All Chapters of The Plus Size Wife's Revenge:Triplets For Two Billionaires: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Chapter 62: Asher’s Regret** The neutral conference room at the Eldridge Plaza Hotel was bathed in soft, diffused lighting designed to calm high-stakes negotiations. Chloe arrived precisely on time, dressed in a striking royal blue wrap dress from her own collection. The fabric draped elegantly over her full breasts, cinched at her natural waist, and flowed over the generous curves of her hips and thighs, celebrating rather than concealing her plus-size figure. She carried a sleek portfolio and wore minimal jewelry—confident armor for what promised to be an emotionally charged meeting. Asher waited alone at the polished table, as agreed. No lawyers. No Victoria. Just the two of them and two of Chloe’s trusted security personnel stationed outside the door. He stood when she entered, his expression a mixture of hope and deep regret. The past months had aged him visibly—new lines around his eyes, a more subdued posture—but there was a quiet strength in him now that hadn’t been there

**Chapter 64: Family Ties**The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across Leo’s room. Chloe sat on the edge of the bed, cradling her six-year-old son against her generous chest. Leo’s small body trembled slightly as another wave of stomach pain hit him. His dark hair, so similar to Asher’s, was damp with sweat against her shoulder. The royal blue wrap dress she had worn earlier was now replaced by a soft, oversized sleep shirt that draped over her full curves, offering comfort to both mother and child.“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” Chloe whispered, rocking him gently. Her hand rubbed slow circles on his back while her heart raced with worry. The on-call pediatrician had arrived within minutes and was now examining Leo with calm professionalism.“Mild food sensitivity or possible stress-related tummy ache,” Dr. Patel concluded after a thorough check. “No fever. No serious indicators. Keep him hydrated, light foods for the next day, and monitor. But given the emotional chang

**Chapter 66: Power Plays**The boardroom at Chloe Brownish Designs headquarters buzzed with controlled tension. Sunlight streamed through the glass walls, illuminating the long mahogany table where Chloe sat at the head. She wore a striking power suit in deep crimson—a signature piece from her latest collection that perfectly hugged her voluptuous figure. The tailored blazer accentuated her full breasts and nipped waist, while the matching pencil skirt highlighted the generous curves of her hips and thighs. Her presence commanded the room, a far cry from the broken woman thrown into the rain years ago.“Status report,” she said firmly, voice carrying quiet authority.Her team delivered the updates. The business war with Brownish Holdings had escalated sharply. Two more retailers had pulled back under pressure from Victoria’s coalition. Shipments were delayed. A whisper campaign was gaining traction in elite circles, questioning the stability of her brand due to “personal entanglement

**Chapter 68: Obsession Unleashed**The study door had barely clicked shut behind them when Alvin’s control snapped completely. The man who had promised to loosen his grip after their midnight confessions was gone. In his place stood the ruthless, darkly possessive billionaire who had rescued Chloe from the rain and claimed her as his own.“You spent the entire afternoon with him,” Alvin growled, backing her against the heavy oak desk. His eyes burned with raw, unleashed obsession. “Smiling at him. Letting our children hug him. While I sat here waiting, knowing exactly how he looks at you.”Chloe’s breath caught as his large hands gripped her waist, lifting her onto the desk with ease. The sunflower-yellow sundress rode up her thick thighs, exposing soft, smooth skin. “Alvin, it was for the children—”“No.” His voice was velvet-wrapped steel. One hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back as his mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising, devour

**Chapter 70: Breaking Points**The private elevator to the penthouse opened with its usual soft chime, but the air that met Chloe felt different—charged, as if the glass walls themselves had absorbed the tension of the last forty-eight hours. She stepped out carrying Max’s small backpack and Nora’s forgotten sketchbook. Liam trailed behind her, unusually quiet, his hand brushing the side of her coat every few steps the way he did when the world felt too large.Alvin was waiting in the living room.He stood with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights sharp behind him, sleeves rolled, tie discarded. The moment his eyes found hers, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. He had been informed—of course he had—that she had spent the afternoon with Asher and the children at the conservatory. His people missed nothing.“Go with Mrs. Hensley,” Chloe told the triplets gently. “Wash up. I’ll be there for stories in a little while.”