All Chapters of The plus size girl: The mafia secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The heavy silence of the master suite stretched between us like a physical weight after the door clicked shut, leaving behind an electric, suffocating tension that seemed to vibrate right through the polished wooden floors.Inside his room, Damien stood frozen near the edge of the oversized bed for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving with hot, shallow breaths. The air still carried the sweet, lingering trace of her perfume, mocking his frayed self control and reminding him of just how close he had come to completely losing his ironclad composure. With a low growl of pure, unrestrained frustration, he dragged both hands down his face, his mind racing as the vivid memory of her standing there in that transparent silk nightgown flashed relentlessly behind his eyelids. The gossamer fabric had hidden nothing, framing every single curve of her body in the amber light, and the raw, staggering visual had pushed him right past the edge of sanity. He could still feel the phantom heat of

Skipping the bustling crowds of the luxury plaza entirely, we slid back into the armored coupe and bypassed the boutiques altogether, heading straight for the vibrant, chaotic sanctuary of Zara’s apartment instead. The heavy, gilded tension of the estate and the lingering heat of morning embarrassment evaporated the moment we walked through her door.Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, jackets tossed onto the couch, and within minutes, we had migrated straight to the kitchen."Okay, I am still processing the fact that you witnessed a total wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions and accidentally narrated a man's entire physical profile," Zara laughed, tying an oversized apron around her waist as she pulled a tray of ingredients out of the refrigerator. "Hand me those tomatoes, chef. We need comfort food, and we need it now."I tossed her the tomatoes, a bright, genuine laugh bubbling up my throat as I leaned against the counter. "I am never living that down. The worst part is he knows

The heavy steel doors of the subterranean command center hissed shut behind him as Damien stormed out into the private garage, the raw, echoing silence of the bunker still ringing in his ears. For the past hour, he had been standing at the absolute edge of the abyss. He had watched millions bleed out of his corporate accounts, listened to the core security architecture collapse layer by layer, and felt the sickening, suffocating grip of helplessness close around his throat. Not because he feared financial ruin money was merely a tool, a weapon to be wielded or discarded. No, the terror that had threatened to tear him apart was the realization that the enemies hunting his company might somehow use the chaos to reach past his defenses and touch Sheba. He had spent weeks wrapping her in steel, insulating her within the high walls of his estate, giving her an armored vehicle and a secure digital sanctuary, all under the arrogant assumption that she was the delicate bird needing his pro

The massive double doors of Damien’s estate swung open as we walked up the stone pathway hand in hand, with Julian and Zara trailing closely behind us. The moment we stepped into the grand, sunlit foyer, Marcus, the impeccably tailored head butler, materialized with his usual serene grace, pausing instantly when he caught sight of our intertwined fingers and the radiant, unrestrained smiles on our faces. Zara didn't waste a single heartbeat before letting out a gasp of pure astonishment, her jaw practically dropping as her eyes swept across the soaring vaulted ceilings, the sweeping double staircase, and the glittering crystal chandelier overhead. "Holy mother of luxury," Zara breathed out, spinning in a slow circle as she took in the palatial expanse. "Sheba, are you sure we didn't just accidentally walk onto the set of a royal movie? This place isn't a house, it's a whole zip code!" Julian chuckled richly from beside her, crossing his arms with an amused grin. "Wait until you s

The heavy iron pots were finally cleaned, the countertops wiped down, and the vast, marble kitchen had completely shifted from a chaotic battleground of culinary opinions into a warm, inviting sanctuary. The rich, savory scent of the meal we had all prepared together lingered in the air as we gathered around the sprawling dining table.Everyone at the table already knew we were together the news had been fully out in the open since the entrance celebration earlier and that only made the teasing flow even more freely.Julian was busy stealing a roasted potato straight off Zara’s plate with a lightning fast fork maneuver, earning himself an immediate, theatrical swat on the arm."If you touch my food again, Julian, I am permanently locking you out of the estate firewall," Zara warned, her eyes flashing with playful menace as she pointed her knife at him, though a bright, knowing grin ruined the threat entirely.Julian laughed, leaning back in his chair with an effortless, cocky swagger.