All Chapters of Plus-Size Queen For The Red Dragon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The argument with the pilot had started even before the helicopter blades stopped turning.He had been pacing the landing pad for fifty-three minutes before Octavia emerged from the main headquarters building.Her face was a mask of pretense. The pilot sighed on seeing her approaching… The relief on his face curdled almost immediately into something between professional outrage and barely restrained panic. He had searched three floors. He had asked six different guards. None knew her whereabouts. He stood at the pad and watched the time count. Panic rose when he began to calculate exactly how many ways Red Dragon could have him removed from this earth for losing Red Dragon's woman.Octavia did not apologize for coming a bit late. “Where the hell have you been? You're going to get me killed,” he yelled. But she brushed past him, ignoring his opening sentence.“Hey, I'm talking to you…” He followed her onto the helicopter, still talking.She sat on the seat calmly and looked out the

Four days since Octavia had last seen Diyorza.The training grounds were empty by the time she finished.Her shoulders burned in a good way; it showed she was progressing. She was taking the path back toward the mansion when Krul stepped into her way, his smile sharp and practiced.“Still acting like you belong here, huh? Foolish girl…” he sneered.She didn’t have time for this, so she moved to pass him.But he grabbed her wrist and yanked her backward.“I’m talking to you, lady, you fat—”The slap was instinctive. Clean. Her hand connected hard enough that his head snapped sideways, cutting his statement short.The silence that followed was deliberate, like the air itself had studied the situation and decided to go quiet.For a moment, something dangerous flickered across his face.“You just hit me!” he growled like a wounded lion.His hand came up on instinct to hit her, but he stopped himself.The ring on his finger caught the light.That was when she saw it.Silver.Etched with a

Octavia missed her morning training. An hour of rest had suddenly become a deep sleep. She slept through the hour she was meant to be on the training grounds.And just as she had been warned before, Red Dragon does not tolerate missed sessions. Not for any reason.Around ten o’clock, the door to her room slammed open. The impact pushed her back to consciousness as Krul walked in with three men behind him. He did not speak at first. He simply nodded, and the men moved.They pulled her from the bed while she was still half-asleep, still tangled in the sheets. She tried to twist free, but their hands were practiced and heavy. “Let me go.” She yelled.Krul smiled wickedly. Another day, another reason to punish her.Octavia was dragged out into the corridor and down the stairs. Her bare feet scraped against the stairs and she shouted once, sharp. But one of them clamped a hand over her mouth.They took her to the small courtyard near the rear of the mansion, the one used for punishments

The late night had gone soft and golden through the heavy curtains. The dim red light in the room stripped the tangled sheets where Sarah and Jake lay tangled together. Their bodies were still warm, still a little damp, the lazy weight of afterglow keeping them pressed close under the duvet. Sarah’s head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns along his collarbone while her breathing slowly evened out.A quiet laugh slipped out of her when he kissed her hair.“You know… She did pick up,” Sarah said, voice still rough around the edges. Jake didn't speak.“I bet she’s happy to hear from me. Probably thinks her little disappearance finally made me miss her.” Sarah continued. Jake chuckled, and Sarah tipped her face up, smiling sheepishly, eyes bright with something sharp and mischievous. “Wait till she hears we’re getting married.”Jake’s chest shook under her cheek. He laughed hard and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. He allowed his lips to linger for a second lon

The water was still warm when Delphine slipped into the room. I heard the door creak. The bathroom was open, but no one came in. I waited in silence for her to call out to me, but she was cold and silent. The same attitude that began four months ago. Simply because I had asked if she had sexual fantasies with me.I listened for a voice, anything. The surface of the water was barely disturbed around me. But when the silence stretched too long. I couldn't hold it anymore. So I rose, and splashes of water hit the floor. Tiptoeing towards the entrance of the bathroom, I looked into the room, and that was when I saw her; dressed in that familiar green gown that stopped just below her knees.She moved the way she always did now: quiet, careful, eyes lowered as if the floor might offer her an escape. She had the composure of someone whom my presence alone discomforts.I watched her as she began turning down the bed, smoothing the sheets with those small, precise hands, pretending the space