All Chapters of Plus-Sized Assassin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Barbara Neil Aryan spent the rest of the day in a strange, liberating haze, doing things she had never dared to do before.Most of the time, when her mental illness flared up, she was hit with powerful bouts of depression, self-depreciation, and a melancholic state that was so great that it threatened to overwhelm her, but this time, things were different.This time, she was ecstatic, free, and very confident in her size sixteen five-foot-five frame. The red-haired woman first indulged in a luxurious spa day, and then, on a whim, she crashed a cute tattoo shop and got a beautiful butterfly tattoo on her wrist, got a haircut too while she was at it.Still feeling like she was on top of the world, she took out her phone and dialed the numbers of two of Mariana’s other friends, Belize and Andrea, inviting them on a shopping spree at one of the newly opened, exclusive fashion malls in the city.The excitement and confidence radiating from Barbara surprised the girls, especially as they h

Barbara Neil Aryan was losing it. She had come to her uncle, Kenneth, looking for redemption.What she hadn’t expected, was to be trapped here like some prisoner.Sure, her secret hideout was the very definition of paradise, with luxury dripping from every surface of the underground home she had been placed in. A full library, a personal chef, shelves of the most expensive wine… and yet, she couldn’t tell the difference between this space and those tight caves underground explorers loved to get trapped up in.One week had already passed, and in the first few days, Barbie had told herself that she deserved this, as atonement for the lives that she had taken, but now… even she wasn’t sure she could bear the punishment any longer.The silence in this place was deafening… and on certain days, like this one, she felt like the prison she was bound to go to if she dared show her face up on the surface, would be ten times better than the one her uncle had placed her in in the name of protecti

The restaurant where Barbara had agreed to meet her uncle for dinner was one of those exclusive places that screamed wealth and yelled it so loud, begging for the whole world to take a look.Chandeliers dripped with crystals like raindrops frozen in time, their soft white glow laced with gold, reflecting on the elegant mahogany tables littered across the space.Every surface gleamed with an almost tacky elegance… gold chairs, diamond-studded glasses, fragile porcelain… large-bellied men with pretty stick-perfect women dangling from their arms, playing the perfect role of trophy wives and girlfriends…Barbara hated it.Places like this reminded her too much of her past life as Barbara Neil Aryan, the woman who hung out with the upper echelon. It reminded her of the weak woman she had been, the one who never felt like she belonged.At least tonight, she was putting up with this moment for one last time, and then she’d be done with her insane godfather for good. Now, I know what you may

There he was. KnightLaughing at something, one of the men said, a low sound that vibrated across the floor and hit her square in the chest. For a moment, she forgot the job, forgot Kenneth, forgot the years of resentment curdled inside her. All she could think was how he had once looked at her—bare skin, dark room as the world stripped away.She swallowed hard and forced herself to move.A waiter nearly collided with her, sending expensive champagne splashing onto the marble. Heads turned again, amused, vindicated in their thoughts that her size was an inconvenience. “So sorry, madam,” the young man stammered, pale with terror.“It’s fine,” she murmured, though outwardly, her cheeks burned in mock embarrassment.Yes, the clumsy fat woman.The receiver of all the ridicule.She had lived it all before, allowed her to once upon a time, hurt her even… but not anymore.Her pulse was a drumbeat beneath her skin as she reached for another drink, pretending to admire the floral arrangements