Todos os capítulos de CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The fading afternoon sunlight cast a golden glow along the main boulevard of the city's business district that afternoon. The roar of a premium 1000cc sport motorcycle tore through the silence of the streets with its thunderous, ferocious engine. Seated at the front of the luxurious motorcycle, Tristan Vance held the handlebars with his steady hands, while Vivienne sat comfortably behind him that afternoon. Vivienne's curvy body, wrapped in a modern cream-colored knitted dress with a Korean aesthetic, fit her perfectly, radiating the dark charm of a cyber queen who had just claimed the highest throne in the international market that afternoon. Her long black hair swayed beautifully in the afternoon breeze. When their sport motorcycle came to a stop at a red light, Vivienne's round eyes suddenly narrowed coldly. Through the visor of her protective helmet, she caught sight of a man dressed in tattered clothes staggering along the sidewalk that afternoon. The man was Dominic Thorne. He

The glow of the cold night light pierced through to the bones, enveloping the small pavilion room hidden in the back area of the Thorne clan complex. That place became the remaining final defense that could still be accessed secretly before the legal authorities completely locked all the outer iron seal access. The atmosphere inside the room felt so oppressive to the heart, full of the remnants of anger and heavy stress that festered tightly in the crown of the head.Dominic Thorne barged into the pavilion with fiercely trembling footsteps. Shortly after being forcefully evicted from his main house, he did not go far away; instead, he crawled back to this place for the sake of begging for the remnants of mercy. His handsome face was deathly pale, and his torn, messy set of clothes looked dull, full of city street asphalt stains.Without caring about the remnants of his masculine pride that had been completely crushed and ruined, Dominic immediately dropped his knees onto the cold conc

The gentle friction of the thin knit gown sliding down onto the oak wood floor marked the collapse of all remaining self-control inside the main room of the villa tonight. The strong night wind blowing outside the large glass wall was completely unable to cool down the intimate atmosphere that was already burning fiercely on top of the wooden table. Tristan did not give a distance of even a single millimeter; his robust body pressed forward, locking Vivienne's voluptuous curves until the woman's shapely chest was pressed tightly against his firm, broad chest.Tristan's pair of dark eyes flashed wildly, filled with the heavy stress of lust that he had long held back in the crown of his head. His sturdy hands moved roughly yet laden with absolute ownership, squeezing Vivienne's voluptuous hips until the woman tilted her head back, tensing all the nerves of her body. Tristan buried his lips over Vivienne's ripe lips, devouring them with an overly demanding and wet chewing, forcing Vivien

The clock hands had just passed the number ten in the morning when the roar of the premium sports motorcycle engine belonging to Tristan Vance sliced through the silence of the main gate of the Vance clan's grand residence. The remnants of the hillside dew seemed to still linger on the black leather jacket wrapped around the broad body of the crown prince. In the row behind the steering handle, Vivienne got down with graceful movements, tidying up the Korean aesthetic maroon blazer wrapping the silhouette of her plump body. Her chubby face looked fresh and calm, absolutely not radiating any remnants of exhaustion from the high-level game of passion that locked their hot night on top of the hill earlier.However, that fictitious peace was instantly shattered into pieces as soon as the four-meter-high teak door leaf of the main pavilion was violently swung open from the inside.Without the slightest warning, three shadows of well-built men rushed forward, closing the distance. **Julian

The clinking of crystal glasses and the dim glow of the luxurious chandeliers in the private banquet hall on the top floor of the Vance Mansion created an overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere that night. No ordinary servants were allowed to step beyond the outer corridor. This Saturday night had been reserved exclusively by Alistair, Julian, and Christian to celebrate their absolute victory over the collapse of Thorne Enterprises while carrying out the secret plan they had carefully prepared during yesterday's internal meeting.Julian Vance stood beside the mahogany bar, slowly swirling a glass filled with amber-colored liquor between his strong fingers. His firm jaw was tightly clenched, concealing the burning obsession and possessive desire that had consumed him for weeks."Have all the external cyber security systems been redirected to our primary backup system?" Julian asked in a low baritone voice, looking at Christian, who was examining his primary device.Christian Vance nodded