Todos los capítulos de The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Night fell faster than I expected.I didn't sleep. I just lay on the bed, clutching the teddy bear, waiting for the sound of a car or footsteps in the hallway. The staff had already brought dinner to my room—creamy pasta and bread—but I only finished half of it. My stomach was full, my head was full.A little past ten, my bedroom door opened.Only Lucien.He walked in without his jacket, just a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His face looked tired, with dark shadows under his eyes. He closed the door, locked it, then stood at the foot of the bed looking at me."Just me tonight. Damien and Tristan are still handling some things."I sat up, pulling the blanket up to my waist."You said you'd all come back. All of you.""They'll follow later." Lucien walked closer, then sat on the edge of the bed. He was close. The usual scent of cigarette smoke and his cologne reached me immediately."I need you tonight, Clara."His voice was low, almost hoarse. Not a command like

Author's Pov.In London, rain was still drizzling as Leon Harrington sat in his private study. The desk lamp glowed pale yellow, illuminating stacks of reports he had read over and over without result.Across from him, Sebastia and Adrian sat with serious expressions.Leon stared at Clara's photo still standing on the corner of his desk. Not the confident, thin model photo, but an old one from when Clara was seventeen, smiling in their backyard garden. A smile he hadn't seen in a long time."Italy is vast, Leon. Small towns, villages, coasts, mountains. If someone wants to disappear, there are plenty of places to hide. Or maybe… she genuinely doesn't want to be found," said Sebastian.Adrian nodded. "You've hired two private agents, contacted the embassy, even used old police contacts. If there's still no trace by now, it's possible Clara has decided to start a new life. Or there's another party involved, one much more careful than we expected."Leon didn't answer right away. His fing

The next morning, the three Voss brothers left the mansion where Clara was staying before the sun got too high.Clara was still fast asleep with the remnants of last night's drunkenness. The staff had been ordered to guard her closely and ensure no alcohol was within reach.They traveled forty minutes to the main Voss family mansion, a building far larger, older, and colder. Elias Voss had lived there since their wife died. The house stood on a hill, surrounded by tall fences and armed guards who didn't even blink when their black cars passed through the gate.Elias was already waiting in the spacious study. The man in his sixties sat behind a dark wooden desk, silver hair neatly combed, an impeccable gray suit despite it being early morning. His sharp eyes observed his three sons enter one by one."Sit," he ordered briefly.Lucien, Damien, and Tristan took the chairs across the desk."It's been a month. Have you finished playing around with Clara Harrington yet?"Lucien didn't answer

At Voss Mansion.Clara sat on the edge of the bed, face pale. The remnants of last night's hangover still throbbed in her head, but stronger than that was the decision she'd made since waking. She stared at the breakfast tray the maid had left on the table, bread, eggs, fruit, and a glass of juice then pushed it away."Don't give me food anymore," she said firmly when the maid came to collect the tray. "I'm on a diet. Tell them. I won't eat."The maid hesitated, but Clara's sharp glare made her nod and leave with the untouched tray.At noon, another tray arrived. Clara didn't touch it. Same in the evening. She only drank water, sat on the balcony, and stared at the garden, jaw set tight.Her body was already too fat. She wouldn't let it get worse."If they say they like full figures, that's their problem. I don't want it."As the sun began to set, the door opened without a knock.Lucien walked in carrying a tray himself. The smell of creamy pasta and roasted meat immediately filled th

Leon Harrington returned to Italy two days after receiving Julian's report.This time he did not come alone. Sebastian sat beside him in the private jet, his expression serious.Behind them, six heavily armed bodyguards occupied the seats. On the ground, two additional black cars were already waiting with hired local personnel."The information is solid enough," Sebastian said, closing the folder on his lap. "The man is still active in the southern region. Not a big name on the surface, but well known in black market circles. The name he uses now is different from before, but fingerprints and several old witnesses match."Leon just nodded. His eyes stared at the clouds outside the window. "If Clara really found him, at least we'll know. If not, we still have to rule that possibility out."They landed at a private airport closer to the target area. From there, a convoy of four cars moved toward an old industrial district by the harbor. The warehouse buildings looked dull, some seemingl