The plus size girl: The mafia secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Sheba ~ I reached down, grabbed the heavy metal umbrella, stowed it neatly in the door pocket, and I locked my jaw. If they thought I was going to sit here quietly while they fought my war, they had another thing coming. The security lock on the Maybach door clicked silently, an electronic whisper that felt entirely too quiet against the roar of the rain outside. Through the thick glass, I watched damien standing mere feet away from Adrian, his posture radiating a dangerous, controlled fury. Adrian looked entirely too comfortable surrounded by his armed thugs, flashing that smug, condescending grin that made my blood run hot. He thought he had us cornered. He thought he could walk onto this property, insult me, and walk away like a conqueror. He had no idea what kind of storm he had just stepped into. Before Julian voice could crackle through the radio earpiece to stop me again, I pushed the door open. The cold, driving rain hit my face instantly, soaking through my hair and pl

The transition from the intense atmosphere of the estate back into the quiet luxury of my suite felt like stepping into another dimension. After a grueling day of physical conditioning and financial strategy, the heavy mahogany doors closed behind me, shutting out the relentless demands of Damien's world. I walked straight into the en suite bathroom and turned on the rainfall shower, letting the steaming water wash away the sweat, dust, and lingering tension of the day.When I stepped out, wrapped in a plush white bathrobe, a soft knock sounded at the bedroom door. Marcus entered quietly, pushing a small silver trolley holding a covered ceramic bowl and a tall glass of sparkling water infused with cucumber and mint."The chef prepared this specially for you, Miss Sheba," Marcus said with a polite, respectful nod, lifting the lid to reveal a grilled herb-crusted salmon fillet resting over a bed of quinoa and roasted asparagus.My stomach let out an immediate, traitorous growl. It was u

The afternoon sun was melting into a bruised twilight of deep purple and gold by the time Marcus knocked discreetly on my door, carrying a tall, sleek garment bag. Inside hung a masterpiece. Fabricated from liquid midnight silk that shimmered like starlight under the warm recessed lighting, the backless evening gown clung to every hard earned contour of my transformed physique. It was bold, unapologetically stunning, and carried the quiet, devastating elegance of a weapon wrapped in silk.When I stepped out of the suite and walked down the grand staircase into the lower foyer, the ambient noise of the estate seemed to drop an octave.Julian was waiting by the main doors, dressed in a sharp three-piece tuxedo, holding a small velvet jewelry box. But it was Damien who caught my breath. Standing at the base of the marble steps in a tailored black bespoke suit, his obsidian eyes tracked my descent with an intensity that made the air feel suddenly thin. The raw, unapologetic hunger in his

The blood drained entirely from Sheba's face.She stared at Marcus, her mind violently short-circuiting on the words. Not today. Not now. Her internal calendar, calculated down to the exact second based on his initial itinerary, had placed his return a full seven days from now. Next week. He was supposed to be wrapped up in high-level capital negotiations in the city until next week."What?" The single word slipped past her lips, small and breathless, rattling against the sudden, suffocating stillness of the room.Before Marcus could offer another grim confirmation, heavy, unmistakable footsteps echoed down the corridor, sounding like rolling thunder against the polished marble floor. The air pressure in the east wing shifted instantly, growing dense, heavy, and overwhelmingly familiar. The magnetic pull she had spent a grueling month trying to harden her soul against slammed back into her chest with terrifying, kinetic force.Panic, sharp and cold, flooded her veins.For the past thi

The air between us felt suddenly radioactive, charged with a strange, suffocating heat that made every breath a conscious effort.Being pulled flush against his chest was nothing like I had imagined during the long, agonizing nights of isolation. I had spent thirty days visualizing this exact moment picturing myself as an unshakeable fortress, cold and untouchable, staring him down with the absolute detachment of a stranger. Instead, I was trapped against a wall of solid muscle and raw, unyielding heat, my heart hammering a frantic, traitorous rhythm against his ribs.Up close, the sheer magnitude of him was overwhelming.His dark gaze locked onto mine, burning with a fierce, possessive intensity that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with dominance. He didn't love me. I knew that better than anyone. Damien didn't know how to love; he only knew how to conquer, to possess, and to keep his enemies close and his property closer.And right now, looking at the way his jaw