《My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

### Bianca"Mother, have you even been listening to me at all? My stomach feels like it's burning from the inside out, and the fear of knowing Vance is ready to spill his guts—Sincerely is going to ruin us by dawn, and you want me to dress up?""You heard me," Mother replied, stepping closer until her cold glare pinned me to the spot. "I'm not going to allow you to sulk in this bedroom like a condemned prisoner waiting for the executioner's axe."I blinked, my brain struggling to bridge the gap between the terrifying reality in this room and the absurd words coming out of her mouth."Where could we possibly have to be right now?!" I demanded, my hands shaking as I gestured wildly around the wrecked chamber. "Mother, please, tell me what you're planning...""You will know when we get there," Mother replied coldly, walking over to the vanity and picking up a jar of face cream and a comb, tossing them down beside the dress. "You have twenty minutes, Bianca. If you aren't downstairs

### BiancaBy the time I pulled into the grand cobblestone driveway, my knuckles were locked white around the steering wheel. I left the saloon car parked crookedly near the front steps, tires cutting into the immaculate lawn without a second thought.The moment my door swung open, two rain-drenched maids scurried down the porch steps under wide black umbrellas.“Lady Bianca, welcome bac—”“Quiet.”I stepped straight into the downpour. Water plastered the ruined emerald gown to my skin as I marched toward the main gates. The two guards straightened under the awning the second they saw my face.“Listen carefully,” I said, voice cutting through the rain. “If my mother arrives at these gates tonight, she MUST NOT come in. I don’t care if she begs, neither do I care about her cries and screams. But the moment she crosses that gate without my consent, be ready to pay dearly for it. Do I make myself clear?” They exchanged one quick, nervous glance, then snapped to attention.
“Unders

### RolandThe heavy silence in the master bedroom was suffocating, far more suffocating than the storm raging against the floor-to-ceiling windows.Bianca lay on her side, her back turned to me. Between us, a rigid barrier of silk pillows and a rolled duvet had been stacked down the center of the oversized mattress, a stark, childish wall separating my side from hers.Ever since what happened earlier, she hadn't uttered a single word to me. Not when I dried her rain-soaked hair, not when I brought her warm tea, and not when I tried to apologize for the nth time.I leaned back against the headboard, letting out a heavy, exhausted sigh."Is this really necessary, Bianca?" I asked, my voice low in the dim lamplight. "You wouldn't even welcome me properly?"A cold, bitter beat of silence stretched between us before she finally spoke, her voice laced with sharp, suppressed malice."Why should I welcome you? Sincerely has already welcomed you, hasn't she? After all... she’s your mat

### SincerelyThe morning began in oppressive, suffocating quiet.Pale, watery sunlight filtered through the tall arched windows of the grand dining hall, cutting across the long mahogany table. I stood beside Alpha Roland, my posture rigid, my expression a smooth, blank slate as I tipped the porcelain pot to pour fresh coffee into his cup.He sat at the head of the table in a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled back to his forearms. He was staring blankly at his untouched plate of food. He had been like this ever since I shunned him last night—physically present, but mentally adrift in a dark, uneasy haze.Every few seconds, I felt the heavy weight of his gaze on me, lingering on the red, cracked skin of my knuckles from the night's labor. He clearly wanted to speak. I ignored the subtle shift in his body language and kept my focus entirely on my work."Did you sleep well?" he asked at last, his voice raspy from lack of rest.I set the silver pot back onto the tray with a sof

### SincerelyThe trek back through the overgrown border paths took even longer than the journey out. By the time I cleared the dense tree line and reached the perimeter wall of the estate, the morning rain clouds had completely vanished, replaced by the blistering, midday heat. The scorching afternoon sun beat down mercilessly, baking the damp earth into a heavy, humid vapor that stuck to my skin.My head pounded beneath the heavy grey coat, and sweat soaked through my woolen tunic as I skirted the high stone wall.I paused near the treeline, wiping my slick brow with the back of my sleeve while checking the courtyard. The small east service hatch a neglected wooden portal half-buried under creeping ivy—remained unlatched, exactly as Nora had promised.Slipping through the narrow gap, I pulled the frame shut behind me, the iron latch clicking silently back into place."Luna," a voice gasped from the harsh shadows of the tool shed.Nora stepped out, shielding her eyes against th