《Hidden No More: The Billionaire’s Plus-Sized Secret》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Devon's POVShe typed furiously away on her keyboard, completely ignoring my existence for what had to be the hundredth time this week.That had become our routine.I'd walk up to Elena's desk.I'd ask her to dinner.She'd reject me.I'd annoy her some more.She'd somehow become even colder than before.Honestly, I was starting to admire the consistency.I leaned against the edge of her desk with my arms folded."Dinner?""No.""Dinner with dessert?""No.""Dinner with dessert and absolutely no work talk?""No."I clicked my tongue."You're making this very difficult.""I wasn't aware my purpose in life was making yours easier."I placed a hand dramatically over my heart."That hurts.""I wasn't aiming for your heart."She didn't even spare me a glance.Her fingers continued dancing across the keyboard."Come on, Elena."Nothing."At least agree once."Still nothing."Aren't you bothered by my presence?"Silence."Don't you want me to shut up?"She finally looked up."I would love tha

Devon's pov I looked at the address she had texted me earlier and steered my car into the small parking lot just outside the apartment complex. The dashboard clock blinked 8:03 p.m. Three minutes late. Normally I wouldn't have cared. Tonight, however, I had a feeling she would.I climbed out, adjusted the collar of my jacket, and made my way up the short flight of concrete steps. Before I could knock a second time, the door swung open.Elena stepped outside.She wore a knee-length red dress that fit her figure perfectly without trying too hard. Her strawberry blonde hair was pinned into a neat bun, a few loose strands framing her face and softening features that were otherwise permanently carved from ice. Minimal makeup. Small silver earrings. Black heels.She looked stunning.I always imagined the devil would look exactly this convincing."You're late," she stated flatly as she locked the apartment behind her.I glanced at my watch."It's only eight-0-three.""I said eight p.m. shar

Laura's POVMy hands would not stop shaking.I stared at my reflection for what had to be the hundredth time that afternoon, wondering if this was really me.The woman looking back at me looked nothing like the girl who had nervously walked into Titan Media months ago with nothing but impossible dreams and blind hope.Today...Today I looked like a movie star.My stylist stepped behind me one final time, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the deep wine-colored gown hugging every curve of my body. The fabric shimmered every time I moved, tiny pearls sewn painstakingly into intricate patterns that caught the light like scattered stars.The neckline plunged daringly, exposing just enough to be elegant while leaving little to the imagination. The back of the dress was completely open, strings of delicate pearls draping across my bare skin like jewelry instead of fabric.It was sexy.It was bold.It was unlike anything I'd ever worn."You look unbelievable," one of the makeup artists whispe

Hemsworth's POVI sat there staring at the enormous screen in front of me, watching Laura's face illuminate the darkness of the theater, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt something dangerously close to disbelief.That was Laura.My Laura.The same woman who had once stood in front of me with uncertainty written across her face, desperately trying to convince me that she could become something. That she could act. That she could belong somewhere other than beneath the shadow of the people who had controlled her entire life.And now she was on a screen taller than a building, surrounded by hundreds of people applauding her.They loved her.I could hear it everywhere.The laughter when she delivered her lines. The gasps during the emotional scenes. The whispers spreading through the theater whenever her face appeared again.My jaw tightened.How the hell had she done this?I had expected her to fail.That was the part that infuriated me most.I had watched Laura for year

Quinn's POVI rubbed slow circles over Laura's exposed arm, my fingertips moving absentmindedly over her skin as I stared at the ceiling.We had crossed the line.There was no pretending otherwise.Whatever carefully constructed boundaries we had spent months building had been shattered tonight, and I wasn't sure I wanted to rebuild them.I looked down.Laura was asleep beside me, her hair spread messily across the pillow, a few strands resting against her cheek. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing soft and even.She looked peaceful.Too peaceful for someone who had completely destroyed whatever remained of my self-control.My fingers continued their slow movement over her arm.I should have felt guilty.Maybe I did.But mostly, I felt strangely calm.I had spent so long convincing myself that wanting her was temporary. That it was attraction. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Some twisted consequence of spending too much time around her.But tonight had made something painfully obvi