All Chapters of The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

OPHELIA Have you ever felt the urgent need to gladly throw yourself into the nearest bush, crawl under a table, or even fake your own death if it meant avoiding one particular person? Unfortunately, none of those options are available for me when the human I'm trying to run from has already spotted me. I consider turning around and pretending I never saw Jordan, the one who broke up with me months ago and oh, there's a gorgeous slim lady beside him. "Ophelia! Long time no see!" "Jordan! Hi! I didn't expect to see you here." I force a bright smile on my face, pretending I don't feel sick at the sight of him. The lady beside him smiles too while staring at me but the smile seems just as fake as mine, maybe even faker. I can't help but let my gaze drift over her figure for a second and I wonder if she actually eats a full meal from how lean she looks, though I can't deny that a part of me wishes that body is mine. "I didn't expect to see you here either. You don't like pa

OPHELIA."Ophelia! The internet is on fire!"I hear my mother's voice before I even walk into the living room and when I do walk in and see the wide bright smile stretched across her face, I freeze.It's been so long since she smiled at me that I almost forget what it looks like, and the sight warms me but worries me at the same time."W-What happened, Mamma?" The word slips out before I can stop myself, and normally she'd tell me not to call her that, but instead, she rushes over to me and practically shoves her phone into my face."Look!"My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I stare at the screen.It's the video of me kissing Killian.The post has millions of views, thousands of comments flood the screen, the likes keep increasing every second, and people are reposting it everywhere.Oh no.How do I explain this to mamma without completely destroying the happiness on her face right now?"It's probably AI." I turn to find my twin sister sitting at the dining table, and unlike m

OPHELIA. "What are these for?" I ask, staring at the stack of papers in front of me. I can't even hide the surprise in my voice. Actually, surprise isn't the right word, shock is. I think this would be a simple agreement between us, not this. "I assume you're neither blind nor incapable of reading," Killian says in that cold, nonchalant tone of his, making me flinch. "It's a contract outlining the terms of our arrangement," he continues, his expression unreadable. "Read it carefully before you sign anything." I nod and pick up the papers. As I do, my eyes briefly land on his bruised knuckles that have dried blood on them. He must have gotten into a fight. That's probably explained the foul mood. Quickly looking away, I focus on reading the contract. The entire time, I can feel his eyes on me, and my fingers tighten around the papers as I force myself to keep reading. The rules are... surprisingly reasonable. I must never reveal that our relationship is fake to anyone. I mus