All Chapters of Nobody Dare Dumps This Curvy Bitch: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gabby The deep rumble of the Lamborghini’s engine echoed off the towering glass buildings of Wall Street as we pulled up to the main entrance of Vanny Holdings headquarters. Nathan had chosen a low, pitch-black Lamborghini that sat close to the pavement like a dark shadow—one more reminder that he owned a fleet of luxury cars, each selected to project power, wealth, and status. I pushed open the heavy butterfly door. The crisp morning air hit my face as the door lifted smoothly toward the sky. Placing one hand on the smooth leather frame, I drew a steady breath and stepped out onto the polished stone pavement in front of the towering glass skyscraper. I straightened my spine, rolled my shoulders back, and smoothed the front of my dark navy blazer—the structured jacket Khloe had pulled from my closet only hours earlier. The fitted material hugged my chest, cinched in at my waist, and flowed naturally over my full hips. For years, even before Joel only made things worse. I had hidde

GabbyThe floor-to-ceiling glass in Nathan’s corner executive office offered an unobstructed view of the Manhattan skyline, bathed in the sharp, clear light of mid-morning. The space smelled faintly of polished mahogany and rich espresso. Behind the heavy obsidian desk sat Nathan, his dark eyes calmly scanning a tablet while I stood nearby, reviewing the initial financial breakdowns for the Merger Gala.The quiet was shattered when the heavy double doors flew open with a violent thud.Joel didn't bother knocking. His hair was disheveled, his tie pulled loose at the collar, and his face was flushed with a mixture of raw indignation and humiliation. Right behind him, Nathan’s personal secretary looked panicked, holding a folder to her chest."Mr. Vanny, I told him you were in a private session—""Leave us, Sarah," Nathan commanded without raising his voice, his gaze shifting slowly from his screen to his cousin. The door clicked shut behind the assistant, leaving an oppressive silence h

GabbyMy eyes stayed locked on the small, heavy navy-blue velvet box resting on the dark mahogany desk. The rich fabric caught the warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Nathan’s office, giving it an expensive, polished glow.My pulse skipped a beat. After the intense confrontation with Joel just minutes ago, my body was still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. But looking at this quiet, elegant gesture from Nathan, a totally different kind of warmth bloomed in my chest.I stepped closer to the desk, the soft carpet silencing my high heels. I reached out and picked up the velvet box. It felt surprisingly heavy in my palm."Nathan, you didn't have to get me anything," I said softly, looking up at him. "Getting this office and having you stand by me against Joel was already more than enough."Nathan remained leaning against the edge of his desk, his arms crossed over his chest. His charcoal suit jacket stretched taut across his broad shoulders, and his dark eyes w

GabbyThe high-waisted, grey blazer dress fit me like it was made just for my body.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing the smooth wool down over my waist and hips. The thick belt pulled in neatly around my middle, creating a sharp, strong look that showed off my full hourglass figure without hiding a thing. Below the hem, my legs looked long and neat in my simple black heels. Resting right at the middle of my collarbone, catching the morning sunlight, was the dark blue sapphire pendant Nathan gave me yesterday.I looked like a woman who truly belonged on the 48th floor.When the pitch-black Lamborghini pulled up outside my Brooklyn apartment building at seven-thirty sharp, I didn't hesitate. I walked down the front steps with my head held high, opened the butterfly door, and slid into the leather passenger seat.Nathan sat behind the wheel in a neat, grey three-piece suit that matched my dress almost perfectly. His dark hair was combed back cleanly, and his jaw was smoot

GabbyThe black pen felt smooth and steady in my hand as I circled another set of numbers on the white paper in front of me.Sitting at the large obsidian desk on the 48th floor, surrounded by financial books and line-item breakdowns, I felt a sharp sense of focus. Only three hours ago, Nathan had shown me how middle managers hide extra cash inside corporate proposals. Now, looking through the early Gala budget draft Joel had dropped off at noon, his entire plan was falling apart right before my eyes."He tried to hide twelve thousand dollars under 'security upgrades,'" I said, sliding the paper across the dark desk toward Nathan. "And look at the flower design costs. He doubled the price compared to last year's event report."Nathan leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. He glanced at the numbers I had circled, his dark eyes shining with clear pride."He assumed you wouldn't check the historical records," Nathan said, his deep voice smoot