Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Plus size redemption : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Ethan pov;Olivia stood frozen against the wall, her hands resting flat against the cool glass behind her. Her hazel eyes were wide, and her chest moved up and down in quick, ragged breaths. She looked so small, so pale, as if a single gust of wind might blow her over."No," she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "He didn't touch me. You came in before he could.""Come sit down," I said, pulling out one of the heavy leather chairs near the head of the table.She hesitated for a second, then walked over and sank into the soft seat. She folded her arms tight across her stomach, leaning her elbows on the table. I sat down in the chair right next to her, ignoring the strict rule I had made for myself just hours ago in my car."I heard what he said to you when I walked up to the door," I said, watching her face. "He called you ungrateful. He tried to make you feel small."Olivia stared down at the polished wood surface of the table. "He's been doing that for years, Ethan. He makes you fe

Ethan pov;"Lock the door, Frank," I said into the room phone."Yes, Mr. Kingsley," Frank replied, his voice coming through the small speaker.I stood in the center of the security control office in the basement of Kingsley Tower. Wall-to-wall monitors glowed in the dark room, showing blue lights, empty hallways, and quiet office floors. Frank, our head of building security, clicked his computer mouse and pulled up the video storage system."You wanted to see the footage from the twenty-first floor?" Frank asked, looking up at me. "From the week those major client files were deleted?""Yes," I said, stepping closer to the main screen. "I want the camera angle that points directly down the hallway toward Olivia Bennett's desk. Start from Tuesday night, eight PM.""You got it, sir," Frank said. His fingers tapped quickly across his black keyboard.The screen blinked, and the black-and-white video began to play. The date stamp in the top right corner read Tuesday, 8:14 PM. The floor was

Olivia pov; Jessica looked up from her computer in surprise. Chloe's neck flushed bright red."Thank you, Olivia," Chloe said, snatching the folder from my hand.With every test I passed, I felt myself growing sharper, calmer, and more careful. The old Olivia—the woman who used to cry in the bathroom stall when someone raised their voice—was disappearing step by step. I was no longer guessing. I was recording facts.At four-thirty in the afternoon, I walked into the supply room to restock white printer paper and yellow sticky notes.The small room was quiet, smelling of fresh cardboard and plastic ink cartridges. I bent down to pick up a box of paper from the bottom shelf.The door opened behind me, and Naomi Ellis stepped inside. She looked over her shoulder into the hallway, then closed the door until it clicked shut."Olivia," Naomi whispered, stepping close to me between the high metal shelves."Naomi? Is everything okay?" I asked, setting the box down."I can only stay for a min

Olivia pov;I swallowed hard. "I need you to be patient with me.""I will be," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek. His palm was warm against my skin. "Tell me if anything feels wrong. Promise me.""I promise," I whispered.He kissed me then—slow and deep, his lips moving against mine with deliberate care. His hands slid to my shoulders, pushing the thin straps of my dress down my arms. The fabric pooled at my feet."God," he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at me. His gaze traveled down my body, and I felt the instinct to cross my arms, to hide. "Don't," he said gently, catching my wrists. "Don't hide from me. You're beautiful."I shook my head. "I don't...""Look at me," he said, tilting my chin up. "I have wanted you since that night at the Blue Note Lounge. Before I knew your name. Before I knew anything about you except your laugh.""You don't have to say that.""I'm not saying it because I have to," he replied, his thumbs tracing my collarbones. "I'm saying it becaus

Oliva pov "Ms. Bennett?" the manager asked, sounding surprised. "The West Wing suite is open, but we need advance notice for high-level events.""I am sending you the emergency booking form right now," I said, typing quickly with my free hand. "We will pay the full rush rate if your staff can set up thirty executive chairs, a secure video link, and private security within three hours.""We can do that," the manager agreed. "Send the payment authorization."I attached my digital authorization code and hit send. That took care of the European Union transport committee. They would have a private, secure location away from the noise of our main building.Next, I pulled up the floor plans for Kingsley Tower. The Apex Logistics delegation needed the flagship boardroom, so I left them assigned to the main floor. But I shifted their start time from eight AM to eight-thirty AM, labeling it on the master board as a private executive breakfast.I picked up the phone again and called the head of