All Chapters of Claiming His Plus Size Contract Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Across the city in a dark, expensive office, Evander sat at a large glass desk. His face was red with anger. He looked at his laptop screen, and his hands shook.Just one hour ago, his master plan was working. He had posted those ugly, cruel lies about Alessia online. He thought he would sit back and watch her name get dragged through the dirt. He thought he would hurt her so badly that she would have to call him and beg for mercy.Instead, the exact opposite had happened.Right before his eyes, his plan fell apart. A message popped up on his computer screen from his bank. Then another message came from his company accountant.Account frozen.Contract cancelled.Server error.Evander picked up his desk phone with a shaking hand and dialed his office manager. "What is going on?" he shouted into the phone. "Why did the bank lock my accounts? Why did our biggest shipping partner just cancel our deal?"On the other end of the line, his manager sounded terrified. "Sir, I don't know! Everyt

The calendar pages turned, and the heavy seasons rolled gracefully over the sprawling, beautiful grounds of the Vance Estate. Time, which had once felt like a sharp, heavy chain dragging Alessia backward into her painful past, slowly transformed into a gentle, healing river.Two years had passed since the morning Evander tried to breach the gates and failed miserably. In those two years, the outside world had quieted down completely. Evander’s company had crumbled into absolute ruin under the weight of federal audits and frozen assets, leaving him powerless, broke, and entirely forgotten. Marcus Vance, the disgruntled former rival who had tried to whisper schemes in the dark, had also vanished into the shadows, realizing that fighting the impenetrable fortress of the Vance empire was an impossible dream.Inside the gates of the estate, life was filled with peace, laughter, and the bright, bouncing energy of a growing toddler.Little Gabriel was no longer the quiet, sleepy infant who n

The warm afternoon sun shone brightly over the private courtyard of the Vance Estate, casting long, peaceful shadows across the manicured green lawns and the blooming white rosebushes. Inside the spacious second-floor family parlor, the atmosphere was relaxed and quiet.Little Gabriel was fast asleep in his ivory wooden crib in the adjoining nursery, resting peacefully after an active morning of running around and playing with his toy blocks.Alessia sat on the edge of the cream-colored sofa, holding a warm cup of herbal tea between both hands. She wore a comfortable linen dress, her dark hair falling softly around her shoulders. She was still thinking about her first successful morning in her new private gym, feeling a deep, satisfying sense of accomplishment in her muscles.Lucien sat right beside her on the sofa. He had finished his afternoon corporate reviews and set his secure tablet aside on the mahogany coffee table. He turned his body slightly toward Alessia, resting one arm a

The morning sun rose high above the towering stone walls of the Vance Estate, casting brilliant beams of golden light across the manicured lawns and the blooming white rosebushes. Inside the massive mansion, everything was exceptionally quiet, clean, and meticulously organized. It was Thursday morning, the day of the private interview. For the past two days, Alessia had thought carefully about the shortlist of candidates. While all three women presented by Lucien’s security team were exceptionally qualified, her choice had remained firmly on Elena—the twenty-eight-year-old specialist in toddler development and pediatric first aid who possessed a calm, gentle, and patient temperament. Alessia stood near the tall arched windows of the second-floor family sitting room, wearing a simple, elegant ivory blouse and tailored trousers. Her dark hair was neatly pinned back, and her face carried a calm, focused expression. Despite her initial fears of letting a stranger into her private wor

The morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of the Vance Estate’s second-floor family parlor, casting soft, warm patterns across the polished hardwood floors. Outside, the autumn breeze gently rustled the leaves in the private courtyard, but inside, the atmosphere was filled with an inspiring, creative energy.It was Tuesday afternoon, the day after Elena’s successful first trial day.With Elena downstairs in the bright playroom engaging little Gabriel with educational puzzles and building blocks, Alessia finally had a quiet, uninterrupted block of personal time. Instead of feeling restless or worrying about her son, she felt completely at ease, knowing her child was safe, happy, and well cared for.Alessia sat at the large mahogany writing desk near the arched window. On top of the clean wooden surface rested a brand-new, thick sketchbook with smooth, heavy cream-colored pages, accompanied by a set of fine-tipped sketching pencils, colored markers, and soft pastel chalk