All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

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IT MADE A DIFFERENCE

Monica rushed out of the kitchen and came back with the baby. She had named him Junior. I didn’t care, and I didn’t want anything to do with this baby at first, but… something about him scares me. The baby always reminds me of Leo. He has those same startling green eyes, like chips of sea glass, and a head of wavy, jet-black hair. I keep telling myself it's just my mind playing tricks—that I’m seeing Leo because I can’t stop thinking about him, wondering where he is now, if he ever thinks of me. But the resemblance is uncanny. Maybe it’s just my own delusion. The same way I thought John had some similarities with him, maybe I didn’t remember what Leo sounds like and thought John sounded like him. Or simply, maybe I am losing my mind. Monica returned to the kitchen; the baby’s eyes searched for me. As soon as he saw me, he cried, leaning for me to carry him. “Charlotte?” Monica said softly. I sniffled, dried my hands, and carried him from her. “Thank you,” she said to me.

DEAR DIARY

ANGEL'S POV The late morning sun painted warm stripes across my bedroom floor, turning the dust motes into floating gold. I was curled in my favorite spot by the window, my new diary—one with a beautiful pink leather cover—was open in front of me as I wrote in it. Daddy had gotten it for me just yesterday. His eyes were wide when I’d presented him with my first completed diary, filled to the last line with letters to Mommy. He read it like he had mouth paralysis. I can't tell if it's from my handwriting or from the way he pronounced the words. But I later figured out my notes are hard for adults to read smoothly. That's how I got this second one—a bigger and more fancy one, with picture frames to insert in it. I have a lot of fun alone writing in it. "Dear Diary... Daddy doesn’t have his comfy tummy anymore. He called it his fitness journey. Now he looks strong—like a brick man. He even dyed his hair silver and pierced his brows. I like his new look, but I miss his big stomac

NO,I AM GOOD

“Mommy is coming home this weekend?” I sobbed. Daddy’s posture eased. He crossed his arms, a small smile touching his lips. “Oh, that’s why you’re crying?” Uncle Musa asked. I nodded, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. He pulled me back into a bear hug. “I feel you, kiddo. I want to cry, too. I’m so happy I’ll get to see my baby sister…” He made a show of it, puffing out his lips and pretending to bawl, emitting loud, fake, hiccupping sobs. His face was so funny that a laugh bubbled out of me. From the sofa, the twins erupted into gleeful cackles. “It’s not funny!” Uncle Musa insisted, playing it up, wiping imaginary tears. “I can’t stop these tears, man! It’s just so touching, how much I missed her…” I hugged him again, tightly. “Thanks, Uncle Musa.” “For what?” “For being my Uncle… you’re so sweet,” I replied. “Well, not to brag, sweetie, but imagine what it could’ve felt like if I was your father, not your uncle, huh?” I pulled back, looking between his smiling fac

FAVORITE VIDEO TO WATCH

AUTHOR'S POVThe television in the living room was on, the volume low. Charlotte's half brother, Yusuf and his wife, Angela, were sitting on the sofa, both watching with a smile on their faces.On the screen, a news anchor with a very serious face was speaking."I can't stop watching this particular news. It's just like a vitamin supplement to my body," Yusuf laughed, and they kissed."I know you are even happier than I am," she told him.Yusuf’s bright smile literally lit up their dark room."Why do you think I pre-recorded this particular news?"They both laughed and turned back to the television.“After one of the most shocking trials this country has ever seen, a jury has found actor and billionaire Prince Marcus Hunter guilty on all charges.”A picture of Marcus flashed on the screen. Not a red-carpet photo, but his mugshot. His famous face looked pale and empty, his eyes hollow.Below his picture, the words scrolled:GUILTY: Murder. Drug Trafficking. Human Trafficking. Conspira

MAN'S POINT OF VIEW

"The ring... I had to run a background check. The private number’s female voice was fake. And also, while I was at it, Leo knew I was trying to figure him out, so he invited me to his island. That’s when I saw Angel for the first time. I cried like a baby.""Aww... I wish I had witnessed such a lovely moment," Angela said with a smile."Yeah, the first time you visited you didn't keep the environment so lovely. You literally punched Leo in the face and gave him a nose bleed. You made Angel worry about it.""Well, he said it himself—he deserved it. Who are you to complain? I did it for my girl, Charlotte. Can you imagine the stress and pain Charlotte is going through because of his silly games?!""From a man's point of view... it kept Charlotte and Angel alive and got that bastard in jail. I am not angry, but grateful to him.""What?! What do you mean, 'a man's point of view'? Are you saying because I am a woman..." He kissed her. "Wait... are you saying because I am a woman I am emoti

WHAT WENT WRONG?

