Todos os capítulos de Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

 The droplets of water that had soaked Lucien’s face from Isolde’s splash had now dried, leaving an intense stiffness etched across the firm jaw of the head of the Blackthorne family. Behind the tightly locked bedroom door, Lucien remained motionless. However, the long silence outside gradually began to erode the mask of desperation he had briefly displayed. The remnants of fake remorse in his eyes evaporated, replaced by the sharp, calculating gaze of an eagle, now dominated by an ambition far darker than before. Several hours later, that weary gaze transformed into a cold smirk. Lucien drew a deep breath, straightened his once-crumpled black formal shirt, then turned around and walked away from the silent corridor with determined steps. For a man like Lucien Blackthorne, the absolute ruler who had built an empire as vast as Blackthorne Group through years of blood and sweat, surrender was not part of his vocabulary

  Isolde pushed Evander and Lucien away with the last of her remaining strength, then ran as fast as she could through the gap between them. Her unsteady steps carried her into the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. She slammed the wooden door shut and immediately locked it from the inside with trembling hands. Inside the cramped room, Isolde slid down against the bathroom door. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as though she were struggling for air. The touches from earlier, the masculine scents that had surrounded her senses, and the hungry gazes of the three men had thrown her entire defense system into chaos. Without realizing it, a strange wave of arousal had spread through her bloodstream, making her skin feel hot and sensitive. Knock, knock, knock. A soft knock sounded against the bathroom door. The voice that followed did not sound threatening like

The small bathroom felt increasingly suffocating with the presence of the three men surrounding Isolde. Yet, amid the numb silence, Lucien could no longer bear to see the empty gaze and endless tears flowing from the girl's gray eyes. The passive kiss without resistance had felt like a harsh slap across his face—a testament that he had destroyed the soul within that body until it was shattered into pieces.Without the slightest hesitation, Lucien rose from his crouched position. The mature man pushed aside every doubt in his mind, then, with a swift and powerful movement, bent down and gathered Isolde's full body into his arms.Isolde let out a faint gasp at the sudden movement. However, she did not resist. Her head drooped weakly against Lucien's broad chest, allowing her exhausted body to be carried out of the main bathroom toward Lucien's private bedroom at the far end of the mansion's east wing.Evander and Azriel could only stand stunned, staring sharply at Lucien's back as he car

 The early morning still enveloped the Blackthorne mansion when the cold air crept in through the slightly open window of Lucien's bedroom. The sky outside was still dark, leaving behind the remnants of the night's deep silence. On the king-size bed covered with black sheets, Lucien slept soundly in a state of extreme exhaustion after the storm of passion that had drained all his energy the night before. Beside the bed, Isolde slowly opened her eyes. She had not slept all night. Her mind was working far faster than her body, which still felt sore and battered. Seeing Lucien sleeping soundly beside her with steady breathing, a cold, calculating glint flashed in Isolde's gray eyes. Just as she had sworn the previous night, she would not allow herself to become a victim to be pitied. She would play this dirty game until the very end, making the Blackthorne heirs kneel under her control. Without making a sound,

 Lucien's sharp roar echoed throughout every corner of the magnificent dining room. Within a split second, the cold tension that had previously overshadowed the relationship between the three Blackthorne heirs vanished, replaced by a wave of panic and anger that was far more deadly. Without wasting even a second, Lucien roughly pushed his chair backward. The mature man strode away from the dining table, followed by Evander and Azriel, who moved like lightning with equally darkened expressions filled with menace. The three men ran up the main staircase to the upper floor, charging through the long corridor until they reached Isolde's bedroom door. Lucien immediately pushed the bedroom door wide open. The room was completely empty. There was no sign of the girl anywhere; the bed sheets were neatly arranged, the wardrobe was slightly open with several empty hangers, and Isolde's beloved suitcase was gone.