All Chapters of Hidden No More: The Billionaire’s Plus-Sized Secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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IT IS WHAT IT IS

Quinn’s POVMonday morning arrived far too quickly.I had spent the entire weekend pretending I had somewhere better to be, even though I had barely left Laura’s side. She had warmed my bed more times than I cared to count, and every time I woke up with her beside me, something inside my chest loosened.I hadn’t felt this kind of peace in a long time.Which was precisely why I was beginning to hate Monday already.The meeting with Anto was necessary. I knew that. I had arranged it for a reason, even if Laura still had no idea what that reason was. But every time I looked at her, I found myself questioning whether I should postpone the entire damn thing and spend the day somewhere far less complicated.Like my bedroom.Laura stood in the living room, checking herself in the mirror one last time. She wore a fitted white shirt tucked into a black skirt, with a tailored jacket sitting neatly over her shoulders. It was professional enough for a business meeting.Unfortunately, it was also

CHANGE EVERYTHING

Laura’s POVThe tension in the boardroom was nearly palpable.I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Watching me. Watching Quinn. Watching the strange little battle of wills unfolding between him and Anto. Most especially, Anto's eyes kept drifting from Quinn to me and then back to Quinn, as though he was trying to solve some puzzle that neither of us had given him permission to touch.It was unsettling.The only thing keeping me grounded was Quinn's hand resting on my thigh beneath the table, his fingers moving in slow, absentminded circles against the fabric of my skirt. Every now and then, his thumb brushed over the same spot, a quiet reminder that I wasn't sitting here alone.It made me feel less like a zoo animal.Because that was what it felt like.Everyone was watching.The meeting began with Anto already making demands, which immediately put Quinn in a mood that could probably curdle milk."This merger has been prolonged for far too long," Anto began, calmly shuffling through the

BIG DECISION

Laura’s POVThe decision felt enormous.Everyone was staring at me, waiting for an answer, but my mouth refused to cooperate. I should say something. I definitely had to say something. Yet every time I tried to gather my thoughts, another question appeared and pushed the first one aside.What if I made the wrong decision?What if accepting Anto’s offer turned out to be one of the best things that could happen to Titan Media? What if it opened doors I hadn't even imagined? What if refusing it meant I was throwing away an opportunity I might never get again?And what if accepting it was exactly what Anto wanted?There were simply too many what-ifs running through my head.Before I could force myself to speak, a calm, familiar hand settled around my shoulders.“Perhaps we should give her some time to think about this,” Quinn said, his voice steady beside me.I looked up at him.He wasn't looking at Anto anymore.He was looking at me.Anto seemed to consider that for a moment before givin

DON'T CROSS ME

Laura’s POVMy father was waiting in one of the smaller executive offices when Quinn and I finally walked in.For one strange second, I forgot how to breathe.George stood beside the window with one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers, his attention fixed on the city outside. His hair had more gray in it now, salt and pepper threaded through the dark strands, but somehow he looked exactly the same.He still had that polished, expensive appearance that made people instinctively straighten their backs when he entered a room. His shirt was perfectly pressed, his watch probably cost more than a standard apartment, and his expression carried the same detached confidence I remembered from childhood.The same face that had watched me grow up without ever really seeing me.I hadn't seen him in almost two years.And somehow, the sight of him didn't make me feel nostalgic.It made my stomach twist.His gaze shifted from the window to me, then to Quinn.A smile slowly appeared.“Well,” h

DIFFICULT TO READ

Quinn’s POVTwo days later, I was beginning to suspect that every answer we found only managed to create three more questions.I sat behind my desk, staring at Devon across from me while he leaned back in his chair like he had absolutely no idea that my patience was hanging by a thread.“So,” I said, folding my hands together. “Tell me what you know.”Devon blinked. “About what?”I stared at him.He grinned.“Right. Sorry. The kidnapping investigation.”“I'm glad we're on the same page.”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I've been talking to Elena.”I immediately narrowed my eyes.“Just talking?”“Talking. Going out. Eating. Watching her glare at me while I annoy her. Normal things.”“Have you learned anything useful?”“Not exactly.”My jaw tightened.Devon lifted both hands. “I'm getting there.”“You've been getting there for weeks.”“And Rome wasn't built in a day.”“Don't compare my investigation to the Roman Empire.”“Fine. The empire was significantly less comp

