Todos los capítulos de Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

 The blood in Isolde’s temples suddenly ran cold. The deep baritone voice whispering behind the glass wall cut through the quiet morning of the remote village with the sharpness of a surgical blade. Found her... That single phrase shattered every bit of security she had built over the past week. Without thinking twice, Isolde stepped backward, breathing heavily. She could not get caught. She did not want to return to that hellish golden cage and become a plaything in the hands of the three Blackthorne monsters. With trembling hands, Isolde grabbed her thick jacket, hid her emergency phone inside the pocket, then turned and ran toward the back door of the rented house. Click. She hurriedly turned the lock, pushed the wooden door wide open, and immediately stepped out into the backyard, which was covered in a thin layer of mist. However, she

 Dinner in the main dining room that night proceeded in an unusual atmosphere. On the long mahogany table, an array of delicious dishes, still steaming with savory aromas, filled the space. Honey-roasted chicken, warm mushroom soup, and sweet desserts were neatly arranged with barely any room left on the table. Isolde sat at the end of the table, poking a small piece of meat on her plate with her fork without any intention of putting it into her mouth. Her stomach was indeed hungry, but her annoyance over the ridiculous rules the three men had just established had instantly killed her appetite. To her left, Evander kept staring at her intently, while Azriel, sitting across the table, occasionally placed the best pieces of meat onto Isolde's plate without being asked. Lucien, seated at the head of the table, watched the girl's every movement with a possessive gaze. "Eat, Isolde," Lucien ordered flatly but firmly, seeing that the

The distance between their lips was only a matter of millimeters. Lucien’s warm, ragged breath brushed against Isolde’s skin, while the pounding hearts of the two of them echoed against each other inside the dimly lit room. The entire outside world seemed to disappear, leaving behind nothing but an empty space filled with longing, love, and desire that had reached the brink of exploding.However, just before Lucien’s lips could fully meet Isolde’s, the sudden creak of a forcibly opened door shattered the silence of the night.Bang!“Don’t expect the two of you to enjoy yourselves alone, Lucien!”Evander’s voice thundered with anger and frustration from the bedroom doorway. The young man with messy hair strode inside, followed closely by Azriel, who walked calmly but radiated an equally deadly cold aura. The spare key held by Evander had proven effective in breaching the bedroom door’s defenses.Lucien let out a rough snort, reluctantly stopping his movement. The mature man turned his

Morning arrived at the Blackthorne mansion with pale sunlight filtering through the large glass windows of the art room in the east wing. The spacious room was filled with the scent of oil paint, turpentine, and empty canvases scattered everywhere. For weeks, this room had been like a graveyard for Azriel’s creativity; his brushes had dried, and his colors had died because there was no inspiration left in his mind.But this morning, everything was different.Azriel stood upright in front of a massive two-meter-wide canvas. Before him, Isolde sat on a wooden chair with a sour expression, her arms crossed over her chest. The girl wore an olive-green house dress, her black hair left loose and falling naturally past her shoulders.“Can you finish this quickly? I don’t have much time to be the model for your ridiculous painting, Azriel,” Isolde snapped, glaring at the man before her with her chin held high.Azriel did not get angry. Instead, the corner of his lips lifted into a mysterious,

The sound of a rhythmic, gentle knock on the bedroom door could be heard for what seemed like the umpteenth time that morning, yet it did not shake Isolde’s resolve in the slightest as she remained motionless on the bed. The girl pulled the thick blanket up until it covered half of her face, turning her back toward the tightly locked main door of her bedroom. She had absolutely no intention of getting up.It had been a full week since the chaos in the main hall caused by Chloe’s arrival. Over the past seven days, Blackthorne Mansion had officially transformed into a prison disguised as a luxurious residence, far more suffocating than before.Not only was Isolde forbidden from stepping outside the main gate, but she had even lost her basic right to simply breathe the outside air on campus. The three men had absolutely forbidden her from going to college, citing security concerns and possessive rules they had imposed unilaterally. Instead, in an attempt to quell Isolde’s protests after