《My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

### BiancaTwenty-four hours was all I had before the Medical Board’s report could either fix or destroy everything I had built.I sat alone in my room long after Roland left, staring at the closed door. My fingers were still curled around the lace handkerchief. The tears on my cheeks had dried, but I kept my expression carefully arranged. I no longer knew who might be watching.The estate had never felt this dangerous, not even when Sincerely first returned.“Come in,” I said quietly.The bedroom door opened at once. Tessa slipped inside, nervous but trying to look confident.“You heard everything,” I told her. “I want no mistakes.”“Everything is under control, my lady.” She lowered her voice. “Our contact is on standby. The moment the sample reaches the laboratory, he will act. The result will come back exactly as we arranged.”I exhaled slowly and some of the tension left my shoulders.“You’re certain?”“Completely. The sample will be swapped before anyone can interfere.

### SincerelyRoland’s roar cut through the hall.“Let go of her this moment!”I didn’t move.Bianca’s face had gone red, her nails digging into my wrists as she kicked and twisted. Her feet still dangled above the floor. The only sound she could make was a strained, panicked wheeze.Strong hands seized my shoulders from behind and wrenched me backward. I stumbled, releasing her only because the force left me no choice. Bianca collapsed against the wall, coughing and gasping, one hand flying to her throat.Roland stepped between us at once, shielding her with his body. His eyes when they met mine were black with fury.“Have you lost your mind?” he snarled.I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, breathing hard. “She doesn’t get to speak about my mother.”“She can speak about whatever she wants,” Roland snapped. “You just assaulted a pregnant woman in front of the Elders and the Council.”Bianca’s voice came out hoarse and broken as she clung to his arm. “I… I only told

### SincerelyI felt her stir deep within my chest. A low growl rolled through my ribs, quiet and heavy, vibrating straight into my bones.I continued, my voice steadying. “Let's not even talk about Ryker. He gave me everything I had spent over twenty years begging this world to give me. He didn’t look at my body and see something to be ashamed of. He loved me and stayed while you couldn't—even after luring me into his bed.”Her voice came back quieter this time. Less angry and more wounded.“The first time, I was broken.”I frowned into the dark.“The second time… I was afraid.”My breath caught. “Afraid of what?”A long, suffocating silence stretched between us.“Afraid of loving him. He isn’t our mate. You can care for him. You can even love him independently. But I… I can’t.”My heart stopped. I stared into the darkness, completely stripped of armor, not knowing what to say.After a moment, her voice returned, softer still, stripped of all aggression.“I know you are h

### SincerelyThe metallic rattle of key bolts sliding back shattered the quiet of the sub-level corridors.I was already awake. Sitting upright against the damp stone wall, clean of crumbs and washed by the rusted pipe’s cold trickle, I watched the heavy iron cell door swing wide."Get up," the lead guard barked, his silver-plated baton drawn and ready. "Trial day. Time to face the elders."I rose smoothly, smoothing the front of my ruined gown with deliberate care. My wolf sat composed right beneath my ribs, her golden eyes calm, watchful, and deadly.They slammed silver-laced shackles onto my wrists and marched me up the dark stone spiral stairs.I expected the harsh glare of the morning sun. Per ancient wolf law, high treason and title disputes were tried on the open Council Grounds—in front of the full assembly of pack members, high officials, and regional Alpha witnesses.Instead, the guards turned me down the grand east hallway and shoved open the tall, carved double doo

### Sincerely I squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a long, shuddering breath. The heat burning my calves was still agonizing, but the fire inside my chest had cooled into something far more dangerous. Liquid iron. "Fine," I whispered into the quiet kitchen, my voice dropping an octave into a low, terrifying pitch. "We build the gallows." I turned back to the cold water tap, thrusting my legs under the freezing stream just long enough to numb the throbbing skin. The blisters were rising, red and angry against my pale skin, but I didn't care. Pain was just information. Pain meant I was still alive to watch her burn. I pulled a fresh fillet of salmon from the refrigerator. With calm, surgical precision, I seared the fish, prepared the wild rice, and drizzled the garlic butter sauce over the top. I plated it flawlessly on clean white porcelain, wiping the rim with a napkin until not a single drop was out of place. I wasn't the broken girl crying on the dungeon floor anymore. B