Lahat ng Kabanata ng Playboy's Secret Wife: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

1: Bold, Blessed, and Beautiful>As I run on the treadmill, I feel the thrill of flying high.Sweat runs down my face to my cleavage. Big boobs are such a nuisance when it comes to exercise and sweating. But Still, I hope when I lose weight. I get to keep my big boobs.I am in love with them.Ten more steps in name of losing weight!Nine… eight… seven… six… five… fuck… two more… one more and last…I hit stop and try to catch my breath.It's been a grueling work out session today. I glance at the clock.More than an hour.Not bad.I change and head toward home. On my way out, I cannot help but glance at the mirror. I don’t like what I see.I am fatter than before.I have always been a curvy girl. But after the operation, I don’t fall into the chubby girl category. I am fat. I know I am working hard. But I don’t see any changes in myself. It's so demotivating. Perhaps I need to spend more than an hour here. But with so many responsibilities. I don’t find time to take care of

3: Grandfather’s will>No wonder being the son of a billionaire has its advantages. Being heir to their empire is the biggest one. But it poses a fucking problem when your parents bicker you with constant ‘why don’t you get married and settle down’ question.“Miles.. I am telling you, she is so beautiful. Just go on a date with her. I am sure you will like her.” My mom says on the phone.“I am busy Mom…Gotta go bye!” I say and Liam snorts. I am not stupid enough to get involved with a business associate’s daughter.“I am getting old Miles… I want to see you get married before I die…”“Mom! You are barely 50 for fuck’s sake!” I say and cut the call.Apparently, my family has achieved everything. All they want me to do is get married and produce babies, they can play with.Such a lame way to live…And why should I bind myself to one girl when I can enjoy the company of many?I don’t like‌ the way my family works. That’s why I am working hard to build my own name.“Seriously, w

5: The Batman>Jesus!This girl smells good. The cutest face ever. Plum lips. Generous overall package. It’s odd that I am checking her out. I haven’t been with many chubby girls. Suddenly I want to widen my experience exploring her.I shake my head.What the fuck is wrong with me?We are standing in a chapel, and she is apparently intoxicated. I shouldn’t think with my dick, at least right now.Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus!Forgive me for having unholy thoughts…I hold her by the waist as she is obviously unable to keep her balance and keeps swaying. My date isn’t thrilled about having my hands wrapped around some other girl, but she fears the Bride-zilla.Sophia, the girl by my arm, lets out a nasty burp, then giggles with a palm on her mouth.“I never did that before.”“Oh Yea!” I ask her, amused.”You better not puke Sophia.” My date tells her.Sophia whispers to me, “She knows my name Miles… I don’t know hers.. What is her name?”I whisper back to her, “I don’t know eith

7:What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas— 2 Years later —>I step out of the shower and stand in front of the mirror. Water droplets slide my body. I try to recall Nikki's perfect body and compare myself with her. It's shameful that I still compare. But I cannot help it sometimes. I look as perfect as her now. I hope so…But this fucking scar on my waist. It torments me. It reminds me of how I gave my life, my body, and a fucking kidney to Caleb and He handed me back his infidelity.A woman can have everything but she still will long for love. Sometimes I feel pathetic for missing Caleb. Yea.. I miss him. Or his affection. Maybe anybody’s affection in general.I sigh and walk towards the closet to find some nice clothes.One thing has changed though. I do feel confident enough to walk around butt naked now. I have worked hard for this body and I am not afraid to show it off. I have built a new life for myself from scratch here and I am proud of myself. I don't need a man to

9: California Baby!>I rush to Lena’s apartment in shame.Fuck!Why?Why did I lash out like that?Lena has been sitting next to me for the past half hour listening to my sob story. Even her plush sofa is unable to comfort me today.I have spent nights sleeping on it. When I felt too alone in my apartment and wanted to be near a friend. We would talk for hours, watch movies, then go to sleep. But today even this isn’t comforting me.“Media wasn’t interested in me when they got engaged. I am not sure what changed now.” I exclaim in frustration.Lena rubs my back to calm me down.“They are a big name now… They also signed a big construction contract a few days back... Any news… Any gossip they can find now. Media will dig in.”Her answer makes me feel worse. Because she is right. Caleb’s company made such a good name. I am sure he made my dad tons of money too. That could only explain how dad forgot me.My shoulder slump again recalling how I lost my temper in front of that r