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All Chapters of The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

Ana's Pov.I sat on one of the wooden pews in this church. My hands tightly gripped the edge of my dress until the fabric wrinkled. My boyfriend, Max, stood there in his neat black suit. Beside him was Sasha, my best friend since the first day I arrived in this city two years ago. Sasha's stomach was already swollen beneath her white wedding dress.Two months ago, Sasha came to my apartment, kneeling on the floor while sobbing."Ana, I'm pregnant, and this baby is Max's. Please don't be mad."I didn't cry back then. I just stayed silent.I didn't know who I should be angry at. At Max, who said he was busy with work? Or at Sasha, who drank coffee with me every morning while talking about the guys who flirted with her?Now they were getting married, and they kissed at the altar. Everyone applauded. Max's family, Sasha's family, friends who knew me only as "Sasha's good friend." No one even looked at me.I slowly stood up and walked out through the side door.Outside, my phone vibrated ha

Chapter 2

I let out a long sigh. Clara's orders were absolute. If I didn't come, she'd get angry. I already knew how terrible her anger could be. Things could go flying, her words could cut sharper than knives, and I could get thrown out of this mansion. So I walked through the mansion's long corridors. Expensive paintings hung on both sides of the walls in gleaming golden frames. I often wondered how much a single painting cost. Maybe enough to support my life for a year or two. I passed the spacious living room, the huge kitchen I never used because I had my own tiny kitchen behind my room. I passed the curved staircase leading to the Leon family's bedrooms, a place I had never stepped into because I was only a servant. The backyard of the mansion was enormous. There was a garden filled with flowers cared for daily by gardeners. There was a white gazebo with soft couches inside, and at the far end, a crystal-blue swimming pool shimmered beneath the sunlight. Clara was swimming in that

Chapter 3

His possession.I wasn't an object, and I didn't belong to anyone.Mr. Leon slowly released his arm from around my waist, then walked back to the billiard table, picked up the cue he had set down earlier, and continued the game as if nothing had happened.As if he hadn't just saved my life, and as if he hadn't just bitten my neck.I stood there, still clutching the top of my bikini that was nearly slipping off, trying to cover as much of my body as possible. In front of me, the green table echoed once again with the sounds of billiard balls colliding.Mr. Leon, Mr. Adrian, and Mr. Sebastian stood around the table with glasses of drinks in their hands. Sometimes they laughed. Sometimes they spoke in low voices I couldn't hear from where I stood.But their eyes. I could feel their eyes on me.Mr. Leon looked my way the least. He focused on the game, or at least pretended to, but Mr. Adrian and Mr. Sebastian were different. They took turns glancing at me like two wolves observing their p

Chapter 4

I stopped walking.My body turned stiff like a statue. Mr. Leon's words pierced me from behind, sharp and cold, like the edge of a knife pressed against my neck."Who taught you to be so rude?"I didn't dare turn around. My eyes burned. Tears gathered at the corners, but I held them back with all my strength. I couldn't cry in front of them. I couldn't look weak. If I cried, they would see it as an opening to push even further."I... I didn't mean to be rude, sir. I just wanted to get back to work like you always tell me to, Mr. Leon. Work without complaining and without talking too much."I slowly turned around.My eyes stayed fixed on the floor, too afraid to look directly at Mr. Leon. I could only see the tips of his expensive shoes, polished black leather without a single speck of dust. Those shoes probably cost more than half a year's worth of my salary, maybe even more."I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," I whispered.Mr. Leon didn't answer. His silence was more frightening than yell

Chapter 5

Two days passed.I tried to avoid Mr. Leon and his guests. I worked harder than usual. I cleaned every corner of the mansion, washed Clara's clothes until they smelled fresh, and even swept parts of the yard I had never touched before. I hoped that if I worked hard enough, everything would go back to normal.But the following night, my phone rang from an unknown number. I almost didn't answer it, but a bad feeling made me press the green button."Hello, is this Ana Lancaster?" a middle-aged woman asked from the other end."Yes, this is Ana. What's wrong?""My name is Julia. I'm calling from the hospital where your mother used to receive treatment. Sorry to bother you, but there's an unresolved administrative issue. It turns out your mother's medical debt from three years ago still has an unpaid balance, and since she has passed away, the responsibility has been transferred to her closest family member, which is her daughter.""How much?""Fourteen thousand euros. With interest, it has

