All Chapters of Hidden No More: The Billionaire’s Plus-Sized Secret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Hold still, Laura. You’re wrinkling the lapel."Hemsworth slapped my hand away from his chest. His touch, which used to send butterflies erupting in my stomach, now just left a stinging coldness."Sorry," I mumbled, stepping back.He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror of our penthouse, adjusting the cuffs of his custom Tom Ford tuxedo. Tonight was the Vanguard Film Awards. He was nominated for Best Actor. He looked breathtaking. He always did.I looked down at myself. I was wearing an oversized sweater and sweatpants, my plus-sized frame completely hidden in the baggy fabric.When Hemsworth Deluca proposed to me three years ago, I thought I was living in a fairy tale. I had harbored a secret, painful crush on him since we were teenagers. Back then, he was sweet. He would hold my hand, tell me my curves were beautiful, and promise me the world.But the moment the ring slipped onto my finger and my billionaire father funded his first blockbuster movie, the fairy tale ended. T

SHE'S PREGNANT

LauraThe beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the sterile VIP suite.I stared at the white ceiling, my side burning with a dull, throbbing ache. It had been three days. Three days since the surgeons took a piece of my liver and put it into my husband’s body.The door clicked open. I weakly pushed myself up, a hopeful smile automatically forming on my cracked lips."Hemsworth?" I whispered.But the man who walked in wasn't my husband. It was Marcus, his sleek, overworked personal assistant, holding a cellophane-wrapped fruit basket.My smile fell. "Marcus. Where is he?"Marcus wouldn't meet my eyes. He set the basket on the bedside table. "Mr. Deluca sends his best, Laura. He wanted me to make sure the nurses are treating you well.""He sent you?" My voice broke. "It's been three days, Marcus. He hasn't called. He hasn't visited once. I just gave him an organ."Marcus shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his designer glasses. "He’s incredibly busy, Laura. You know how the in

MARRY ME FOR REVENGE

LauraThe first thing I felt was the scent. It didn't smell like the sterile, bleach-heavy air of a hospital. It smelled like expensive oud, aged whiskey, and something dangerously masculine.I blinked my eyes open. The ceiling was charcoal grey, accented with soft, recessed LED lighting."You're awake," a soft voice said.I turned my head slowly, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. A woman in a neat charcoal blazer was standing by the bed, holding a glass of water."Where am I?" My voice was a dry rasps. "Is this the hospital?""You're at the Cardiff penthouse," she said, helping me sit up. Her touch was professional, but her eyes held a hint of pity. "You’ll be okay, Laura. The doctors already left. You had a concussion and some bruising, but... considering the state of your car, it’s a miracle.""Who brought me here?" I whispered, my heart starting to thud against my ribs."Mr. Cardiff. Quinn Cardiff."The name hit me like a physical blow. Cardiff.My eyes darted around t

LAURA CARDIFF

Laura Seven months.Seven months of sweating out my old life in Quinn’s private gym. Seven months of speech therapy to find the voice Hemsworth had spent years trying to silence. Seven months of learning the dark, jagged secrets of the entertainment industry from the man who sat at the very top of the food chain.I looked at the woman in the mirror. I was still curvy, still the girl who had been mocked for her size, but now my body was a weapon. The tailored, midnight-blue silk dress clung to my skin like a second layer of confidence. The neckline was daring, showing off the faint, silvery scar on my side—the one that reminded me I had literally given my life to a man who didn't want me."Are you done admiring the work of my stylists, or are we going to be late to our own party?"I turned. Quinn Cardiff was leaning against the doorframe of my dressing room. He was wearing an all-black tuxedo, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the black ink of a tattoo crawling up his

THE BEGINNING OF AN ERA

LauraThe second I stepped onto the set of The Last Ember, every single person turned to look at me.My stomach immediately tightened.The massive soundstage buzzed with controlled chaos. Crew members rushed around carrying lighting equipment. Makeup artists stood near the trailers holding coffee cups and clipboards. Cameras worth millions of dollars.And somehow, despite all the movement around me, it still felt like everybody was staring directly at me.Whispering and judging.The new face of Titan Media.Quinn Cardiff’s mysterious wife.The invisible woman who had somehow transformed into Hollywood’s newest obsession overnight.I swallowed hard and tightened my grip around the script in my hands.Calm down Laura, you are beautiful. No one here comes close, you worked hard for this, bask in it. I kept reassuring myself but it didn't work. Especially not with those tabloids getting more viral every minute.“You okay?”I looked up.Quinn stood beside me wearing a black wool coat over