EXERCISE OF HUMILIATION

Laura’s POVBy the time we reached Bellmere, I had already regretted agreeing to this weekend at least twelve times.Bellmere was the kind of quiet coastal city where wealthy people went when they wanted to disappear without actually giving up their private chefs, security teams, or enormous houses. My father had one of his vacation estates here, tucked away behind tall iron gates and rows of perfectly trimmed hedges.Quinn’s hand rested over mine as we drove through the gates.I stared through the window.Nothing had changed.The house was enormous, almost ridiculous in size, with tall windows, white stone walls, and balconies overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful.And somehow, the moment I stepped inside, I felt like a child again.The polished floors. The expensive paintings. The endless rooms that seemed to exist solely to impress people who weren't me.I remembered growing up in houses like this, constantly looking for my father's attention and constantly discovering that there

RUNNING AFTER HER

Quinn’s POVI had never seen Laura this upset.She had gotten pissed at me more than once since we had met. I had seen her angry, frustrated, annoyed, and even downright furious, but this was different. This wasn't the sharp irritation she usually threw at me before eventually cooling down. This was something deeper, something that had settled beneath her skin and made her entire body seem tense.I had already known she didn't have a good relationship with her father. The first time I met George, I could practically feel the resentment radiating from Laura whenever he spoke. But tonight, it was as if he had deliberately picked at every wound he knew she had.And I couldn't understand why.I walked back into the dining room and pulled out my chair, dropping into it heavily. Eliza was still seated beside George, looking considerably more uncomfortable than she had earlier.“Did you try to calm her down?” George asked, reaching for his glass as though we hadn't just watched his daughter

ONLY YOU LAURA

Quinn’s POVI chased after Laura until we reached the guest room, and the second she stepped inside, she spun around and slammed the door. I pushed it shut behind us and locked it, needing a moment where there were no distractions, no George, no Eliza, no damn garden, just the two of us. Laura turned away from me immediately, her shoulders stiff and her arms folded tightly across her chest.“Laura, listen. I don't know what you're thinking, but nothing happened,” I said, stepping toward her.“I don't know what to say to you, Quinn,” she muttered, refusing to look at me.I reached for her and pulled her closer.“Laura.”She immediately tried to pull herself free, and I held on for a second longer than I should have.“You're hurting me,” she said.I released her instantly.The guilt hit me hard.“I'm sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn't mean to.”She walked toward the bed and sat down, crossing her arms again as she stared at the floor. I remained standing for a moment, trying to figure ou

A PERFECT LIE

Laura's POVI hadn't spoken to my father all day.I didn't intend to.As far as I was concerned, the sooner this wedding was over, the sooner I could get back to my real life. My lawyers could handle every ridiculous demand he planned to make. If he truly believed he was entitled to my earnings, he could argue that in court instead of pretending to be a loving father.That bridge had burned years ago.Today's ceremony wasn't going to rebuild it.The wedding was exactly what I expected.Grand.Extravagant.Every corner of the estate overflowed with white flowers, glittering chandeliers, and decorations expensive enough to buy a small house. Famous producers, actors, politicians, musicians, and business executives filled nearly every seat. Cameras flashed every few seconds, capturing smiles that felt rehearsed and laughter that sounded just a little too polished.Everything sparkled.Everything looked perfect.Everything felt fake.As I watched my father stand at the altar beside Eliza,

A FAMILIAR STRANGER

Laura’s POVWhen I woke up, the ceiling was spinning.Not metaphorically. Not in the poetic, dramatic way people described when they were dizzy.Actually spinning.I blinked several times, hoping my vision would settle, but that only seemed to make things worse. The ceiling swayed above me, the edges of the room blurring into one another until I had to squeeze my eyes shut.My head hurt.God, my head hurt.What happened?I slowly opened my eyes again and immediately regretted it.The guest room.My father’s estate.I pushed myself upright, only for the entire room to tilt violently to the left.“Whoa.”I grabbed the edge of the mattress before I could fall over.Why was I still here?I remembered the wedding. The reception. My father laughing at that disgusting comment about my weight. I remembered walking away from him, my head pounding, my body feeling strange.Then nothing.I swallowed.I was supposed to be leaving.Quinn and I were supposed to leave last night.I tried standing.B

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