Chapter 6

I fell silent.Marriage. I'd never imagined getting married, especially not to a man as rich and as mysterious as Mr. Leon. I was just a plain, fat girl who spent her life cleaning up other people's dirt."Why me?" I asked.Mr. Leon was still crouching in front of me, his eyes staring at me without blinking."You won't bother me with demands for love or attention. You just want to survive."That was true. I didn't have big dreams. I'd never dreamed of becoming rich or famous. My only dream back then was to see my mother smile without pain. Now my mother was gone. I just wanted to move on with my life."And because you're not pretty," he continued, a little mockingly, but it was the truth. "No one will suspect anything. This secret marriage will be safe. No other woman will be jealous or try to find out who my new wife is."I looked down. My trembling hand was still holding that brown envelope."But why does it have to be marriage? Why isn't it enough to just…""Just serve?" Mr. Leon f

Chapter 7

I was still standing in the middle of Mr. Leon's room with the maroon silk nightgown in my hand. My fingers trembled, letting the soft fabric fall back onto the bed. The man's shadow behind the bathroom mirror made my heart pound erratically."Come in, Ana," his voice came from behind the door.I approached the bathroom door with small steps. My hand pushed the teak wood door open slowly. Warm steam immediately hit my face, carrying the scent of expensive soap mixed with something distinctly male.And when my eyes adjusted to the thin mist in the room, I saw him.Mr. Leon sat in a huge white marble bathtub. The water was clear with a little foam, but not enough to cover his body. His chest was broad and muscular, perfectly formed like a sculpture. His arms were strong with veins that tightened as he rested his head on the edge of the tub. Then I saw his back when he leaned forward slightly. There was a black tattoo there, some kind of intricate pattern that crept from his right should

Chapter 8

The luxurious black car drove slowly into the airport departure area.I sat in the front seat next to the driver. In the back, Mr. Leon and Clara sat comfortably in the spacious black leather seats. Clara smiled while holding her phone, probably replying to farewell messages from her friends.I looked at them through the rearview mirror. They looked like the perfect family. Handsome father, beautiful daughter. No one knew that the fat maid in the front seat had secretly become the head of the family's secret wife.The car stopped at the VIP terminal entrance. I quickly got out and opened the trunk. Clara's two large pink suitcases. One canvas handbag, and another small white suitcase."Did you think I couldn't carry them myself, fatty?" Clara's voice came from behind me.I turned around. Clara stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Her expression was cold, very different from the sweet smile she'd shown her father a few minutes ago in the car."Sorry, Miss. I just wanted to help,

Chapter 9

Three days after Clara went abroad, the wedding happened.I stood in front of the mirror. The simple white dress Leon had chosen wasn't like a typical wedding gown. No intricate lace, no long trailing veil. Leon said this wasn't a celebration, just a formality.I didn't dare comment.My curly, messy hair was tied back as usual. My round face with chubby cheeks couldn't be covered with makeup because Leon had banned heavy cosmetics."We don't want to attract attention," he said.I just stayed quiet.He stood at the bedroom door, already wearing a neat black suit without a tie. His appearance was simple but still exuded an authority that made me feel small."We're leaving."I followed his steps out of the mansion. There was no luxury car waiting, just a regular black sedan without a driver. Leon drove it himself. I sat in the passenger seat next to him.Throughout the journey, we didn't speak. The car radio was set to a somber classical music station. I stared at the trees passing by th

Chapter 10

I walked into the villa, following Leon's steps as he carried his suitcase inside. The air here was cold, so different from the mansion which was always warm because of the central heating. I shivered a little, but I didn't know if it was because of the temperature or the nervousness that kept clinging to me.This villa felt more alive than Leon's mansion. Its exposed stone walls gave a warm, rustic feel. The large fireplace in the living room was already lit, casting flickering orange light. A thick fur carpet covered almost the entire wooden floor. There was a full bookshelf in the corner of the room, and next to it, a large glass window faced directly into the mist-covered valley."This is the master bedroom," Leon said, opening a wooden door at the end of the hallway.I followed him inside. The room was spacious, not as big as Leon's room in the mansion, but still luxurious in its own way. A king-sized bed with clean white linen sheets. Two reading lamps on either side of the bed,

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