relationship with her? For me?”Angel’s bold face dropped, her lower lip trembling as her eyes started filling with tears.“Angel?”I whispered with concern.My heart raced.“I don’t like her. She said my mother doesn’t look like me. Bullies told me that in school. I don’t like that statement. They said I was adopted. They always call my mummy ugly to hurt me… so I fought them. I told Daddy. He scolded me for fighting, saying that I fight because my mom is aggressive. He blamed me always, so I stopped telling him. I let the bullies talk and never did anything.”She cried loudly.I looked up at Gwen. Al

The medical doctor sent by the Island medical team finally arrived and immediately began attending to Angel.“Peanut allergy?”“Yes… please,” Gwen replied.“It’s severe,” I added.The doctor nodded. “Please step aside,” she instructed us.Gwen and I did as she said, watching the process while praying silently. Gwen started crying again.“I feel so bad…”I understood her. I felt like shit—a guilty, useless piece of shit.The doctor turned to us and spoke softly, to encourage us. “She’s going to be fine.”I glanced at Angel. Her breathing was still uneven but no longer frantic. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, her curls damp with sweat. Red blotches still marked her neck and cheeks, but the spread had slowed.“Any other known allergies?” the doctor asked.Gwen and I exchanged glances. “Not that we know of,” I replied.“Alright,” she said, stepping closer to Angel. “I’m Doctor Celine,” she said gently, placing a stethoscope against Angel’s chest. “I’m going to listen to your

CHARLOTTE'S POV It’s been two days. I can't even say I’ve been living. My whole life feels like a dream. My baby… my sweet child… the only thing holding me together is gone, and it’s because of my own foolishness. What kind of mother am I? I’ve yelled, screamed, and cried for the past forty-eight hours until I lost my voice and could only speak in a whisper. The sores on my body were nothing compared to the pain in my heart. The bleeding flesh on my skin didn’t even scare me. Did I really expect Marcus to kiss me and hug me when I got home? Suddenly, the door to the room where I was being kept was pushed open. I didn’t look up, didn’t act like someone had just stepped inside. Marcus threw papers at me. They were printed copies from the most prestigious celebrity blogs. “I’ve been chosen for the most important award—Best Leading Actor next month. You knew about this and decided to make your move so I could lose it. You know how much I wanted that award. You know it.” “Marcus… I

LEO'S POVEver since Gwen told me I could be Angel’s father, I hadn’t been able to name what I felt.It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t fear. It was something worse—confusion tangled with hope.Charlotte had said they did a DNA test which proved Angel was Marcus’s. But what if she lied? What if she knew Marcus wasn’t the father? Or worse—what if it was the truth?Today, I would find out.The DNA results were on the way, and my chest had been tight since morning, like my lungs were refusing to work with me. I hadn’t moved from the lounge chair in hours.“Mr. Uncle?”I looked down.Little Angel stood right in front of me, barefoot, hair still damp from the ocean and her cheeks glowing from the sun. There was sand clinging stubbornly to her ankles, and she held one of Gwen’s oversized sunglasses in her hand like a toy. She’d been surfing all afternoon with Gwen.Thanks to Gwen, Angel had new clothes, proper meals, and a bounce in her step that hadn’t been there before. She had fully recovered—laug

CHARLOTTE'S POVA month has finally come to an end. A month of filled with crying, sorrow, depression and desperation, of holding onto the one fragile hope I had left—Angel. My daughter’s face, her laugh, the way she’d cling to my neck… it was the only thing that kept the cold terror at bay. It ended tonight. Because I am going to make a move, do something. I can't keep being afraid while my baby is out there, living in trauma. I stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom , getting on the weight scale. My numbers were twice than I expected. I exceeded the numbers he gave me due to my desperation to see my daughter. All I did was eat like I would die if I didn't. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my old self coming back yet more unhappy and more depressed. "Okay... Charlotte...you can do this. You are going to confront Marcus and force him to let me see my daughter . After that self motivation, I walked straight to Marcus private lounge, immediately