Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Plus size redemption : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Olivia pov;"I feel like everyone in this city is staring at me," I admitted, my hands resting flat on the smooth desk."Listen to me, Olivia," Luca said, turning back to face the camera. "Turn off your social media right now. Do not read another comment. Do not answer another call from your rude relatives.""He is right, Olivia," Naomi agreed, looking at me with serious eyes. "Reading those comments will only make you feel miserable."I looked down at my phone. The notifications were still rolling in at a terrifying speed. Hundreds of strangers were typing cruel messages about my body, my past, and my position at Kingsley Global Holdings."You are right," I said. "I am done reading this.""Are you going to deactivate your accounts?" Naomi asked."Yes," I said firmly. "I am not going to sit here and let random strangers pick apart my weight, my clothes, and my choices."I tapped open my profile settings on my main photo app. I scrolled straight to the bottom of the account menu.Are y

Ethan pov;"Ethan?" Mason asked, setting his gold pen down on a desk pad. "What's going on? You look like you're ready to start a war.""We are in one," I said flatly.I walked over to his desk, tossed the manila folder onto his open files, and sat down in the leather armchair across from him."What is this?" Mason asked, opening the folder and pulling out the bank statements."That is the paper trail behind the online story about Olivia," I said, watching his face closely. "Read the bottom line."Mason adjusted his glasses and scanned the numbers. As his eyes reached the highlighted text, his expression shifted from calm confusion to absolute shock. He leaned back in his chair, taking off his glasses."Damian Carter paid the bloggers?" Mason asked, his voice low."He used a Cayman Islands shell company to hide the wire transfer," I explained, leaning forward with my arms resting on my knees. "He launched the story this morning to create a public relations disaster for KGH right befor

Olivia pov;I detailed every single project I had organized since starting at Kingsley Global Holdings. I wrote down the exact numbers for the mid-year logistics schedule I had corrected. I listed the three major client contracts I had formatted and delivered ahead of deadline. I pulled out my printouts of the weekly office budget, showing how my scheduling changes had saved the executive department twelve thousand dollars in overtime costs over three months.I stayed at my desk long after the rest of the floor went dark. Outside my window, rain slapped rhythmically against the thick glass panes of Kingsley Tower. The streetlights down in the Kingsbridge District flickered like small yellow stars in the dark mist.By eight o'clock that evening, my legal pad was full of clear, organized notes. I packed my black leather briefcase, placed my neat stack of printed evidence inside, and locked my desk drawers.I took the elevator down to the quiet lobby, walked out into the cool rainy air,

Olivia pov;Mr. Vance flipped through the pages, his thick eyebrows rising. "The financial records here show a twelve-thousand-dollar reduction in executive department overtime costs over the last quarter.""Yes," I said. "I restructured the administrative shift rotation to eliminate unnecessary weekend hours. Every project assigned to me has been completed accurately and on time."Chloe let out a soft, mocking laugh. "That is very impressive arithmetic, Olivia. But you haven't addressed the elephant in the room. What is the true nature of your relationship with Mr. Kingsley? Employees have seen you leaving his office late at night. How can the board trust that your promotions and access to secure files are based on merit rather than... personal favors?"The room fell dead silent. I felt the heat rise in my neck, but I refused to bow my head or shrink away. For years, Damian had made me feel ashamed of who I was, forcing me to apologize for existing. I was not going to do that ever ag

Olivia pov;I looked at his open palm. For months, I had hesitated, afraid of what people would say, afraid of becoming weak again. But as I took his hand and let him pull me up, I felt stronger than I ever had before.Ethan picked up his folder, unlocked his private elevator, and led me straight down to the basement parking garage. He opened the door of his dark car for me, closed it gently, and drove us out into the Riverton rain.We didn't go to his office or my apartment. He drove straight to his home in Brookstone Heights. The quiet house was warm, lit by soft yellow lamps.Ethan set his keys on the foyer table, took my wet blazer, and hung it up. He led me into the quiet living room, where a fire crackled softly in the stone fireplace."Are you warm enough?" he asked, looking at me with deep care."I am warm now," I said.All the fear from the boardroom, all the exhaustion from the long months of fighting rumors, melted away under his calm gaze. Ethan stepped closer, taking bot