All Chapters of The plus size girl: The mafia secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Sheba hummed along to the upbeat pop song blasting through her car speakers as she navigated the rain-slicked streets, her heart practically buzzing with excitement . Basking in the triumph of an extraordinary afternoon, she glanced at the passenger seat where three crisp, high-end shopping bags sat neatly tucked together containing a sharp designer suit for Adrian, a bottle of his favorite imported cologne, and a bold, gorgeous dress she had spent two hours trying on at the luxury mall . For the first time in months, standing in that fitting room mirror, she had allowed herself to feel vibrant, sexy, and utterly proud of her curves, eager to sweep her fiancé into a night of uninhibited celebration . She pushed the front door open, her boots squeaking against the wet entryway rug . "Adrian?" she called out, her deep voice echoing down the dimly lit hallway . "Babe, I'm back! I brought dinner and those suits you wanted!" No answer came, but the faint sound of slow, heavy music drift

The headlights of Sheba’s car cut through the heavy rain as she pulled into the long driveway of her parents’ suburban home . The large brick house stood imposing in the dark, every room on the ground floor illuminated with warm, golden light .Sheba sat in the idling car for a moment, resting her forehead against the steering wheel . Her body felt bruised and heavy, her right hip throbbing in sharp, rhythmic beats . She had nowhere else to go tonight . Every piece of her life had been tied to the house she shared with Adrian, and walking into a hotel room looking like a bloody, sobbing mess was more exposure than her shattered dignity could endure .She stepped out of the car, pulled her wet jacket around her shoulders, and unlocked the front door .The smell of roasted meat and expensive wine hit her immediately, along with the loud, overlapping sound of laughter coming from the formal dining room . Her family was celebrating .Sheba walked down the hallway, her wet boots squeaking

The icy blue glare of the laptop screen cast sharp, pale shadows across the dark wooden desk in the corner of her childhood room . Outside, the rain continued to beat an unrelenting rhythm against the glass, but inside, the only sound was the low, steady whir of the cooling fan . Sheba sat motionless, her broad shoulders braced against the wooden chair, staring at line after line of proprietary execution scripts scrolling before her eyes . Every algorithm, every automated routing protocol, and every encrypted database framework currently running the backbone of her family’s enterprise bore her thumbprint . She knew every weakness in the system . She knew every shortcut, every hidden file path, and every line of code because she had bled over them night after night while her family slept . Sheba reached to the edge of the desk and dragged the thick Manila envelope closer . She pulled out the heavy, cream colored pages of the joint venture contract and laid them beside her keyboard u

The interior of the Maybach was suffocatingly warm compared to the biting rain outside, filled with the soft, high-end smell of rich leather and cedarwood. Sheba sat squeezed into the far corner of the plush back seat, clutching her damp coat around her knees. Her body wouldn't stop trembling, a violent vibration running from her core all the way to her fingertips. In the front seat, the driver pulled off his leather driving gloves and turned around with a bright, easy smile that practically cut through the tension in the car. "Hey, easy there," he said, his voice warm and full of life. "I’m Julian. Don't mind the big brooding statue sitting next to you. He looks like he bites, but I promise he’s mostly just bad for people's blood pressure." Sheba flinched slightly at the sudden friendliness, her wide brown eyes darting from Julian to the man sitting beside her. Damien didn't even blink. He didn't smile, nor did he offer a single shred of warmth. He sat in complete, rigid silence