Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 551 - Bab 560

The Next DayMorning came like a punishment.Just another hopeless reminder that I was still alive—and Angel might not be.I didn’t sleep.My body lay on the bed all night, stiff and hollow, while my mind replayed Marcus’s voice over and over again.“If you make any silly move, you will never see Angel again. And people will remember you as a cheat—a psychopath who killed her daughter and fed on her.”Every time I closed my eyes, I would have nightmares of Angel being battered in front of me. So I stayed awake throughout the night.Soon, the door opened and the team that would be preparing me for the awards entered.Without me being able to make a request or even look interested in any of that.A bath was run. My hair was washed. My nails were painted a soft nude. Lastly, the makeup followed.No one asked how I felt.No one asked where Angel was.They may have cared but were too scared to ask questions.By noon, my stylist arrived with the dress.I could see Marcus went all the way ou

Before I could control my anxiety, Marcus laughed and pulled me closer.“My wife isn’t well,” he said loud enough for the microphones to catch. “She’s had… episodes like this before. That’s why she took a break from public appearances.”Murmurs rippled through the crowd.My chest heaved.I opened my mouth to speak—He leaned closer.“You will pay for this,” he murmured, his voice dipped in venom. “Slowly. You just signed your death sentence,” he whispered calmly into my ear.Then he signaled.His bodyguards moved in immediately toward us.“No—please help me!!! I am telling the truth!”I tried to pull away.But they were stronger, as people watched like they were hypnotized. These men took me away while no one made a move to stop them.It felt like I was in the enemy’s territory all this while. I couldn’t tell if they were too shocked to help or if they actually believed Marcus’s claims that I was bipolar.Marcus turned back to the cameras, smiling as if nothing had happened, waving as

Mei cuts in. “Charlotte, please understand. This is for your own safety. You need distance. Protection. Family. Marcus has too much power here in the United States. In Europe, he is a prince, and in Asia, he is involved with a lot of mafias. Africa is the safest place for you right now."“Exactly, and in Nigeria, you’re not alone. You’re surrounded by people who love and care for you. By our family,” Yusuf added.“Charlotte…?” Angela called.Tears streamed down my face again. “But Angel… I can’t just leave her and move to Africa. I want her back. I won’t leave without her. I can’t—just leave.”“Charlotte… honey, I know you care so much about our little girl, but please… you have to be at least safe to think about her,” Emma replied. Her fiancé was beside her, his hands giving her a half hug as he rubbed her shoulder to soothe her.“She is in danger, Emma. What’s the purpose of being safe when she is in danger? Do you know how many horrible things they would do to her? The other night,

“Daddy, you keep kissing me all over my face. I’m trying to sleep here,” she murmured with a frown. “I know… I’m sorry. I’m just happy,” I apologized. “You’ve been really happy since you got that letter from Ms. Doctor,” she replied. I smiled. She’s good with details and has a good memory. “Well, you are my daughter. You make me happy.” “Yeah… I guess you could say that,” she mumbled and turned her face to the other side, breathing softly. “Your heart is beating so fast, Daddy. Are you nervous?” “I’m holding a literal Angel. Of course my heart is beating fast. I’m hella happy.” She giggled. “No wonder Mommy likes you so much. You’re so sweet.” “You talk a lot more mature than your age.” “People say that a lot. Makes me not want to say anything at all. I’m weird.” “No, no, you’re not. You’re just like your daddy.” She opened her eyes wide and sat up. “I am?” Her eyes sparkled. I nodded. “I was like you when I was young, too. I thought I was weird, but here I am—a billion

I wanted to be rid of the fetus, to erase every physical trace of John, but my family was heavily against abortion. Monica even pleaded that she would love to adopt the baby, that I shouldn’t punish an innocent life for the sin of the father. Why? Why does my life have to be this way? I will never forgive myself for being so foolish, for being so careless, for being so selfish, that my daughter had to pay for it. It’s been a year and six months of grief, agony, and pain. “Charlotte?” A voice called me out from my thoughts. I brushed my eyes and continued cutting the vegetables, didn’t bother to look up. A soft sigh followed. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Mama?” In this side of the world, they do use Mama and Papa as pet names for their dear children. “I am fine, Monica. I am cutting the vegetables, as you can see.” I said, but my hands were trembling badly. “Give the knife to me.” “I can handle it, please stop treating me like a baby. I am a grown adult.” I repl