CHARLOTTE'S POV I was at the airport, waiting for the departure announcement while scrolling through blogs about Marcus and myself. I had only seen positive posts about me so far. Many people were defending me and hoping I could return to Hollywood. The love I saw online was not what I had expected. There were appreciation posts, and even a riot had been staged on my behalf at the court, asking for justice. Many fans used me as their profile picture. It felt so overwhelming. They actually do care about me? I saw a post about how I met Marcus and how we got married. It was far from accurate, but the post was in my favor. The royal family was even dragged into it, with many believing he dated me for political reasons. The only reason I fell for Marcus a little bit was because of his persistent love-bombing and his fake story about being a bully victim. I thought he was real. Now my mistake has cost my child. I scrolled through lots and lots of blogs to see if there was any new

GOOD MORNING

LEO’S POV“Daddy?”Angel’s voice came from outside the door, followed by a soft knock. I pretended to be asleep.She opened the door.“Good morning, Daddy!”She jumped at the foot of the bed.I immediately shut my eyes in pretense.I had been staring at the ceiling for hours, my heart fluttering like a trapped hummingbird in my ribs. Nervousness, excitement, fear—all three mixed together—had pushed sleep far out of reach.Tomorrow is the day I will see Charlotte again.I am excited, happy, but also nervous and fearful about what her reaction would be.It would only be a delusion to think she would greet me with a hug and a kiss.Charlotte—I know she doesn’t take betrayal lightly. I know her story… I just wish there was a better way.“Daddy! Wake up! Today is the day! Let’s go bring Mommy home!”Angel yelled into my ears, almost bursting my eardrum.I pretended not to hear again and squeezed my eyes tightly. Her tiny hands landed on my chest and started shaking me with enthusiastic, un

A PHONE CALL

“How are my teeth?”She showed her teeth widely for me to inspect.“Clean.”“Tongue?”She asked with her tongue out.“Perfect,” I replied.“You are so easy! Back at the hotel, Mommy made me brush three times! It was very exhausting,” she said.Oh?Maybe I should have done the same. Being a parent came to me as an emergency; I’m still getting used to this.“Are you supposed to brush three times?”“No, that’s just Mom rules. I like Dad rules. You won’t make me brush three times, right, Daddy?” She made a sad face.“Of course you get that right. You did a good job—I don’t think it’s necessary,” I replied.She jumped happily.I ran the water for her bath, testing the temperature carefully, while she poured in a capful of bubble bath. It immediately foamed into a lavender-scented cloud.She stepped in, and another performance began. Children can be very hyperactive.“Ladies and gentlemen!” Angel announced to the shower curtain. “Watch me as I make the shampoo disappear with magic!”She pil

POSTPONED

I stood there at the balcony long after the call ended. Musa's last words echoed. "She also mentioned that the island will bring back bad memories. She’ll never step foot on it. Give her some time for now. I will do the same. And this time, don't make any other decisions that will complicate things. Unless you want to push her out of your life for good. If you hurt my sister again, even I will make sure she is far away from you. If your love is selfish enough not to consider her feelings, then stay away from her." I swallowed tightly and clenched my fists. "Daddy!!!" Angel's voice called. "Yea… yes, princess!" I went back inside. Angel was sitting on the edge of the bed, one overall strap already fastened, the other twisted the wrong way. Her brows were drawn together in concentration, her tongue peeking out slightly. “Daddy, help me please,” she said without looking up. “This button is being stubborn.” I knelt in front of her and fixed it, slower than necessary. I needed th

AUTOMATIC ENTRANCE

"No honey, it's just my eye pain. I haven't worn my contacts in a long time.'A lie. Again."Is it really true?"She asked.She is a child. Does it matter?"No... you're right, it hurts that much. My mistakes hurt that much. You're too young to understand, Angel. I love your mother so much, but I lost her... then..."I laughed."I lost myself in the process and..."She cupped my face with her small hands."I will tell Mommy that you are sorry, that it's painful. I will let her know that. So please don't cry."That statement made it hard not to cry. So sweet and understanding.I pulled her into a hug."I don't deserve you, Angel.""We're going to get a brand-new apartment. In Los Angeles."Her eyes lit up."A new house?""Yes. A fresh one. Somewhere easy. Somewhere Mommy can come to whenever she wants. Since she doesn't like the island. Also, you can enroll in a real school too.""That's good," she said immediately. "So when is Mommy coming?"I swallowed."I don't know the actual day y

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