All Chapters of Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Azriel twirled the handle of his paintbrush between his fingers with remarkable calm, as though the tension that had just filled the studio had been nothing more than an illusion. He looked up and met Lucien's gray eyes, which were piercing into him mercilessly."I was watching porn," Azriel replied flatly, without the slightest hint of nervousness in his voice.Lucien frowned, the corner of his lips twitching sharply at the answer. Without warning, he strode forward. His large hand shot out and immediately grabbed Azriel's right ear, twisting it hard enough to jerk the youngest man's head to the side."Ow—Brother, let go," Azriel complained, finally grimacing as he set his brush down on the table."Disgusting," Lucien hissed, releasing his ear with a rough shove. He flicked his hand as though he had just touched something filthy. "The moaning sounds from your phone were incredibly annoying downstairs. Put on your earphones if you're going to do something so useless, Azriel.""Yeah, y

"Young Miss, the car is ready outside," Aunt Hiyuni, the senior housekeeper of Blackthorne Mansion, called out as she respectfully lowered her head at the doorway of Isolde's room.Isolde let out a heavy sigh as she stared at her reflection, still dressed in a loose maroon T-shirt. Reluctantly, she picked up her small crossbody bag and followed behind the middle-aged woman. At the very least, she could get away for a while from the house inhabited by those lion-headed perverted men.After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived in front of a magnificent glass building in an elite district of South Jakarta. Le Sillage Salon & Spa. The number one beauty destination frequented by socialites and top celebrities.The moment the three-meter-tall glass doors opened, the scent of lavender and jasmine essential oils immediately filled the air. Inside the gold-and-white-themed interior, several tall young women with model-like figures sat casually on velvet sofas, designer outfits perfectly hugging

The moment the glass door of the salon opened for the second time, the atmosphere inside instantly shifted by 180 degrees. Lucien stepped in with a hardened jaw, leading Isolde beside him, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. The heavy and decisive sound of Lucien's dress shoes echoed across the marble floor, immediately silencing the soft laughter of the two socialite women seated on the velvet sofa."Martin," Lucien called, his voice low yet filled with deadly danger.A man wearing glasses and a neatly tailored suit—Martin Luther, Lucien's trusted personal assistant—immediately stepped forward from the entrance after receiving an emergency phone call several minutes earlier."Yes, Master Lucien?" Martin asked with a respectful bow.Lucien stopped in the middle of the room and directed his icy gray eyes toward the two beautiful blonde women in tight-fitting outfits who had mocked Isolde earlier. The women instantly turned pale, realizing who the man standing beside their ta

Isolde sank deeper into the velvet sofa cushions, trying to create an imaginary distance from the encirclement of the two Blackthorne men. Her heart pounded fiercely beneath her chest, wrapped in her gown.Bzzzt... bzzzt...The phone inside Azriel's trouser pocket vibrated loudly. The pale man let out a quiet grunt, reached into his pocket, and glanced at the illuminated screen. He shot Isolde a reluctant look before finally stepping back."I'll take a call from the studio first," Azriel said shortly, his voice sounding flat yet filled with annoyance as he walked away toward the outer corridor.Azriel's departure did not cool the atmosphere in the living room. Instead, Evander immediately seized the opportunity. The well-built man shifted closer, leaving no space between them as he pressed against Isolde's left side until their thighs brushed against each other."Now the nuisance is gone," Evander whispered in a low, incredibly sensual tone.Before Isolde could protest, Evander's stro

Lucien immediately pulled his face away, breaking the last trace of intimacy lingering between their lips. The eldest Blackthorne rose to his feet in one swift motion, bracing both hands on his hips as he tried to steady his still-ragged breathing. Beneath him, Isolde lay sprawled on the bed, her breaths no less uneven. Her white Sabrina dress had shifted slightly, and worst of all, the lipstick and makeup around her lips were completely smudged after being thoroughly ravaged by Lucien's hungry kisses.Without saying a word, Lucien began straightening his slightly wrinkled white tuxedo. He bent down slightly, taking Isolde's hand to help her sit up, then smoothed the folds of her ivory-white dress with cold, detached movements as though the heated scene that had just taken place on the bed had never happened at all.Click.Lucien pulled open the presidential suite door with a firm motion and found Martin Luther still standing guard outside."Martin, call the makeup team back to this r