All Chapters of Claiming His Plus Size Contract Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A young, sweaty software engineer sitting at a nearby terminal typed furiously on his keyboard, his eyes wide with nervous excitement."Mr. Sterling! We've successfully breached the core R&D vault!" the engineer shouted over the noise of the fans. "We are downloading the unreleased quantum-processor blueprints right now! And... and the liquid capital accounts are transferring into our offshore shell companies as we speak!"Julian’s smile widened into something truly sinister. The humiliation he had suffered in the corporate boardrooms months ago was finally being wiped away. Every dollar stolen, every secret design copied, every stock metric manipulated—it was all coming together into a masterpiece of revenge."Don't stop," Julian commanded, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Strip the servers bare. Leave him nothing. Let him wake up tomorrow morning to a hollow shell of an empire."Back at the grand estate, Lucien slammed the heavy oak door of his private study shut b

The heavy oak study doors clicked shut with a soft, final sound.The loud shouts of Julian Sterling faded away down the long hallway, swallowed up by the thick stone walls of the grand estate. Then, silence rushed back into the room like a cold wind.Lucien stood beside his massive mahogany desk. The amber glow from the computer monitors cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. He did not move. His broad shoulders were still rigid, his jaw clenched tight.Even though the enemies were gone, the room still felt heavy. It did not feel like a great victory. It felt empty.Lucien looked down at his own hands. They were steady, but inside his chest, his heart felt bruised and battered. The corporate war was won. The hacker was trapped. But the person who had hurt him the most was his own sister.Clara, he thought, a bitter, stinging ache rising in his throat.He had raised her. He had given her every luxury, protected her from the harsh realities of the world, and forgiven a hundred

CHAPTER 66The warm afternoon sun began to sink slowly toward the western horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of gold, soft orange, and gentle purple.The air in the garden cooled down, carrying the crisp, clean scent of damp earth and evening dew. The birds in the tall trees quieted down one by one, settling into their nests as the long shadows stretched across the green lawns of the Vance Estate.Lucien and Alessia walked slowly back toward the house, their fingers laced together. The tension that had gripped their lives for so long was completely gone. Every step they took felt lighter, as if the heavy invisible chains of the past had finally been broken off.Inside the grand kitchen, the chefs had prepared a quiet, simple Sunday evening meal. There were no flashing cameras, no loud party guests, and no sudden alarms. Just a warm, home-cooked dinner waiting for them in the private dining room.The room was lit by a few soft candles sitting on the polished wooden table. A small

CHAPTER 68The morning sun shone bright and warm through the big glass window of the empty room.The walls were now painted a soft, pretty yellow color. The room smelled fresh and clean, like new paint and warm wood. But right now, Lucien and Alessia were not looking at the yellow walls. They were sitting right on the clean plastic drop cloth on the floor.Between them sat the big flat cardboard box.Inside the box was the painting that had just arrived at the front gate. It was wrapped in soft white tissue paper.Alessia looked down at the painting. Her hands were shaking just a little bit. She reached out and touched the smooth edge of the canvas.Lucien sat right beside her. He did not say anything at first. He kept his dark eyes fixed on her face, watching her every move. He was ready to protect her if anything in that box brought her pain."Alessia," Lucien said, his voice very low and gentle. "Do you want to talk about it?"Alessia turned her head and looked at him. Her dark eye

Instead, they talked about small, simple things. They talked about names for the baby. They talked about planting white roses in the garden boxes outside the nursery window. They talked about how fast the weeks were moving, and how eager they were to hold their child in their arms.For Lucien, every single word Alessia spoke felt like a gift. For a man who had spent his entire life guarding his heart behind iron gates and cold calculations, learning how to share ordinary moments over a bowl of soup was the greatest victory he had ever achieved.After dinner, they didn't go back to their computers or their workrooms.They walked out through the glass french doors into the back garden as the twilight shadows began to stretch across the green lawn. The evening air was cool and crisp, carrying the sweet smell of damp earth and blooming jasmine.The large marble fountain near the center of the garden splashed softly, sending clear water dancing up into the air before falling back down in a