All Chapters of Claiming His Plus Size Contract Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The rain in the city had stopped by late afternoon, but out at the Vance Estate, the mist still clung softly to the tips of the tall pine trees and the dark green hedges of the private courtyard.Inside the house, the atmosphere was entirely different from the cold, broken skyscraper miles away. Here, the air smelled of warm cedar wood, fresh vanilla, and the faint, sweet scent of brewing chamomile tea.Alessia sat on the plush velvet sofa in the private upstairs sitting room, her feet propped up on a padded ottoman. She wore a soft, loose-fitting knitted sweater in a pale cream color that wrapped around her full, rounded figure like a warm hug. Resting in her lap was the handmade baby quilt her mother had given her the day before. Her fingers traced the delicate gold stitches of the oak tree pattern over and over again, lost in a quiet maze of thought.The visit from her mother had opened a door to the past. Even though the reunion had been deeply healing and filled with love, it had

Upstairs in the private medical recovery suite of the Vance Estate, the room was warm, quiet, and filled with the soft, steady hum of the medical monitor.Alessia rested comfortably against a stack of white feather pillows. The sharp pain from her fall down the grand staircase earlier that morning had settled into a dull, heavy ache, but the comforting presence of the private doctor and the reassuring rhythm of the baby's heartbeat on the monitor had chased away the worst of her fear.She wore a loose, pale blue cotton gown. Her hair was tied back in a soft braid, and a warm fleece blanket was draped carefully over her legs.Lucien sat right beside her on the edge of the bed. He had not left her side for a single second. His large, strong hand held hers, his thumb gently stroking the skin over her knuckles. His dark eyes were filled with an intense, unwavering devotion, as if he were guarding a precious treasure against the entire world."How are you feeling?" Lucien asked, his deep v

The morning sun rose high over the Vance Estate, breaking through the heavy gray clouds of the previous night and painting the sky in soft shades of gold, pale pink, and brilliant blue. The rain had completely stopped, leaving the vast lawns, the manicured boxwood hedges, and the vibrant flower beds washed clean and sparkling with countless tiny droplets of morning dew. The air outside was crisp, fresh, and filled with the sweet, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming jasmine.Inside the master bedroom, the heavy velvet curtains remained partially drawn, letting in just enough warm sunlight to create a peaceful, golden glow across the polished hardwood floors.Alessia woke up slowly. For a long moment, she just lay there against the soft, feathery pillows, listening to the absolute quiet of the morning. There was no sound of distant traffic, no shouting from the streets, and no lingering anxiety from the terrifying fall she had suffered down the grand staircase just days before. Her b

The sun dipped slowly below the western horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet, burning orange, and soft indigo. As evening settled over the vast grounds of the Vance Estate, the automatic outdoor lanterns flickered to life along the winding stone pathways, casting a warm, welcoming glow across the manicured lawns.Inside the private dining room, the atmosphere was quiet, intimate, and deeply peaceful.The large mahogany dining table, which could easily seat twenty guests, was set for only two. In the center sat a simple silver candelabra, its flickering white flames dancing softly in the still air. There were no corporate executives, no high-society rivals, and no lingering pressures from the outside world. There was only the gentle clink of silverware against fine china, the soft hum of the estate's central heating, and the quiet comfort of each other's presence.Alessia sat at the side of the table, wearing a comfortable, flowing emerald-green dress that draped softly o

The golden light of mid-morning poured gently through the tall, arched windows of the master bedroom, washing over the hardwood floors in warm, comforting waves.The frantic energy of the night had completely faded away. The medical equipment had been quietly packed up and rolled out, leaving behind only the soft hum of the air purifier and an overwhelming sense of profound, unbroken peace.Alessia lay resting against a mountain of soft, fluffed pillows in the center of the large bed. Her body was tired from the long labor, but a deep, radiant glow filled her face. Resting snugly in the crook of her right arm, wrapped securely in a thick, soft white cashmere blanket, was their newborn son. He was fast asleep, his tiny chest rising and falling in slow, rhythmic breaths, a mop of dark, soft hair covering his little head.Lucien sat right beside her on the edge of the mattress. He had not slept a wink, but his face carried no trace of fatigue—only a quiet, fierce devotion. He rested his