บททั้งหมดของ Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The massive classic-style crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the main hall of Blackthorne Mansion cast a golden glow across the room, illuminating the vast space that was nearly the size of a ballroom. A thick red carpet stretched neatly from the second-floor staircase to the long table at the end of the room. On the morning leading up to the inauguration ceremony that evening, the atmosphere inside the mansion felt far heavier than usual—not filled with romantic tension or blind jealousy anymore, but with an ominous silence wrapped in the formal suits of its occupants.Standing before the main table was Raymond, the senior attorney of the Blackthorne family who had served the family for more than four decades. The silver-haired, middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood upright beside a mahogany podium, opening a thick black leather folder containing the valuable documents left behind by the late Mrs. Berliana Blackthorne.Lucien sat in the seat of honor, his jaw

The gigantic crystal chandeliers reflected thousands of shimmering beams of light throughout the main ballroom of Blackthorne Mansion. Classical music in the Victorian style played softly from one corner of the room, blending with the hum of conversations among the invited guests from the business elite, prominent politicians, and distinguished associates who filled the room.On the main stage, which was made of intricately carved mahogany wood, Mr. Raymond, the senior family lawyer, stood upright in front of the microphone. Beside him stood Isolde in a lilac evening gown layered with soft silk that wrapped around her curvaceous body. Her chubby cheeks felt hot under the hundreds of eyes fixed directly on her."Tonight, with great pride and based on the official letter from the late Mrs. Berliana Blackthorne, we announce to all our associates and the entire extended family..." Raymond's deep voice echoed throughout the ballroom, "...that Miss Isolde has officially been recognized as t

The grand celebration party finally came to an official end shortly before midnight. The invited guests from various elite circles gradually left the main hall of the Blackthorne mansion, escorted by rows of servants who opened the large entrance gates for them. The hall, which had previously been filled with music and the clinking of glasses, gradually fell silent, leaving behind traces of luxurious perfume and a quietness that slowly crept into every corner of the room.Isolde stood alone near a large pillar in the corner of the hall. The evening gown in a hue that wrapped around her curvaceous body felt much heavier than before, no longer because of the fabric, but because of the emotional burden pressing against her chest. The cold conversation she had overheard in the library corridor earlier still echoed wildly in her mind—how Lucien, Evander, and Azriel were planning to confine her and seize control of the company's throne.However, amid her deep disappointment, a sliver of dou

The morning sun slowly climbed higher, casting pale rays through the large glass windows of the Blackthorne mansion and sweeping across the silent marble floor of the second-floor corridor. Throughout the entire night, the cold air seemed to have frozen the hallway. Lucien had not moved even an inch from his position. The mature man sat leaning against the wall beside Isolde’s bedroom door, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his eagle-like eyes looking exhausted yet remaining alert. There had been no rest, no sleep. His mind had been filled only with Isolde’s sobs from the previous night and a strange fear he had never experienced in his entire life—the fear of losing the girl forever.As soon as the clock struck seven in the morning, the carved wooden door before him creaked softly and opened from within.Lucien immediately stood up instinctively. However, the greeting or defense he had planned throughout the night suddenly caught in his throat when he sa

 Isolde’s sigh was so soft yet piercing between the distance of their faces, which were only a few centimeters apart. The gray eyes of the girl reflected an icy wall that no warmth could penetrate. “Want to know what you have to do, Lucien?” Isolde repeated in a cold voice, her lips trembling slightly while still holding absolute firmness. “The best thing you can do for me right now is get out of my sight. Never appear in front of me again, don’t control my life, and stop pretending that you care.” Lucien’s grip on Isolde’s wrist gradually loosened. The mature man stared into the girl’s eyes, his gaze filled with deep pain. No anger escaped his lips; there was only the silent devastation of a ruler realizing that the fortress he had built himself was now crushing his heart into pieces. Seeing Lucien remain silent, Isolde forcefully pulled her hand away un