Todos los capítulos de The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

The sun was already high when I woke up.My body ached everywhere. My wrists were still red from the rope marks, my inner thighs covered in small bruises, and between my legs felt wet and sore. But strangely, I was smiling.The bedroom door opened slowly. A maid in her forties entered carrying a tray and a thick towel. She didn't say much, just helped me up from the messy bed."You're told to bathe and get ready. Breakfast is waiting."I obeyed. In the spacious bathroom, the maid bathed me carefully. Warm water flowed over my body, covered in bite marks and fingerprints. She washed my hair, gently rubbed the sore spots, then dried me with a soft towel. After that, she dressed me in clothes that had been prepared, a long white dress made of thin silk, simple in cut but expensive, with black lace underwear beneath. My hair was left damp and loose.When I entered the dining room, the three Voss brothers were already seated. Elias was not there. Lucien at the head of the table, Damien on

One month passed just like that.I no longer counted the days. In this grand Voss mansion, time seemed to stop.Every morning the servants woke me, bathed me, then prepared loose clothes because my body had already changed.Every noon and night the dining table was full of rich dishes, creamy pasta, fatty roasted meat, cheese, bread, cakes, ice cream.I was ordered to eat. Not just eat, but finish everything. Lucien, Damien, and Tristan always made sure my plate was empty before they allowed me to stand.I had gotten fat.When I first arrived, I already looked chubby. The stress in London made me turn to food, chocolate, chips, midnight pizza.My waist was no longer slim, my thighs already rubbed against each other, my stomach already slightly sticking out. I used to often insult Ana.Now, after one month of being forced to eat nonstop, I was almost as fat as Ana.My breasts had grown bigger, my ass had widened, my stomach already clearly sagged over my underwear. The upper parts of m

I was still sitting on the small balcony of my room, chewing a chocolate cake that was still warm. The ganache layer melted on my tongue, the sweetness sharp, exactly the way I liked it.Beside me was another plate with macarons, slices of cheesecake, and a bowl of vanilla ice cream that had already started to melt a little. The servants always prepared sweet snacks every afternoon. I never refused.Every bite made me feel relieved. The old stress seemed to dissolve with the sugar. I stared at the quiet garden below, then stood and walked back into the room. The large mirror on the wall was waiting for me.I stood in front of it.The old Clara was gone.The face that used to be praised as pretty was now rounded. Full cheeks, a double chin starting to show clearly. The neck that used to be slender now looked shorter because of the fat.The breasts that used to be sexy were now much bigger and heavier, almost spilling out of a bra size that had already been changed twice. My stomach sag

They didn't leave right away.Lucien stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, Damien leaned against the IV stand, while Tristan stood near the window with his hands in his pockets. Clara turned her face to the wall. Tears still fell slowly, but she no longer spoke and refused to look at their faces.Lucien tried again. "Clara, listen. My divorce is almost finished. In a few weeks I'll be officially free. Damien and Tristan have been unbound for a long time. You're not a mistress."Clara stayed silent.Damien came closer. "We know you're disappointed. But don't stay quiet like this. Talk."Clara kept staring at the wall. Desperate and depressed. She had given them her body, let them change her into someone fatter, closed every door to the past, and now felt like the biggest fool in the world.Tristan spoke more softly."We won't force anything tonight. But don't lock yourself away."Clara didn't answer. Didn't turn. Didn't give them a single glance.They kept trying. Lucien told a little

Dinner took place in the spacious dining room under dim crystal chandeliers. The long dark wood table was already set with porcelain plates, wine glasses, and steaming dishes: mushroom risotto, roasted beef, salad, and warm bread. Clara sat in the chair she usually occupied—between Damien and Tristan—while Lucien sat at the head of the table.The three brothers started speaking in Italian.Clara didn't understand a single word. Their tones sounded serious, sometimes low and fast, as if discussing something important.Lucien occasionally glanced at the tablet beside his plate, Damien nodded slowly, Tristan frowned. They didn't translate anything for her. Clara just sat quietly, eating slowly. Her body was still weak, her injured hand stiff when holding the fork, but she forced herself to eat.She still didn't understand their actual work. "Business," that was all they ever said. But from the way they talked, from the armed guards, from the tightly secured mansion, from the Voss name th