All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vivienne swiftly retrieved her laptop from behind the pile of pillows the moment the sound of Julian and Tristan's footsteps completely disappeared from the upper corridor. Page after page of digital files that had been unlocked using Tristan's encryption key the previous night was now displayed clearly before her round eyes.Vivienne's plump fingers moved rapidly, her gaze locking onto a hidden folder marked with an overseas registration code. A cold smile laden with political intrigue slowly formed on her pale lips."Illegal mining investments in the northern district under a private shell company..." Vivienne hissed in a slow voice, her eyes gleaming with calculations fueled by burning vengeance. "So this is your secret gold mine, Christian Vance."Without wasting any time, Vivienne turned on her backup phone and sent copies of all the digital documents to Benita through an instant messaging service protected by multiple layers of encryption."Benita, anonymously distribute these f

The antique wall clock in the upstairs corridor ticked slowly, its sound echoing in perfect rhythm with the tension that had completely engulfed the night. Saturday night had finally arrived, marking the final moments before that insane agreement would officially begin the following morning. The atmosphere outside Vivienne's confinement room was incredibly oppressive; two pairs of well-built bodyguards stood on high alert on either side of the door under direct orders from Christian and Julian. The two cousins of the Vance clan could hardly wait for sunrise to claim their share of the voluptuous body of the Queen of the Thorne clan.Click.Tristan pushed his way into the room after passing the scrutinizing stares of the guards outside. As soon as the door closed tightly behind him, the young crown prince clenched his strong jaw so hard that the veins along his neck bulged visibly. His dark eyes shimmered with overwhelming panic that had reached its absolute peak that night. He paced b

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away from the Vance clan's residence, a luxurious villa hidden among the hills of the western district stood peacefully beneath the embrace of the morning mist. Inside the warm living room, Vivienne sat gracefully on a cream velvet sofa, dressed in a satin silk robe that accentuated the curves of her now fully recovered figure. The remnants of yesterday's fever had completely disappeared, replaced by an extraordinarily sharp gleam of cunning in her large eyes.Benita hurried out of the kitchen carrying a high-encryption laptop before placing it in front of Vivienne, breathing heavily as she struggled to contain her triumphant laughter that morning."Look at this, Vivienne! The international clearing process is one hundred percent complete!" Benita exclaimed, her voice slow yet overflowing with satisfaction. She pointed at the screen displaying the balance of their shadow account, which had skyrocketed to tens of millions of dollars without a single dedu

Meanwhile, Tristan had remained standing rigidly behind Alistair's chair all this time. The dark eyes of the crown prince were fixed on Vivienne, filled with profound pain and disappointment. His strong jaw was clenched tightly, suppressing the turmoil raging inside his chest after realizing that he had merely been used as her means of escape the previous night. "Then... what compensation are you asking from us in exchange for all these offers, Vivienne?" Tristan asked in a low, hoarse voice that sounded utterly rigid that night. Vivienne shifted her gaze toward Tristan. A sweet look briefly appeared in her eyes, as though sending a manipulative signal that once again ensnared the crown prince's sanity, before she turned back to Alistair with a cold expression. "My conditions are absolute and non-negotiable," Vivienne declared in a firm voice as she tapped the tabletop with her warm, chubby finger. "First, that insane Sunday contract, where the four of you intended to torment me

The master suite in the west wing welcomed Vivienne with absolute luxury. A king-size bed with gold-carved mahogany posts stood grandly in the center of the room, layered with pristine, ultra-comfortable white silk sheets. There were no more hidden iron bars, no more active cyber surveillance cameras in the corners of the ceiling—Tristan himself had ensured that all spy lens frequencies in that area were completely dead by Alistair's orders tonight. Alistair stepped inside, following behind Vivienne, standing tall in the center of the room with both hands resting on his golden lion-head cane. "The seventy percent of the funds you promised must enter the Vance clan's main clearing account before nine tomorrow dawn, Vivienne," Alistair said in a heavy baritone voice, exerting a dense psychological pressure as the supreme leader. "I accept this behind-the-scenes alliance because I see that your cunning potential can save our clan's energy to crush Thorne Enterprises. But never dare to t