Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire’s Plus size redemption : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Ethan POV “Please, take a seat,” I said, pointing toward the black leather armchairs in front of my desk. Olivia Bennett did not move right away. She stood frozen in the middle of my office, holding a thick black folder against her chest like a shield. Her hazel eyes were wide with shock. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. I kept my hand extended across the desk. My heart hit against my ribs, hard and fast. Just few nights ago, she had sat next to me at a small corner table in the Blue Note Lounge, wearing an emerald-green dress and holding a glass of ginger ale.She had talked about wanting a fresh start. She had no idea who I was, and I had preferred it that way. Now, she stood in my top-floor office at Kingsley Global Holdings, wearing a structured navy suit with her chestnut hair tied back in a neat low ponytail. I forced my muscles to relax. I tightened my fingers into a solid, steady posture, pulling my arm back and sitting down in my leather chair. I picked up

Olivia pov“I don't think we were introduced properly yesterday,” Chloe Whitmore said, her voice dripping with artificial warmth. “I’m Chloe Whitmore. And you are Olivia, right?”“Yes, Olivia Bennett,” I replied, keeping my glass of water steady in my hand.Chloe took a slow step closer, her high heels tapping against the shiny marble tiles. She crossed her arms across her beige pencil skirt and looked me up and down, taking in my simple black flats, my dark gray suit, and my extra weight. Her ice-blue eyes stayed hard even as her pink lips stretched wide.“Welcome to the twentieth floor,” Chloe said, tilting her head. “It is always so surprising when Mr. Kingsley hires someone without going through my desk first. I usually screen all executive administrative applicants. I have managed his office setup for five years, you know.”“I see,” I said. “Mr. Kingsley gave me clear instructions on the morning schedule, so I am just getting used to the routines.”“Oh, I am sure,” Chloe said, le

Olivia pov“Did you hear what she did to get the desk?” a woman’s sharp whisper cut through the air near the water cooler.I stopped right in my tracks near the glass corner, holding a stack of blue folders against my chest. The soft buzz of the office printer went quiet for a second.“I heard she slept with Mr. Kingsley before the interview even happened,” a man replied in a low voice. “That’s the only reason someone like her got hired over normal applicants.”The words hit me like a slap to the face. My hands shook, making the blue paper folders rattle in my grip. I took a step backward, pressing my heels into the thick carpet so I wouldn't make a single sound.The rumor was vicious, but the worst part was how they twisted the truth into something dirty.Yes, I had slept with Ethan Kingsley. I couldn't deny that night at the Blue Note Lounge— the cool, damp air outside, the dark booth, the raw, undeniable electric pull between us that ended in his hotel room.I didn't even know who h

Oliva pov "Who did this?" Ethan asked, his voice dropping into a register I had never heard from him before.I wiped my eyes again, pressing my spine back against the cold concrete wall. My throat felt tight. "It doesn't matter.""It does matter," Ethan said. He didn't move closer, but he didn't back away either. He stayed three feet away, his tall frame standing between me and the top of the stairs. "Tell me what happened, Olivia.""The master calendar for Thursday was deleted," I whispered, looking down at my shoes. "The whole file. The time slots, the Munich flight details, the venue clearances. Everything."Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Files don't just disappear.""I know," I said. "I went to Ryan to check the flight confirmation numbers. He told me it wasn't his job to keep track of your travel. He said..." My voice trailed off. I couldn't bring myself to repeat the rest of it out loud."What did Ryan say?" Ethan asked. His steel-gray eyes were cold as ice."He told me to try typing

Ethan pov "Is there a problem here?" I asked, my voice cutting through the lobby.I didn't wait for an answer. I took in the entire scene in less than two seconds.I saw the way Olivia stood. Her shoulders were pulled back tight, her feet planted firm on the marble floor, but her hands were clasped so hard her knuckles were completely white. Her eyes were wide, filled with a deep, quiet terror that she was fighting with everything she had.Then I looked at the man standing in front of her.He wore a tailored charcoal suit and a polite, charming smile. But his posture was aggressive. He was leaning forward, invading her space, his fingers still half-extended as if he had just tried to grab her. It was the look of a man who believed he owned everything in the room.I knew that look. I had seen that exact smile on my father's face years ago, right before he lowered his voice to break my mother's spirit.My blood turned to ice."Mr. Kingsley," Damian said smoothly, turning to face me wit