All Chapters of Hidden No More: The Billionaire’s Plus-Sized Secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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RUN BITCH

Laura's POVMy heart refused to slow down.It hammered violently against my ribs as Elena's words echoed over and over inside my head."Now I have to kill you."The sentence repeated itself so vividly that I could still hear the coldness in her voice.Did she have any idea what she had just admitted?Did she even realize what she was saying?"Elena..." I whispered carefully, taking one slow step backward. "Listen to me. Whatever this is, we can talk about it, okay? We can fix it."For a brief second, the smile on her face disappeared.Not completely.Just enough for something darker to replace it."Oh, we had time to talk," she said quietly. "You never showed up.""What?""You remember?"I frowned."You weren't interested."Her words made absolutely no sense.My back continued brushing against the wall as she walked closer, one slow step after another.Every instinct inside me screamed at me to run.But where?There was nobody inside the house except me.For some reason Quinn had deci

IMPOSSIBLE TO READ

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

SO REAL

Quinn's POVI rounded up the meeting much faster than anyone expected.Questions immediately began flying across the boardroom."What about the revised budget?""Mr. Cardiff, should we move the production timeline?""Sir, what about the—"I held up my hand."My assistants will address every remaining question."Several people exchanged confused looks."If you'll excuse me."Without waiting for another objection, I picked up my phone and walked out of the boardroom.Elena called after me that she'd send the remaining files later, but I barely heard her.Laura's frightened voice still echoed inside my head."You have to come home."She had sounded terrified.Completely terrified.The drive home felt twice as long as usual.Every red light irritated me.Every slow driver became another obstacle between me and my wife.Fake wife. She's not even my wife, just a fake fiance. I reminded myself but it seemed to float away as soon as I thought of it.By the time I pulled into the driveway, I w

DOESN'T MATCH THE IMAGE

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

A SETUP PRIMER

Quinn's POVThe second Thomas stepped into the interrogation room, I knew I wasn't leaving here satisfied.I stood by the one-way mirror, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I watched one of the suspects lazily lean back in his chair on the other side of the glass. He looked relaxed.Too relaxed.It pissed me off."You've had them for weeks," I said without looking away from the mirror. "Why are they still breathing so comfortably?"Thomas sighed behind me."Because that's how investigations work."I finally turned around."No. That's how slow investigations work."He rubbed the bridge of his nose."Quinn—""No." I cut him off sharply. "Laura almost died. She had a chandelier dropped on her head. She was kidnapped. Someone broke into her room. Someone has been threatening her for months, and you're standing here telling me to be patient? After weeks of investigation?""I understand you're angry.""You Really don't.""I do, I am on your page.""You don't," I repeated, my voice

BIG NIGHT

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

THE END OF SELF-CONTROL

Quinn's POVI had been staring at Laura all day.From the second she stepped out in that deep wine dress, every ounce of composure I'd spent months building had started crumbling apart. It wasn't just the dress. It was the way she carried herself. The confidence she'd grown into. The quiet smile she wore whenever she forgot cameras were watching.She had looked beautiful before.Tonight...Tonight she looked devastating.It was almost cruel.Every pearl sewn into that dress caught the light whenever she moved, drawing my attention right back to her. The open back, the elegant neckline, the way the fabric hugged her perfectly…God.It was impossible not to look.Even sitting through the premiere had been torture. I'd stolen more glances at Laura than I'd looked at the movie I'd spent months producing.And now her lips were against mine.Every ounce of self-control I'd clung to shattered.My hand slipped gently into her hair as I kissed her back with every emotion I'd spent months refu

RED WITH REGRET

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

I DON'T WANT YOU TO STOP

Laura's POVBy the time we got home, I had managed to convince myself that I was perfectly capable of behaving like a rational adult.That conviction lasted approximately three seconds.The moment the front door closed behind us, Quinn turned toward me.I barely had time to look up before his hands found my waist and his mouth found mine.I made a small sound against his lips, startled more by how quickly everything happened than by the kiss itself. His body was warm against mine, his familiar cologne surrounding me, and every sensible thought I had carefully collected during the drive home scattered like paper caught in a storm.This was a bad idea.A terrible idea.I knew that.I also knew I wanted it.Quinn kissed me again, His hand moved along my waist while the other settled against my ass, keeping me close as though he was afraid that if he gave me even an inch of space, I might remember that we were supposed to have boundaries.Six months of this phony marriage left. Six months

CROSS THE LINE

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

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