บททั้งหมดของ Fat Girl's Nemesis: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I’m a poor college student surviving on a scholarship—short, a little chubby. Not that little chubby...emm...okay I must admit - I am BIG- Yeah… living the dream. Still, I’ve got one thing going for me: art. Especially painting. That talent somehow got me a full-coverage scholarship and, more importantly, a best friend who saved me from dropping out. Lindsay Robinson.Lindsay Robinson is the daughter of a wealthy Greek conglomerate family. She’s tall, beautiful, pale, and wrapped head-to-toe in designer brands. We couldn’t be more different. She’s studying business management, preparing to take over her father’s empire one day—since her older brother has zero interest in business. He’s an international football athlete instead. Famous, talented… basically everything people call “unfairly perfect.” “Rose… Rose…!”A woman’s voice called from behind me. I was standing in the campus courtyard, right outside my faculty building. I turned—and saw Lindsay marching toward me with a visibl

The rest of my visit to Lindsay’s apartment ended exactly how I should’ve expected. A dinner… overloaded with calories. According to Lindsay, everything on the table was “ordered by David.” Of course it was. Of course.The table was filled with dishes I didn’t even know could exist in one universe at the same time—creamy pasta drowning in cheese, a massive meat casserole, and a thick beef soup that looked like it could feed a village. And then there were the salads. Two small Caesar salads. Tiny. Almost insulting."Those two salads are for David and me,” Lindsay said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I blinked. “…Wow.” David leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed. “Eat,” he said bluntly. “You like food like that anyway. Greasy stuff. You won’t get full from rabbit food like that salad.” Something inside me cracked. I felt my throat tighten. Why is he like this? to me?! I just sat there, staring at him flatly. He wasn’t teasing anymore. This felt del

True to Lindsay’s word, she waited until the very end. And eventually, we walked together toward the campus hall. I had already handed my “masterpiece” to the exhibition committee. The event was about to begin in two minutes. Everything was already lined up neatly—organizers wearing their dark blue almamater uniforms, standing in formation like it was some kind of formal ceremony. I stood beside my painting, ready in case anyone asked about it. My work. A realistic portrait. A European-nosed man, dark curly hair, dressed in an old military uniform. Napoleon Bonaparte. That was my piece.I'm a realist painter. I’ve loved drawing since I was a kid. Back then it was manga, sketches in notebooks… and now I’m here—an art student trying to survive by selling paintings. A few people stopped in front of my canvas. Two of them asked what it was and what medium I used.I explained calmly. “That’s Napoleon Bonaparte. A historical military commander.” I even added a short explanation about his r

I woke to the sharp, stinging smell of antiseptic. Every inch of my body ached as if I'd been beaten black and blue.Turning my head to the right, I found David leaning against one of the hospital's waiting chairs. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and exhaustion lingered on his handsome face.'A hospital...?'What happened?"You're awake."That deep baritone voice—my least favorite sound in the world. I looked at him with raised brows."You passed out, so I brought you here. The doctor said you have severe gastritis. You'll need to stay under observation before they let you go home.""What?!" I blurted out in horror. "My finals start on Monday!"This was supposed to be the quiet week before final exams. Missing them wasn't an option."Then behave," David replied coolly. "Do exactly what the doctor tells you, and you'll be fine by Monday. And stop that ridiculous diet of yours. You're only destroying your own body."Seriously? I was lying in a hospital bed, and he

I felt so much better now. Today marked, as the last day of my final exams.For the past few weeks, I'd been staying at Lindsay's apartment while Alice took care of me. Every two hours without fail, she brought me food and my medication. Thanks to her, I had regained my strength, and my body felt lighter than it had in months.I had just finished my last exam, while Lindsay had completed hers nearly three hours earlier. She'd promised to wait for me in the parking lot.And here I was... Looking for both Lindsay and her car. I tried calling her, but she didn't answer. Just then, a white SUV pulled up in front of me."Get in." The driver's window rolled halfway down. I bent over slightly to see who owned that irritating voice. As if I didn't already know. It was Dave!!!Seriously...? When did he get back?Two days ago, I'd finally finished replying to every advertising proposal he'd forwarded to me. I had carefully organized every campaign, attaching detailed notes about the concepts, c