All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The master bedroom finally fell silent again after Christian slammed the door shut. Vivienne exhaled a long breath, letting her eighty-kilogram plump body sink into the softness of the mattress. She stared at the bedroom ceiling, trying to calm her heartbeat, which had briefly raced due to tonight's successive onslaughts.She deliberately turned her phone back on, which had previously been switched off, just to check the time. A message notification from an unknown number suddenly appeared on the screen. Vivienne furrowed her chubby brow, then tapped the message bubble. A two-minute video file downloaded automatically.As soon as the video played, a very familiar, cooing groan instantly filled the silence of the room. In the high-resolution amateur video recording, Giselle—her husband's mistress and first love—could be seen throwing her head back with her eyes closed submissively. In front of her, Dominic Thorne was fondling the woman's thin body with immense passion on

Vivienne descended the staircase with calm, graceful movements. Her eighty-kilogram figure looked refreshed after her morning shower. She was dressed in a tight cream-colored T-shirt that accentuated her curves, paired with a long black pencil skirt featuring a high slit along her right thigh.Just as she reached the living room area, the mansion's front door swung open with force.Dominic Thorne strode inside wearing a wrinkled dress shirt. His tie was nowhere to be seen, and his hair was noticeably disheveled. However, what caught Vivienne's attention the most were the reddish-purple marks scattered along his neck—a clear sign of a long and passionate night spent with Giselle.Vivienne stopped at the last step of the staircase. Folding her arms across her chest, she curled her lips into a mocking smile."Well, look who's finally home at this hour," Vivienne sneered, her gaze fixed directly on the marks decorating Dominic's neck.She let out a scornful snort."Judging by those marks,

Vivienne leaned her curvy back against the leather-upholstered office chair in her workspace. The stack of marketing documents she had just signed lay neatly on the desk. After three full hours of exhausting discussions with Benita and the investors, the tension in her shoulders gradually eased. The plus-sized woman, weighing eighty kilograms, wore a satisfied smile; her first meeting as CEO had gone smoothly without a single flaw.She picked up the black phone resting in the corner of her desk and pressed the power button. The moment the screen lit up, a flood of notification bubbles poured in nonstop, causing the slim device to vibrate violently in her plump hand.Bzzzt... Bzzzt... Bzzzt...More than a hundred missed calls and thousands of text messages filled the screen. Every single one of them came from the same name: Julian Vance. Vivienne merely raised one thick eyebrow, staring at the screen with an expression as calm as still water in a glass.Her slender fingers moved casual

The phone screen on the nightstand kept glowing, flashing Tristan’s name, demanding an answer. Vivienne, her breath coming in gasps amidst Alistair’s sweeping tongue that still pampered her core, forced her plump hand to reach out. Her trembling fingers touched the screen, and with one swift flick, she pressed the red button.Call declined.Yet, that peace lasted only three seconds. The flat device vibrated violently again on the wooden nightstand. Tristan called via video again, refusing to accept any rejection from across the ocean.Thousands of miles away, inside a luxury hotel room in Beijing, Tristan Vance threw his back against the backrest of his office chair, his face flushing dark red with annoyance. His sharp jaw clenched tightly, revealing a prominent vein straining against his neck."Damn it! How dare she reject my video call?" Tristan growled, his deep voice shattering the silence of the hotel room. His thick fingers slammed the green button roughly again. "Pick up, Vivie

Inside her quiet private office, Betty Calliesta clenched a sheet of folio paper with trembling fingers. Her eyes, already marked with faint wrinkles, widened completely as she stared at the rows of data and profile photos just sent by her trusted informant. Her breath turned shallow and tight, heavy with disbelief striking her chest.“Vivienne…” Betty whispered, saying the name in a trembling voice that echoed through the silent air. “Dominic Thorne’s wife?”Betty slumped back into her chair, throwing the papers onto the wooden desk, scattering them messily. She massaged her suddenly aching, throbbing temples. Her aristocratic mind spun rapidly, trying to process the information she had obtained after spending the entire day sending spies to track down the chubby woman she had seen at Alistair’s villa yesterday.“Hah! A wife of Dominic Thorne?” Betty exclaimed again, this time accompanied by a sharp, mocking laugh that slipped easily from her lips painted in bright red lipstick. She