INVESTIGATION BEGINS

QuinnThe second I stepped outside the soundstage, the cold evening air hit my face sharply.Behind me, filming continued. I could still faintly hear the director shouting instructions while crew members moved equipment around the set. Laura was probably rehearsing the scene again right now.Hopefully calmer this time.I rubbed a hand over my jaw before pulling my phone from my pocket again. Three unread messages.Unknown Number:You can run, but you can’t hide her forever.Unknown Number:I know exactly where you’re hiding her.Unknown Number:Take this little vacation while you can. When I come for her, there’ll be nowhere left to run.My jaw tightened dangerously. The messages started right after the gala. At first, I thought it was some obsessive fan or internet troll trying to scare us. Then the threats escalated.I’m going to kill her.She looked beautiful in blue. Shame she’ll die in it.Tick. Tock.Whoever it was knew details they shouldn’t have known. Details that proved they

LIGHTS, CAMERA: INAPPROPRIATE

LauraWe had been shooting for a week now.A whole week.And somehow, against all my fears and expectations, I had finally started getting the hang of it. Acting no longer felt terrifying. It felt thrilling.Addicting.Every time the cameras rolled, something inside me came alive. Every emotion I buried for years somehow found its way into my scenes naturally, and the more I acted, the more confident I became. The director couldn’t stop praising me.Neither could the producers. Neither could the studio executives who constantly visited the set pretending they just wanted to observe.I knew what they were really doing.Watching me.Testing me.Trying to figure out if Quinn Cardiff had discovered gold again.“You’re my Oscar winner,” Thomas, the director, had told me yesterday after filming.The memory alone sent electric waves dancing through my chest. Me? Laura Deluca? The invisible wife nobody acknowledged? An Oscar winner?It still felt insane.“Okay!” Thomas suddenly shouted from b

WHO TOUCHED WHO?

Laura“What, do you mean?” Damien asked, his voice calm and almost amused.I stared at him in disbelief. “You touched me.”His eyebrows lifted slightly. “What?”“You touched me, inappropriately!” I barked.Because no.Absolutely not.How dare he?The relaxed expression on Damien’s face didn’t crack even slightly.“Laura,” he said, almost carefully, “I did not touch you. What are you talking about?”“Yes, you did.”“I really didn’t.”I felt my heartbeat climbing higher and higher inside my chest.“You grabbed my…me,” I hissed quietly.Damien blinked at me slowly like I had just accused him of murder.“Why would I do that?”“Because you’re a creep!”“Okay,” he said softly, lifting both hands slightly. “I think we need to calm down here.”My jaw dropped. Calm down?“Don’t tell me to calm down,” I snapped.“Laura, we’re professionals,” Damien replied evenly. “I wouldn’t touch you like that. That’s completely inappropriate.”“You literally just did!”“No, I didn’t.”I glared at him, compl

PLAY THE GAME OF HUMILIATION

LauraDinner ended quietly.Soft classical music drifted through the massive dining room while the chefs and servers cleared away the plates from the long marble table. The scent of garlic butter and expensive wine still lingered faintly in the air.I sat there silently, pushing the last piece of asparagus around my plate while Quinn checked something on his phone beside me. He looked exhausted tonight. Not physically though, more mental.Like the entire weight of Cardiff Media sat directly on his shoulders. One of the chefs approached carefully. “Would you like dessert, Mr. Cardiff?”“No,” Quinn answered immediately, loosening the cuffs of his black shirt. “Thank you.”The chef nodded politely before leaving with the others. Within minutes, the dining room became empty again, just me and Quinn. The giant chandelier above us cast golden light across his sharp features while he leaned back slightly in his chair.“You did well today,” he said calmly.“With filming?”“Mhm.”A small smile

AFFECTION OR PITY

LauraI gave him a chance to explain.I really did.But no words came out of his mouth. I didn’t want to stand there another second half naked and humiliating myself in front of a man who clearly didn’t want me the same way I wanted him.So I yanked my wrist out of his grasp, grabbed my robe from the floor, and stormed out of his room. My chest burned. Why the hell didn’t he want to touch me? The second I got to my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and climbed onto my bed, my breathing uneven and shaky.Memories of Hemsworth flashed violently through my head.Every excuse.Every rejection.Every time he found a reason not to sleep beside me.Not tonight, Laura.I’m tired.Big audition tomorrow.You’re overthinking things.At least Hemsworth used to come up with excuses. Quinn didn’t even give me that. A bitter laugh escaped my throat as tears burned behind my eyes.I was so embarrassed. Embarrassed by him, at myself. Because somewhere in my stupid brain, I genuinely believed I

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