All Chapters of Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isolde sat quietly in the back seat of the car, clutching her small handbag tightly against her chest. Near her feet lay a worn-out suitcase. Her eyes were swollen and sore. Inside her mind, the echoes of cruel laughter from the hotel ballroom still played mercilessly, accompanied by strangers' whispers judging the fullness of her body.Humiliating.Utterly humiliating.The moment she turned on her phone, the screen was flooded with dozens of notifications that tore at her heart. Messages full of insults from Gavin's family, along with a short video circulating online: Plus-Size Girl Humiliated on Her Engagement Day. The video clearly showed her falling hard to the floor with her dress torn.Isolde's breath caught in her throat. She immediately turned off her phone and looked out the window, struggling desperately to hold back her tears. The cream-colored satin evening gown clinging tightly to her body now felt suffocating. The dress she had deliberately chosen to please Gavin was now

"Then why are you wandering around at this hour of the night?" Azriel asked, his voice lowering while his fingers still held the back of Isolde's neck captive."I-I'm hungry!" Isolde squeaked in panic. Her ragged breaths felt warm against Azriel's bare chest."If you're hungry, the kitchen is down the corridor on the left," Azriel said flatly, yet his eyes remained fixed on Isolde's full lips, stained black with paint from where his thumb had brushed them earlier. "There's no food in this room for you to eat. Or could it be... that you actually came here on purpose to watch me?"Isolde flinched.This physical closeness was far too intimate, making her entire body tremble. Feeling threatened by Azriel's madness, she intended to turn around and leave immediately."Sorry, I... I didn't mean to spy on you.""Oh?"Instead of releasing her, Azriel's grip around Isolde's full waist tightened.With one powerful tug, he pulled Isolde's curvy body into the dimly lit art studio and shut the glas

In the dining room, Isolde sat at the luxurious dining table with no appetite left, yet she had been forced to come downstairs because otherwise, Lucien had threatened to have the servants drag her down."There will be several adjustments to the rules during your stay in this mansion, Miss Isolde," Lucien said, breaking the silence at the dining table without taking his focus away from the business tablet in his hand.Isolde, who was spreading jam on her toast, immediately frowned."What rules now?""Starting today, you are not allowed to leave the mansion grounds alone. A Blackthorne personal driver will strictly take you to and from university. Your schedule has already been synchronized with the main security team," Lucien stated firmly.Isolde stared at him in disbelief and set her knife down with a sharp clink."Lucien, this is excessive! I'm not a prisoner!""You're living under the Blackthorne roof now, so obey," Lucien replied coldly, leaving no room for argument."But that st

Lucien stepped closer, erasing the remaining distance between them until the clicking of his oxfords stopped right beside Isolde’s bar stool. He pulled an empty chair, then sat on it with an incredibly relaxed yet commanding movement. His eyes glanced at the half-eaten bowl of instant noodles, then shifted to stare at Isolde, who was still regulating her frantic breathing caused by Azriel’s antics earlier."That's why you shouldn't be wandering around during such critical hours like this," Lucien uttered, his voice sounding so low and deep amidst the silence of the kitchen.Isolde flinched, gently squeezing her fingers together on top of her lap. There was an implied tone in those words, as if the head of the family knew exactly that this room had just been crossed by a vortex of ill intentions from his younger brothers. Lucien did not see Azriel’s painting, nor did he catch Evander’s embrace a few minutes ago, yet his pair of gray eyes radiated a terrifying alertness.Isolde quickly

The hands of the wall clock in Isolde's room had already passed one in the morning, yet her eyelids refused to close. The woman rolled onto her right side, staring at the empty wall, then turned to her left and looked at the curtains swaying gently.Her stomach was full now. There was no longer any reason for it to ache the way it had the previous night.Yet the memory of what had happened in the backyard garden that afternoon seemed unwilling to leave. Every time Isolde closed her eyes, she could feel Evander's wet tongue against her sensitive skin again, the strange tremor that had weakened her knees, and the sensation of being suspended at the peak of desire in a tormenting way."I'll go crazy if this keeps up," Isolde whispered into the darkness of her room.Feeling hot and frustrated with her own thoughts, Isolde threw aside her silk blanket. She decided to leave her room and get some fresh air in the hallway, hoping sleep would finally come.Barefoot, she walked along the cold f