All Chapters of The Plus Size Wife's Revenge:Triplets For Two Billionaires: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

**Chapter 72: Hidden Agendas**The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, painting pale gold stripes across the expensive sheets. Chloe slipped carefully out of bed, moving with deliberate quiet so as not to wake Alvin. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, one strong arm still stretched across the space she had just left, as if even in sleep he refused to fully release her. Her body still ached pleasantly from the previous night’s tensions—the deep, consuming way he had claimed her after the long hours in the medical wing—but her mind was sharp and focused. Leo’s condition had stabilized overnight. The fever was gone, the pain managed, and the monitors had been quiet for hours. That small mercy allowed her to breathe easier for the first time in days.The fragile truce between Asher and Alvin still held—for the children’s sake—but Chloe knew she could not rely on it forever. The two men had stood side by side through

**Chapter 74: Asher’s Plea**The grand ballroom of the Eldridge Heritage Hotel sparkled under rows of crystal chandeliers, each one scattering warm light across polished marble floors and gilded walls. Soft orchestral music drifted through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Chloe stepped into the room and felt every pair of eyes shift toward her for a brief, assessing moment before polite society trained itself to look away.She had chosen the emerald gown from her own collection deliberately. The deep green fabric loved her body the way she had designed it to—hugging the full curve of her breasts in a structured yet soft neckline, skimming the soft swell of her stomach, then flowing over the generous width of her hips and thick thighs before falling in elegant folds to the floor. The dress was a quiet statement: she was no longer the woman who had been discarded. She was the designer, the mother, th

**Chapter 76: Empire Rising** Chloe stood backstage at the prestigious Eldridge Fashion Week venue, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. The runway lights beckoned just beyond the curtain. She smoothed her hands over the stunning crimson gown from her “Curves of Resilience” collection—the flagship piece she had designed with her own body in mind. The rich fabric hugged her full breasts, cinched gently beneath them to highlight her soft, womanly stomach, then flowed dramatically over the generous curves of her wide hips and thick thighs. Every inch celebrated the plus-size figure that had once been a source of deep insecurity but was now her greatest strength and brand signature. This was more than a fashion show. It was a declaration. When she stepped onto the runway, the audience fell silent for a heartbeat before erupting into thunderous applause. Camera flashes lit up the room like stars. Chloe walked with conf

**Chapter 78: Lines Drawn**The tension that had been simmering for weeks finally boiled over in the estate’s grand living room. Afternoon light poured through the tall windows, illuminating the expensive furniture and the wide space that suddenly felt too small for the three adults standing inside it. Chloe positioned herself deliberately between Asher and Alvin, her heart pounding hard against her ribs. The triplets were safely with their nanny in the upstairs playroom, but the raised voices still carried through the halls in sharp, unmistakable echoes.Alvin’s powerful frame radiated fury. He stood near the fireplace, dark eyes locked on Asher with the kind of intensity that had once made business rivals back down. “You think you can just waltz back in with gifts and grand gestures?” His voice was low and dangerous. “I was there when she was broken. I picked her up off the street when your mother threw her out. I built her empire with her. I raised those childre

**Chapter 81: Blood and Empire** The boutique’s security shutters came down with a heavy metallic clang, sealing the press and their flashing cameras outside. Inside, the air was thick with shock and unspoken accusations. Chloe stood between Asher and Alvin like a queen holding back two warring kings, her burgundy dress now wrinkled from the tension, the deep neckline rising and falling with her rapid breaths. “DNA tests,” she said, voice steady despite the earthquake inside her chest. “Tomorrow morning. Private lab. All three children. No leaks until we control the narrative.” Asher looked gutted, his handsome face pale. “Lucas... if there’s even a chance he’s not—” “He *is* yours,” Chloe cut in fiercely. “I never touched another man while we were married. But Victoria’s lies ran deeper than we knew. She planted doubts everywhere. This is her final poison.” Alvin’s hand found the small of her back, fingers d