All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Tristan kicked open the iron door of his underground villa with a violent thrust. His muscular arms held Vivienne's curvy body tightly against his chest, her weight feeling unusually heavy as she hung limply without strength. His breathing came in short gasps, racing alongside his pounding heartbeat as panic seeped into every fiber of his being that afternoon."Vivienne! Stay with me! Don't close your eyes!" Tristan barked in a panic-stricken voice as he strode quickly down the emergency corridor toward his black sports car. His dark eyes glanced at the chubby face resting in his arms, now as pale as a sheet, with her plump lips turning dry and bluish. "Damn it! Why is your temperature getting even higher?!"Vivienne gave no fiery retort as she usually would. She only let out a faint groan, her chubby fingers weakly clutching the collar of Tristan's shirt. "It hurts... Tristan... My head feels like it's about to split open," Vivienne whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice. Hot breaths es

The door of the exclusive treatment room slammed violently against the cement wall behind it. The hinges trembled fiercely as Alistair, Christian, and Julian stormed inside with utterly savage footsteps. Their sudden arrival instantly shattered the silence of the room, spreading an atmosphere of dominance that was chilling and suffocating.Vivienne flinched slightly on her bed, her chubby hands instinctively gripping the edge of the white hospital blanket tightly. Her round eyes widened in shock, an expression she could no longer hide on her chubby face. Her heart pounded rapidly, sending panic racing through every nerve in her still-weak body from the lingering fever.Tristan, who had been standing near the bedside table, immediately turned his strong body with a sharp motion. The crown prince’s dark eyes flashed fiercely as he stared at his father and cousins, who now stood encircling the room with hardened expressions."You?" Tristan shouted, his tone exploding with savage intensit

Vivienne walked slowly through the corridor of the Vance clan's main residence, her suitcase now in the hands of Alistair's personal guard. Her physical condition felt considerably better after the IV fluids from the hospital had fully taken effect, though traces of exhaustion still lingered faintly beneath her round eyes. Her chubby face remained held high, refusing to show even the slightest hint of fear.In the spacious living room, Alistair, Christian, and Julian were already seated around a black leather sofa. The atmosphere was thick with restrained satisfaction, mixed with a new tension that seemed ready to explode at any moment."Sit down, Vivienne."Alistair's hawk-like eyes fixed sharply on the voluptuous woman from the Thorne clan as he tapped his fingers against the marble table.Vivienne dropped her plump body onto the single sofa across from them and crossed her legs with remarkable calm, as though she were not a prisoner at all."You brought me here in such a hurry. So,

Tristan stood frozen for several seconds, feeling the warmth that spread from Vivienne’s soft lips. His heartbeat pounded rapidly, triggering the surge of dark obsession he had been suppressing all this time. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Tristan’s strong hand moved to grip the back of Vivienne’s neck, pulling his firm body forward to return the kiss in a more feral and demanding way this afternoon. Thud! Vivienne suddenly raised both of her plump hands, pushing Tristan’s broad chest with a single forceful shove that broke their lip lock. Her breath turned short and heavy, her chubby face stiffening with her round eyes narrowed sharply as she endured the lingering dizziness in her head. “Stop, Tristan! I’m sick, my breathing is not regular,” Vivienne snapped loudly in an irritated tone. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand while turning her face away toward the window. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to suppress the tightness in her throat. Tristan flinched.

Vivienne waited until the sound of Tristan's firm footsteps had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor before she slowly pushed aside the thick blanket wrapped around her plump body. The lingering panic from the alarm earlier still left her breathing in short, hurried breaths that afternoon. Moving with extreme caution, she reached for Benita's backup phone with high-level encryption specifications, which she had hidden beneath a fold of clothing inside her suitcase.She immediately dialed a specially programmed random number. As soon as the call connected on the third ring, Vivienne pressed the device close to her ear, her fingers tightening around it."Benita! We have to move fast!" Vivienne whispered in a voice that was extremely soft yet filled with fierce urgency. Her chubby face flushed red as she struggled to contain the turmoil burning in her chest. "What happened with the alarm in Alistair's room made me realize that their physical security system is far too risky.