All Chapters of Claiming His Plus Size Contract Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alessia slowly blinked her eyes open. For a second, a soft, floating warmth spread through her chest. Then reality rushed in, and she realized she was wrapped tightly in Lucien’s arms. Her head rested comfortably against his broad, muscular chest, and his large, warm hand was securely locked around her thick waist. Memories of the previous night flashed through her mind—the fierce, passionate heat that had completely destroyed every single boundary of their "strictly business" contract.She shifted slightly, trying to slip out of his heavy grip without waking him up.Instantly, Lucien’s dark eyes flew open. They weren't hazy with sleep; they were sharp, alert, and instantly focused. He didn't let her go. Instead, his arm tightened around her, pulling her right back against his hard body."Where do you think you're going?" Lucien murmured, his voice thick and husky with morning sleep."I... I need to get ready," Alessia whispered, her face turning pink. "If your parents see us looking

"Let him," Lucien said simply, his voice cold and strong. "My life belongs to me, not to them. Besides, I have business back home to finish, and I want you back in my penthouse where you are safe."Hearing the word safe made something warm spread inside Alessia’s chest. For her whole life, nobody had ever made her feel safe. Evander always made her feel small, scared, and unwanted. But Lucien... Lucien stood like a giant wall between her and the whole world.She looked down at the floor, playing with the edge of her sweater. "Thank you, Lucien."Lucien stopped right in front of her. He reached out and lifted her chin up with his warm fingers, making her look right into his eyes."You don't need to thank me, Alessia," he whispered, his voice deep and smooth. "You are my wife. Taking care of you is my job now."Her heart skipped a beat. Even though she knew it was part of their contract, the way he looked at her made her feel like maybe—just maybe—he meant every single word.Two hours l

Alessia sat motionless on a sleek velvet barstool at the marble kitchen island. Her fingers were curled tightly around a warm ceramic mug of herbal tea, though she hadn't taken a sip in ten minutes. Her eyes remained glued to the digital tablet flat on the counter in front of her.The screen glowed with breaking financial news alerts flashing in aggressive, bold red text:"VANCE ENTERPRISES COLLAPSES OVERNIGHT: ACCOUNTS FROZEN, FEDERAL INVESTIGATORS RAID HEADQUARTERS AS INVESTORS PANIC!"She read the headlines once, then twice, her mind struggling to catch up with the sheer speed of what had happened. Evander’s company—the corporate entity he had built with calculated ruthlessness while treating her like an unwanted piece of furniture, the very business he used to fund his lavish lifestyle and his demanding side-piece Liora—was completely wiped out before the morning dew had even evaporated from the streets. Bank accounts were locked down by court order. Creditors had swooped in like

"What did you just say to me?" Liora scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. "Why do you look like that? Did something happen with your stupid morning meetings? Because if you think you can take your bad mood out on me while my card is declined—""My accounts are frozen!" Evander suddenly roared, snapping out of his dazed state and bursting into a furious, panicked yell. He threw his hands out toward the walls. "Everything is frozen! The bank locked everything! Vance Enterprises is gone! We don't have any money, Liora! Not a single cent!"Liora’s jaw dropped. The shopping bag slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud."What... what are you talking about?" Liora stammered, her face turning chalk-white. "Are you joking? Is this some kind of sick joke?! You're a wealthy CEO! You have money in offshore accounts! You have properties!""I have nothing!" Evander screamed, slamming his fist down onto the mahogany desk so hard his knuckles bled. "The federal auditors raided

"Who is this?" the helper asked gruffly."It's Liora! Evander's partner!" she snapped back. "Answer the question! Can someone get inside that club tonight?""Only with a special member pass or a formal invitation," the helper replied. "Security is tighter than a prison. If you try to walk in through the front door, guards will throw you out before you take two steps.""Then we won't walk in through the front door," Liora said, a wicked, cunning smile spreading across her painted lips. "You are going to get us a way inside. Or we will find someone else who can."There was a long silence on the phone. The helper seemed to think about it. Then, a low chuckle came through the speaker."You two really are crazy," the helper muttered. "Alright. I have a contact who works the service entrance—the back way where they bring in the food and wine for the kitchen. If you pay him enough cash, he can give you two staff uniforms. You can walk right in carrying trays of champagne.""We'll do it," Lio