All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Plus Size Redemption : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chloe pov;“Put the file down, Jessica, before someone sees you!” I snapped, stepping into the empty conference room and closing the glass door behind me.Jessica jumped, almost dropping the blue paper folder in her hands. She pulled her hands back and pressed her back against the dark wood table.“I was just double-checking the board sign-in list,” Jessica said, her voice shaking slightly as she adjusted her designer blazer. “You don’t have to yell at me, Chloe.”“I don’t need you checking lists,” I said, walking toward her with quick, firm steps. My high heels clicked sharply against the hard tile floor. “I need you to stay at terminal 04 and make sure nobody touches the emergency logs. Olivia is suspended. Security walked her out of the building few hours ago. The board believes she leaked the bidding files, and Arthur Vret showed them the exact time stamps on the server.”A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face as I looked down at my neat, perfectly polished nails. For year

Olivia pov;“It’s Luca,” I said. “It’s okay, he’s listening with me. Naomi, did Chloe submit a late-night work pass for last night?”“No,” Naomi said, her keys clicking faster. “According to her official schedule posted on the HR portal, Chloe took a personal emergency leave yesterday evening at 6:00 PM. She filed a form claiming she was out of town at her sister’s house in upstate New York from 6:00 PM yesterday until 8:00 AM this morning.”“She claimed she was out of town, but her badge swiped into the building at 1:45 AM?” I asked, leaning forward.“Yes,” Naomi said. “And look at the secondary log. Her badge swiped out of the executive garage at 2:15 AM. Exactly fifteen minutes after the bid package was sent to Carter Innovations.”“She lied on her HR form to give herself an alibi,” Adrian said quietly, his dark eyebrows pulling together. “She wanted everyone to think she was few hours away if IT audited the timestamps.”“Now check the other three dates in my notebook,” I urged Na

POV Olivia;“Naomi, read those numbers back to me one more time,” I said into my phone, gripping a red pen over my yellow legal pad.“The secondary door badge logs show an entrance swipe at 1:45 AM,” Naomi replied through the phone’s speaker. “And the exit swipe from the executive parking garage was recorded at 2:15 AM. The keycard belongs to Chloe Whitmore.”I drew a thick red circle around the timestamps on my paper. “And what time did Arthur Vret claim my account sent the bidding files to Damian Carter?”“At 2:00 AM sharp,” Naomi answered, her fingers clicking rapidly across her keyboard. “Right in the middle of those few minutes.”Luca sat down across from me at his kitchen table, setting down a mug of warm tea. Adrian stood right behind him, leaning over my shoulder to study the timeline I had built.For a moment, my chest felt tight. Few hours ago, security had escorted me out of Kingsley Tower like a criminal. I could still hear the whispering employees in the lobby, staring at

POV: OliviaOlivia, Chairman Hale wants you in the main boardroom at Kingsley Tower right now,” Ethan’s voice came through my phone speaker, clear and steady. “We have the secondary badge logs, and Naomi sent over the call records from Chloe’s desk extension. The board needs to hear your defense before we end this night.”I looked over at Luca and Adrian, who were both sitting across from me at the dining table, surrounded by spread-out folders, printouts, and notes as we worked to sort through the details of the case. Luca gave me a firm nod, pushing my handbag across the polished wood toward me.“Go get your name back, girl,” Luca said, his eyes bright with encouragement.Some minutes later, I stepped out of the private elevator onto the top floor of Kingsley Tower. My heart pounded against my ribs as I walked down the quiet hallway toward the main boardroom. When I pushed the heavy glass doors open, Chairman Victor Hale sat at the head of the long mahogany table, with four other b

Olivia pov;“Fuck, Olivia,” he breathed against my collarbone. “I’ve wanted my hands on you like this all day. Soft and perfect and mine.”I arched into his palms. The heat of his bare chest met my bare skin. He guided me backward onto the sheets. The cool fabric whispered against my back. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue circling, teeth grazing lightly. A low sound escaped my throat. I felt the wet heat of his mouth and the slow drag of his lips.He unfastened my skirt next, sliding the zipper down the side. The fabric pooled at my hips. I lifted so he could tug it free, then my stockings one by one, rolling them down my thighs and calves until my legs were bare. Last came the lace underwear. He hooked his fingers in the sides and drew them down my hips, past my knees, off my feet. The air felt cool between my legs for a second before his hand settled there, palm warm and sure.“You’re already wet for me,” he said, voice rough. Two fingers slid through my folds, coating thems