CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Tristan's eyes flew open, and he immediately sat upright on the bed, breathing heavily. His powerful hand instinctively reached for the other side of the bed, but all he found was a gray bedsheet that had long since gone cold and was completely empty. "Damn it!" Tristan cursed in a thunderous baritone, slamming his fist into the mattress with enough force to produce a loud thud. The young man leaped off the bed and swept his dark eyes across every corner of the silent underground room. Vivienne's clothes, which had previously been scattered across the marble floor, had vanished without a trace. Tristan clenched his jaw so tightly that the muscles along his neck stood out. "That chubby girl really ran away!" Tristan hissed, his voice filled with fury that completely burned away the remnants of his sleep that morning. He quickly snatched up his wrinkled shirt and put it on with rough, jerking movements. "Idiot! Doesn't she realize that Daddy and my cousins are out there hunting her

Vivienne smirked with immense satisfaction, a flash of cunning victory glinting in her pair of eyes. Without giving Dominic time to rethink, Vivienne straight away stepped forward and pushed her husband’s sturdy body backward with one extremely strong shove of her plump hand. *Thud!* Dominic's sturdy body fell backward, landing on the spacious king-sized bed until the soft mattress bounced a few times. Before Dominic could regain his position, Vivienne had already crawled up onto the bed, positioning her full body right on top of Dominic’s body, locking the man's movement entirely. Vivienne stared straight into Dominic's eyes, which looked tense, then with an extremely provocative, slow motion, both of her plump hands moved up to her own clothes' collar. She lowered the upper part of her clothes with one smooth jerk, exposing her plump, full, white chest in front of her husband's face. Dominic instantly widened his eyes perfectly, w

The secret order from the main residence of the Vance clan had spread widely to all corners of the district in less than an hour. Alistair was no longer using formal legal channels, but instead deployed all underground informants, tracked civil flight manifests, and even scoured the manifest lists of interprovincial high-speed trains to find the silhouette of Vivienne’s plump body."Deploy everyone at the city borders!" ordered Julian with an extremely tight shouting voice, his pair of dark eyes flashing ferociously staring at the digital tablet screen held by his personal bodyguard. He let out a rough breath through his sharp nose. "She could not possibly have stepped too far carrying a large suitcase without inside help. Check all highway surveillance cameras right now!""We are working on it, Young Master," replied the bodyguard in a hoarse voice that trembled with fear, immediately bowing deeply and then stepping backward in a hurry before Julian’s anger exploded completely in tha

Dominic Thorne slammed the public relations report onto his desk with a violent force. His breathing came in short bursts, and his dark eyes burned red from lack of sleep after enduring two straight days of relentless pressure as the stock market continued to plummet without stopping."It has to be her! No doubt about it, this is all that fat woman's crazy doing!" Dominic roared, his booming baritone voice shaking the room and causing his personal assistant, who stood in the corner, to flinch in fear. Dominic's strong jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck tensed completely. "Find Vivienne no matter what! I'm sure she hasn't left the outskirts yet! How can all of you be so stupid that you can't even track down a single woman, huh?!""S-Sorry, Mr. Dominic... but Mrs. Vivienne's location is completely off the digital radar," the assistant replied in a trembling voice filled with fear, his head bowed deeply as if he could no longer withstand th

Vivienne kept her eyes tightly shut, clutching the edge of the thick blanket wrapped around her curvy body. Her breathing grew shorter and hotter, and a soft moan escaped her lips each time another wave of dizziness pounded through her head. Cold sweat trickled down her chubby temples, soaking the pillow beneath her.Tristan, who had not moved from the edge of the bed, immediately straightened his tall frame."Vivienne? Hey, can you hear me?" Tristan called, his voice filled with barely restrained panic. He pressed the back of his hand against the woman's plump neck once again, feeling that her body temperature was still dangerously high. "Damn it, the compress has already gone cold."Vivienne shifted restlessly, her pale, dry lips parting slightly."I'm cold... Tristan, it's so cold," Vivienne whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice as her curvy body instinctively curled deeper beneath the blanket to fight off the violent shivers consuming every nerve in her body that afternoon."How can