Todos os capítulos de CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

*Boom!*The sentence sounded like a strike of lightning in broad daylight for Dominic Thorne. His broad body tensed perfectly, his chest heaving up and down, racing short along with a tightness that increasingly choked his respiratory tract completely this morning. Revoking inheritance rights meant Dominic would be kicked out from the highest throne of Thorne Enterprises, losing all authority, and thrown away to become useless garbage in the international stock exchange completely this morning."Grandmother, You cannot do that to me! I am the only flesh and blood successor of Thorne!" Dominic protested with a tight grinding voice full of completely thick desperation raging in his chest."Flesh and blood that cannot defend his kingdom from the chubby fingers of a woman is a defective flesh and blood, Dominic!" Catherine snapped with a bitter smile as cold as ice, ending her dialogue tag with absolute firmness. "Use the remainder of your common sense that has been drained by Giselle. Fi

The night grew deeper, wrapping the Vance clan mansion in a completely suffocating silence tonight. Inside the dimly lit main study, the aroma of cigars blended with an incredibly dense masculine tension roaring in the air. Alistair Vance stood near the large window, while Christian and Julian sat opposite each other on the leather sofa, their breath hitching in short, rushing gasps as a violent, raging sensation of lust intensely consumed the very top of their heads completely tonight."The press conference this morning was only the beginning, but I can no longer hold onto the remnants of my patience," Julian hissed, his sharp jaw clenching tightly, his hawk-like eyes flashing fiercely, filled with a mad obsession completely tonight. "Vivienne promised her fertile body three days from now, but seeing Tristan continuously receiving privileges in that room, my sanity has collapsed completely tonight."Christian chuckled low, his robust fingers tapping the glass table with a constant rh

The night crawling toward dawn left an incredibly heavy silence inside the master suite room. The remnants of the fierce storm from the treachery of the three men of the Vance clan still left a dense trace in the air, but on top of that mahogany wooden bed, time seemed to move slower with a steady rhythm. Inside the wrap of the thick white silk blanket, Vivienne was still weeping and sobbing, hiding her chubby face in the nook of Tristan's broad neck which was stained with spots of dried blood completely tonight.Tristan tightened the embrace of his strong hands on Vivienne's fertile back, letting the woman's ripe silk gown rub smoothly against his broad chest which felt painful due to the brutal beating earlier completely tonight."There now... don't cry anymore, Vivienne," Tristan whispered with an incredibly softening baritone tone of voice, hoarsely near the woman's earlobe. His robust fingers, which were trembling from enduring physical pain, continuously stroked Vivienne's black

The midday sunlight reflected brilliantly off the marble pillars of the National Asset and Finance Consolidation Building. Inside the grand conference room, the atmosphere was formal and filled with intense financial tension. Several senior officials from the Ministry of Finance and legal trustees sat in a row, facing a massive acquisition file that was about to reshape the international business landscape. Click. The solid teak double doors swung open. Vivienne stepped inside with confident strides that radiated elegance and absolute authority. She wore a premium deep maroon blazer tailored perfectly to her curvy figure, complemented by an elegant gold brooch pinned to her chest. Not a single trace of the tears she had shed remained on her chubby face; her iron composure and tactical calm had fully returned. Walking at Vivienne's right side was Tristan Vance, dressed in a formal black suit. Although his handsome face was still marked with medical bandages and bluish bruises fr

The dim, flickering glow of the neon lights hanging from the ceiling of a shabby café on the outskirts of the old town district cast an unbearably bleak and stifling atmosphere throughout the night. The smell of cheap cigarette smoke mixed with the stale aroma of old coffee hung heavily in the air, locking the silence inside the corner of the room filled with wooden tables that had long since been worn down by age. There, behind an unstable plywood table that wobbled with every slight movement, Dominic Thorne sat slumped in his seat, his broad frame looking increasingly frail that night.The former absolute ruler of Thorne Enterprises could only stare blankly at the surface of the table with a pair of eagle-like eyes that had completely lost their sharpness, bloodshot from overwhelming stress and the crushing frustration raging inside his chest that night. After being forcibly evicted from his grand mansion by the bailiffs that afternoon, and abandoned by Giselle, who had fled with th