All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The leaves in the courtyard of the Thorne family mansion were still damp with the remnants of the cold afternoon dew. Vivienne stepped through the main entrance, which was opened by the head butler. Her eighty-kilogram frame felt unusually fragile this afternoon. Every joint in her body, from her shoulders to her ankles, felt stiff and throbbing with pain. The exhausting performance at the round banquet table, the sudden panic in the restroom with Christian, and the hard slap she had delivered to Giselle in the parking lot earlier had mercilessly drained the last of her remaining energy."Welcome back, Queen Lady," the head butler greeted respectfully while bowing. His eyes briefly glanced at the maroon dress Vivienne was wearing, slightly wrinkled around the chest area, but he quickly lowered his head again, maintaining proper decorum.Vivienne merely waved her hand weakly, having no interest in speaking. She trudged toward the long sofa in the living room and dropped her curvy body

The hilltop breeze that had once felt refreshing suddenly turned into a burning torment for Vivienne. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, racing against a heartbeat that felt as though it wanted to leap out of her chest. The casual dress she was wearing now clung to her body with sweat. Her thick legs, supporting her eighty-kilogram frame, were forced to keep moving, occasionally even breaking into a light run across the uneven stretch of grass.All of this was because Tristan's damn black-and-gold silk kite had suddenly snapped from its string."Vivienne, go after it! If that kite gets caught in a tree at the bottom of the hill, I'll double your punishment!" Tristan shouted from a distance. The young man stood casually with both hands tucked into the pockets of his black jacket, watching Vivienne's movements with a faintly irritating smile.Vivienne snorted fiercely, wiping the sweat dripping from her temple with the back of her hand. Her chubby face was already flushed red, not only

The warm vapor left from the bathwater still lingered faintly inside the main bedroom of the wooden villa. Vivienne sat on the edge of the bed with her thick legs stretched out, wrapped in a thick white cotton bathrobe (kimono) identical to Tristan’s. Her wet black hair was roughly tied up with a clip, leaving several loose strands sticking to her neck, which still carried a faint blush.Beside her, Tristan sat with his body leaning toward Vivienne. The young man had just finished drying his messy hair with a small towel, leaving behind a sharp, fresh masculine scent. Suddenly, Tristan grabbed Vivienne’s right hand, placing her slender fingers onto his large, warm palm."I don’t want to hear any more rejection, Vivienne. From this moment on, our relationship is official," Tristan said, his voice low yet filled with absolute emphasis, accepting no argument whatsoever.With slow and careful movements, Tristan took out an antique silver ring engraved with elegant vine patterns from his b

The steam from the herbal tea, which had already grown cold, wafted thinly in the main study of the Vance clan residence. Alistair Vance stood with his back to his desk, staring straight out the large window with both hands tightly clasped behind his back. The middle-aged figure, who was usually always calm and authoritative, was now tense, with streaks of restrained anger clearly visible on his temples. Across the desk, a middle-aged woman in a dark blue velvet dress sat with her back trembling faintly. Betty Calliesta. The biological mother of Tristan, who had disappeared without word for the past ten years, was now sitting there with glassy eyes, staring pleadingly toward the stiff back of her former husband. "Alistair, I beg you... listen to me just this once," Betty wailed, her voice hoarse, cracked with belated regret. She squeezed the handkerchief in her hand until her knuckles turned white. "I know I was wrong. I regret leaving and abandoning you all ten years ago. But back

Vivienne pushed open the door to her master bedroom with the last of her strength. The room felt quiet. She tossed her handbag onto the bed before dropping her eighty-kilogram body onto the sofa.Her head throbbed painfully.Bzzzt... Bzzzt...The phone inside her dress pocket vibrated strongly. Vivienne let out a weary sigh and answered it without looking at the screen."Hello?" Vivienne greeted hoarsely."Come to my apartment right now, Vivienne. Don't argue," Julian said from the other end of the line.Vivienne rubbed the bridge of her nose."Can it wait until tomorrow, Julian? I'm really exhausted today. My whole body feels like it's about to fall apart.""I don't care whether you're tired or not, Vivienne! I want you here tonight!" Julian snapped, his voice rising with the same fierce, forceful insistence that was so characteristic of him."Julian, please understand. I could pass out on the road if I force myself to drive right now," Vivienne said softly, leaning back as her head