Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Curvy Prize: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Queen woke to the sound of her alarm. 5:30 a.m. She reached across the bed to silence it, but the simple movement made her head spin.She closed her eyes and waited for the room to stop moving. Beside her, James was already awake, scrolling through his phone.“You okay?” Queen forced a smile. “I got up too fast.” James leaned over and kissed her forehead.“You need to slow down.” “I will.” She pushed herself upright. Her stomach growled immediately.James heard it. “You hungry?” “A little.” He smiled. “Good.” “That means your body’s adjusting.”Queen wasn’t sure that was true. She followed him into the kitchen. James opened the refrigerator and took out a small container.Inside were sliced apples, a handful of grapes, and plain Greek yogurt. He placed it in front of her.“Breakfast.” Queen looked from the container to him. “That’s it?” “It’s only for a few more days.”He wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Remember what we talked about?”She nodded. “Just one more week.” He kis

James caught her before she hit the floor. Her body felt light in his arms. Far lighter than it had been only a few weeks ago.“Queen, look at me.” Her eyelids fluttered. A weak groan escaped her lips.“…James…” “I’m here.” He brushed the hair away from her face. “You scared me.”She blinked several times before finally focusing on him. “What happened?”“You fainted.” She frowned. “I did?” He nodded. “You’ve been under a lot of pressure.”He helped her sit against the couch. “Take a deep breath.” Queen obeyed. “My head hurts.”“I know.” “You probably stood up too quickly.” She leaned against him. “I’m sorry.”James immediately shook his head. “Don’t apologize.” “I ruined the evening.”“You didn’t ruin anything.” She closed her eyes. “I just wanted everything to be perfect.”James wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It will be.” “We’re almost there.”Queen looked at him. “Tomorrow…” He smiled. “Tomorrow is Emily’s wedding.” “After tomorrow…”He gently held her face. “…you won’t have

James’ voice sliced through the cheerful chatter of the ballroom. She froze.The fork stopped halfway between her plate and her mouth. Slowly, she turned around.His smile was gone. “ I ask," What are you doing?” Queen swallowed hard.“I… I wasn’t feeling well.” “My head is spinning.” “I just needed something to eat.”The nearby conversations gradually died down. Guests turned toward them.A few people stopped chewing. Even the band seemed quieter. James walked closer.His eyes dropped to the plate in her hands. “I thought we talked about this.” Queen lowered her voice.“We did.” “But I haven’t eaten properly in days.” “And i am on medication” “I feel dizzy.”“Please…” “I just need a few bites.” James looked around. His mother was watching.Victoria stood near the champagne tower with a smug smile. Several relatives had turned toward them.Instead of lowering his voice… James raised his voice. “I asked you for one thing.”“One.” “You couldn’t wait until the reception was over?” Queen

The drive home was painfully quiet.Rain tapped lightly against the windshield as James steered his car through the evening traffic. The glow of streetlights stretched across the wet pavement, flickering over Queen’s face every few seconds.She sat with both hands folded in her lap, staring out the passenger-side window. Neither of them had spoken since leaving the hotel.The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy.Queen could still hear the laughter from the reception hall… still see the waiter carrying away the plate of food she had paid for… still feel dozens of eyes watching her while James spoke as though she were a child who couldn’t control herself.Her stomach twisted. Not from hunger this time. From shame. James finally sighed. “I know you’re upset.” Queen didn’t answer. “I’ve been thinking about everything that happened.”Still nothing. “I handled it badly.” She slowly turned to look at him. James kept his eyes on the road.“I’m sorry.” The words landed softly. Queen waited.

The office had emptied nearly an hour ago.Rows of cubicles that buzzed with conversation during the day now sat in silence, illuminated only by the cool glow of computer monitors and the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Queen flexed her stiff fingers before taking another sip of coffee that had long since gone cold.Her eyes burned. The digital clock on the corner of her screen read 8:47 p.m. She sighed.“Just three more slides.” The market analysis was finally taking shape. Luxury housing demand.Projected returns. Population growth. Infrastructure expansion. Every statistic had been checked twice. Every chart had been redesigned.Every sentence had been rewritten until it sounded polished enough to impress one of the country’s biggest hospitality companies.Not that anyone would know she’d done it. Melissa would stand in front of the boardroom next week, smile confidently, and present every slide as though the ideas had come from her own mind.Queen swall