บททั้งหมดของ Hidden No More: The Billionaire’s Plus-Sized Secret: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Laura's pov The kitchen smelled like bananas, cinnamon, and something warm I couldn't quite name.I stood beside Riley with flour dusted across the front of my shirt, staring suspiciously at the bowl in front of me."Are you sure this is supposed to look like that?" I asked.Riley glanced into the bowl. "It looks fine.""It looks like cement.""That's because you mixed it too much.""I did what you told me to do.""I told you to fold it.""I folded it.""You attacked it."I laughed.JJ was sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging his little legs while watching us work. Every few seconds, he reached for a banana on the counter until Riley slapped his hand away."Mommy, I'm hungry," he complained."The bread isn't ready.""I can eat the banana.""That's for the bread."He looked at me. "Can I eat your banana?"I laughed. "I think your mom has made it very clear that nobody is eating those bananas."He sighed dramatically and dropped his head.Riley shook her head. "Don't encourage him.

Quinn's pov The first thing I noticed when I walked into the hospital was the silence.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that came from people being afraid to speak too loudly around someone who might not make it through the night.Devon walked beside me, his expression unusually serious.“Do you really want to go in there?,” he asked.“I do.”He sighed. “Fine. But don't expect me to pretend this is a good idea.”I ignored him.The nurse led us through the intensive care unit, and when the door opened, I stopped.Jesus.Anto looked nothing like the man I remembered.His face was swollen and bruised. Tubes ran from his mouth and chest, wires covered his body, and machines surrounded the bed. His skin looked frighteningly pale beneath the hospital lights.I stared through the glass.“That bad?” I asked.Devon didn't answer immediately.“Yes,” he finally said.My throat tightened.I had never liked Anto. There had always been something about him that made me uncomfortable, especially wher

EMBER'S POVA few months later.I stared at the pictures spread across my laptop and smiled.There were dozens of them.Laura before the fame. Laura before the expensive clothes, before the makeup artists, before people started calling her beautiful. Laura with the fuller face, the thicker arms, the body she had spent years pretending never existed.I had saved every picture I could find.Tonight, I was finally going to use them.Hemsworth had chosen her over me. He had looked at me like I was the problem, like I had ruined everything, while Laura somehow walked away with a career, a beautiful face, and the sympathy of the entire world.He had no right.I opened the anonymous account I had created and uploaded the first picture.Then another.Then another.I typed the caption slowly, enjoying every word.“Remember when everyone called her ugly and overweight? Apparently fame comes with a second chance.”I laughed.“Let’s see how long the princess keeps her crown.”I posted it and lean

Anto’s POVI had forgotten what it felt like to wake up without pain.Not completely, anyway.There were moments when the medication dulled everything enough for me to pretend I was normal. Then I would try to move my arm, shift my leg, or take a deeper breath, and my body would remind me that normal was still somewhere far away.It had been almost two months since the accident.Two months of hospital ceilings.Two months of nurses checking my blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature, wounds, medications, and every other number that apparently decided whether I got to see another morning. Someone was always coming into my room. A nurse would adjust something, a doctor would examine me, a physiotherapist would make me perform some tiny movement that left me exhausted.My lungs had taken the worst beating.For days, I had needed machines to help me breathe. My kidneys had struggled. My liver had been affected. My heart had scared everyone enough that nobody stopped watching it closel

LAURA'S POVThe first thing I heard after my son was born was his cry.The second thing I heard was Riley crying beside me.I smiled weakly as the nurse placed my baby against my chest. He was tiny, warm, red-faced, and furious about being dragged into the world.“Hello,” I whispered, touching his cheek. “You really took your time.”Riley laughed through her tears.“You were screaming five minutes ago.”“I was allowed to.”The nurse adjusted the blanket around him. I stared at his face, trying to understand that he was mine.My son.But one thought remained buried beneath everything else.Who was his father?The answer had followed me for nine months.I had tried not to think about it. I had failed.A knock sounded, and Riley turned.Quinn stood at the doorway.He looked like he had driven through half the country without stopping. His hair was messy, his shirt wrinkled, and his face was pale with exhaustion.His eyes went straight to the baby.He stopped breathing for a second.“Can