Todos os capítulos de Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The clinking of spoons and cups against the dining table finally subsided as Evander and Azriel got up to leave. Evander grabbed his leather jacket with a stiff expression without saying a single word, while Azriel merely gave Isolde a faint smile laden with meaning before walking out of the main dining room.Rather than bringing relief, the departure of the two younger Blackthorne men only left behind an atmosphere that felt even heavier and more suffocating.The magnificent dining room suddenly fell silent. Only the chime of the antique wall clock and the morning breeze drifting in through the tall windows, gently stirring the thin curtains, could be heard. Isolde remained frozen in her seat, pretending to be busy spreading the remaining jam over her slice of toast, hoping time would somehow skip ahead so she would have an excuse to escape.But that hope vanished in an instant.Lucien slowly pushed his coffee cup across the table, producing a soft scraping sound against the marble s

Elsewhere, not far from the campus grounds, Gavin staggered toward a deserted narrow alley. The man rubbed the bruised corner of his mouth with the palm of his trembling hand. His chest rose and fell as he endured the pain in his abdomen from Evander's powerful kick earlier."Damn it! That Blackthorne bastard is completely insane!" Gavin cursed hoarsely, spitting a small amount of blood onto the ground.Gavin slammed his fist against the brick wall beside him, venting the anger and humiliation that burned inside his mind. In truth, his arrival to meet Isolde today was not merely because of some foolish regret. News of Isolde's entry into the upper circle of the Blackthorne family as a prospective young mistress had quietly spread among the upper-class business community. At the same time, Gavin's family company was on the verge of severe bankruptcy due to several parties cutting off their investments.Gavin knew very well that the only way to save his family's business from collapse w

The rumble of Lucien’s black sedan gradually softened as the luxurious vehicle entered the main courtyard of the Blackthorne mansion. The enormous iron gates swung wide open, welcoming their master’s arrival beneath the glow of the garden lights that had begun illuminating the dimming evening.The car stopped directly in front of the main entrance. Two male servants in neatly pressed uniforms promptly stepped forward, ready to welcome them and open the doors.Isolde was still catching her breath from the intense kiss inside the car earlier. She hurriedly straightened her lilac shirt, her chubby cheeks still flushed with heat. Her plump hand reached for the door handle, intending to get out on her own before the servants could notice.However, before her plump fingers could push the door open, Lucien had already moved.The mature man stepped out of the driver’s seat, strode confidently around the front of the car, and opened the front passenger door for Isolde.“Luci, I can walk by mys

The sound of the bedroom door slamming shut and locking from the inside echoed loudly, leaving behind a suffocating silence in the air. Azriel was already gone—the youngest man in the Blackthorne family had been forced to retreat from the room, his gaze still fixed in shock, the remnants of his astonishment not yet fully fading from his mind.Inside her spacious bedroom, Isolde slumped down onto the thickly carpeted floor. Her breathing was still ragged and uneven, while her plump hands wrapped tightly around her knees, which were trembling violently. Her chubby cheeks were damp with cold sweat, mixed with the lingering flush of her overwhelming anger.“Damn it... damn it! I’m really going to go crazy living in this place!” Isolde cursed, her voice hoarse and trembling violently.The curvy girl buried her face between the folds of her arms, releasing the frustration that had been building inside her chest. Today felt incredibly long, exhausting, and filled with psychological pressure

The master bedroom suddenly transformed into an arena of burning emotions. Pieces of clothing were scattered across the thickly carpeted floor, leaving only the warmth of their bodies rubbing against each other without any barrier between them. Lucien held Isolde’s curvaceous body beneath him, dominating every inch of the girl’s freedom of movement with a firmness that left no room for argument.Isolde panted heavily, her ample chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. Her chubby cheeks were flushed crimson, damp with sweat and the tears left over from her earlier panic. The touch of Lucien’s large hand on her wide waist felt scorching, burning her sensitive skin and sending an electric sensation all the way to her fingertips.The mature man moved slowly, yet each movement was filled with overwhelming dominance, causing Isolde to squeeze her eyes shut and tilt her head backward.“Luci... ah...” Isolde gasped softly, her voice breaking through the stuffy air of the room.Lucien