All Chapters of The Mafia King’s Plus Sized Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Giovanni Voss looked at the stunning, flushed woman in front of him, his eyes flared, tracking the heavy, furious heave of her breasts spilling over her dress, then dropping to the thick stack of bills she had slammed against his chest. A dangerous, predatory amusement struck him. Charlotte Sinclair. How very unexpected. He hadn't wanted to attend the gala tonight. He had little patience for the boring elite of this city. But seeing the submissive wife of his most annoying rival standing in front of him demanding to be ruined, made the entire evening worth it. "Is it not enough?" Charlotte asked suddenly, her voice sharp with impatience when he remained silent. She didn't wait for his answer. Her trembling hands scrambled back into her clutch, pulling out another wad of cash and shoving it against his chest. "I have more. Five thousand. Ten thousand. Just name your price!" Van almost laughed. Not at her, but at the sheer audacity of a woman throwing money at him like he was for sal

The sound of the slap echoed through the living room, leaving everyone too shocked to speak.Charlotte's head had turned to the side from the force of the blow, and for a moment, she remained exactly where she was, one hand hanging by her side as she slowly felt the sting spreading across her cheek. Her ears rang, and she could feel the eyes of everyone in the room fixed on her, but what hurt her most was not the slap itself. It was the fact that Sean, the man she had spent her entire marriage trying to please, had finally raised his hand against her in front of their families."Sean!" Margaret cried out, rising from the sofa so quickly that the silk handkerchief slipped from her lap. "What have you done?"Even Bianca looked taken aback, her lips parting slightly as she stared at her son. Vanessa, who had been enjoying every moment of Charlotte's humiliation just a few minutes ago, had stopped smirking. None of them had expected Sean to go that far, no matter how angry he was with his

FIVE MONTHS LATERCharlotte woke to the sound of a truck reversing outside her window.She groaned, rolled onto her other side, and pulled the duvet over her head, hoping whoever was making all that noise would have the decency to stop. Unfortunately, the rumbling only grew louder, followed by the sound of men shouting to one another and something heavy being dragged across the driveway.She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling."You're kidding me."It was barely six in the morning.For the past three days, trucks had been arriving at the Sinclair estate with flowers, furniture, decorations, and enough equipment to host a small festival. Workers had taken over the gardens, event planners had filled the main house with their endless discussions, and the staff had been running around as though the future of the country depended on everything being ready on time.All because Sean Sinclair was getting married.Again.Well, technically, it would be his first wedding to the woman he ac

For a second, the sunroom was so silent that Charlotte could hear the distant clatter of scaffolding being unloaded on the lawn.Then Sean let out a sharp, incredulous laugh."Your date?" He stared at her as though she had just spoken in a foreign language, his eyes narrowing. "You're joking.""Do I look like I'm joking, Sean?" Charlotte asked, keeping her voice steady.Sean moved away from the back of the sofa, stepping into the open space between them. The smug confidence he usually wore around Olivia had vanished, replaced by an expression of disbelief that quickly turned into irritation. Charlotte, the wife he had discarded, the woman he and his family had spent years making feel undesirable because of her weight, was planning to attend his wedding with another man. The very idea seemed to offend him."Who?" he demanded. "Who the hell are you planning to bring? Some man you've known for five minutes, or are you going to hire some stranger just so you don't have to sit there alone?

They reached Charlotte's office, and Evelyn opened the door for her.The room was exactly as Charlotte remembered it, from the long windows overlooking the city to the shelves lined with company records. A framed photograph of her father stood near the corner of the desk, beside a smaller picture of the two of them taken years earlier at the opening of one of his first major commercial developments.Charlotte paused when she saw it.Her father had been smiling in the photograph, one hand resting on her shoulder while she stood beside him in a pale dress. She remembered how proudly he had shown her the finished building that day, explaining how much work had gone into turning an empty piece of land into something that would serve thousands of people.He had wanted her to understand the business, not simply inherit a title and a collection of shares.And she had once wanted that too.After his death, however, grief had swallowed her whole. Then came the endless disappointment of her mar