All Chapters of Claiming His Plus Size Contract Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Are you sure you are okay, Lucien?"Alessia's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, cutting through the quiet hum of the bedroom. She sat propped up against the pillows, her eyes fixed on her husband, watching the heavy rise and fall of his broad shoulders.Lucien was still kneeling beside the bed. His large hands rested flat against the mattress, his head bowed. The fierce, terrifying rage that had driven his family out of the house had vanished, replaced by a heavy, quiet exhaustion. He slowly lifted his head and looked at her. The dark anger in his eyes was gone, replaced by a deep, aching tenderness that belonged only to her."I am fine," Lucien murmured, his voice thick and low. He reached up, pressing his palm gently against Alessia's warm cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin with absolute reverence. "I am just angry with myself that they managed to get this close. I told you I would keep the outside world away from our door. I failed at the gate."Alessia shook her head,

The morning sun came up slowly over the hills, painting the sky with bright colors of pink and orange. The night had passed without any trouble, and the house was very quiet.Inside the master bedroom, the heavy curtains were still closed, keeping out the bright glare of the new day. A soft, warm light from the bedside lamp shone on the bed.Gabriel woke up first. He did not cry loudly like some babies do. Instead, he made a tiny, soft squeaking sound and started moving his little hands around in the air.Alessia opened her eyes right away. A mother always hears her baby, even when she is sleeping deeply. She smiled down at the tiny bundle resting against her chest."Good morning, my little boy," Alessia whispered in a sweet, gentle voice. She pressed a soft kiss to his soft black hair.Beside her, Lucien stirred. He was a light sleeper now. Ever since Gabriel was born, every little sound made him wake up instantly to check if his wife and son were safe. He blinked his dark eyes open,

The afternoon sun hung high and warm over the vast, green lawns of the Vance estate. The cool autumn breeze had died down, leaving behind a gentle, golden warmth that made the entire courtyard feel peaceful and safe.Alessia walked slowly along the stone path of the private garden. She wore a soft, flowing pastel dress, and her steps were measured and calm. Because her body was still full and heavy from carrying their baby, every movement took a little extra effort. She carried her plus-size frame with a soft, natural grace, though she could feel the pleasant weight of her postpartum body lingering as she walked. Pushing beside her was a custom baby carriage made of polished wood and fine chrome, carrying little Gabriel. The baby was sleeping soundly, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady, calm rhythm.Walking right beside Alessia was Lucien. He had taken off his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, revealing his strong, muscular forearms. He l

The digital maps on the massive wall screens flashed in shades of bright red and cold blue. Lines of green code cascaded down monitors like falling rain, but none of it brought any comfort to the room.Lucien stood directly behind David’s chair in the center of the master control room. His tall, imposing frame was tense like a coiled spring. Just minutes ago, Mrs. Higgins' frantic voice had echoed through his phone, telling him about little Gabriel’s sudden, terrifying fever. Every single second he remained trapped downtown felt like a lifetime. His mind was torn in half—one half screaming at him to run out of the building, jump into his car, and fly back to the estate to hold his wife and sick baby; the other half knowing that if he walked away right now, the invisible enemy attacking his finances would destroy the foundation beneath his feet.He forced his breathing to remain steady. He was Lucien Vance. He did not break under pressure."Talk to me, David," Lucien commanded, his voi

The big house was very quiet. Outside, the night was dark and cold. The wind blew through the tall trees around the Vance estate.Inside the nursery, the bright lights were turned down low. Alessia sat in the big rocking chair. Her arms were tired, but she held little Gabriel close to her chest. Gabriel was still very hot. His tiny face was red, and he breathed fast. Every time the baby made a soft, crying sound, Alessia felt a sharp pain in her heart.Lucien stood right next to her. His hand rested softly on her shoulder. He did not say anything, but his warm hand gave Alessia strength."His fever is not going down, Lucien," Alessia whispered. Her voice was shaking. Big tears rolled down her cheeks and dropped onto the baby's blue blanket. "What if the medicine does not work? What if something bad happens to our baby?""Hush, my love," Lucien said. His deep voice was very calm and strong. He leaned down and kissed the top of Alessia's head. "The doctor is coming. The private medical