Nobody Dare Dumps This Curvy Bitch의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

GabbyMy fingers locked so hard around the black leather folder that my knuckles went white.Lina’s hand had just left my waist and the heat in my chest was not fear. It was fury, clean and blinding, the kind that makes your ears ring.I’m joining the company.The words sat in the room like a slap. It was not enough that Joel was three floors down on the forty-fifth, chewing on his own regret and waiting for me to slip. Now Nathan’s ex had walked onto the forty-eighth floor, put her fingers in my hair, dragged her palm down my jacket, touched my belly like I was something she could claim, and dropped her little bomb right in front of both of us.Lina gave me one last sweet, poisonous smile, turned on her heel, and walked out. The glass doors shut with a soft click and the office went quiet in a way that felt worse than shouting.That was when I stopped holding it in.I spun on Nathan and dumped the folder on his desk hard enough to make the papers jump.“Are you serious right now?” My

GabbyI stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, gently smoothing the soft, rich fabric of my dress down over my hips.It was a deep burgundy red dress—the shade of aged wine. The material clung effortlessly to my body, hugging my waist, emphasizing the soft curve of my hips, and framing my collarbones with a classic sweetheart neckline.Looking at my reflection in the warm glow of my vanity light, a sudden wave of emotion washed over me. Seeing myself wrapped in red instantly brought back memories of another dress—the short red fitted gown I wore to Joel and Titi's wedding. That was the night my whole life changed. That was the night I hired Nathan for a three-hour fake date, only for him to take the stage and publicly announce our engagement to the entire room.Back when I put on that short red dress for Joel's wedding, I was desperate to hold my head high, prove a point, and survive the embarrassment of facing my ex-boyfriend. But tonight, staring at the burgundy sil

GabbyThe loud, sharp voice echoing through the quiet elegance of L’Étoile Royale froze the air right in my lungs.I turned my head toward the archway, and the breath completely left my body.Standing by the host’s desk was Lina Vine.She looked absolutely stunning—the kind of gorgeous that felt engineered to make other women shrink. She was wearing a liquid-silver satin jumpsuit that draped over her tall, slender frame like spilled mercury. It clung to her waist, showed off her long legs, and caught the warm candlelight in a way that made her look like she belonged on a runway, not in a restaurant lobby. Her dark hair fell in perfect, glossy waves, and her red lipstick was applied with ruthless precision.Looking at her standing beside two wealthy-looking board members, a sudden, heavy wave of insecurity washed over me. Next to her polished, high-society glamour, a quiet voice in the back of my mind whispered that I was out of my depth. I felt the urge to pull back, to shrink into th

GabbyThe silent, heavy question sat between us in the quiet car, making the air feel suddenly thin.Going to his house felt like crossing a massive line. Up until now, everything we were doing had a clear boundary—a fake engagement, public appearances, and playful banter over candlelit dinners. But going to his private home late at night? That was personal. That felt real, intimate, and dangerous.I hesitated, my fingers tightening over the smooth leather strap of the seatbelt as I weighed the silent risks in my head. If I went with him, I knew I was playing with fire. The chemistry between us was already spiraling out of control, and being alone with him in his private space would only make it harder to remember where the act ended and reality began.Seeing my clear hesitation, Nathan didn't push me. He didn't try to persuade me or use his usual smooth corporate pressure. He just kept his hands resting casually on the steering wheel, his dark gaze locked onto mine, waiting patiently

GabbyThe phone in my hand felt as heavy as a block of concrete.I stood frozen in the middle of my dark, empty living room, staring down at the glowing screen for what felt like an eternity. My thumb hovered uselessly over the glass while those familiar ten digits flashed back at me over and over again. Every harsh buzz of the phone against my skin felt like a sharp shock running straight up my arm, making my stomach tie itself into tight, painful knots.My head was spinning with absolute chaos. Part of me wanted to hurl the phone across the room, smash it against the wall, and watch it break into a million pieces just to stop the noise. But another part of me was completely paralyzed, pinned to the spot by the sheer sight of that number on my screen.Eventually, the ringing stopped.Silence fell over the room again—heavy, quiet, and thick enough to make my ears ring. I let out a long, ragged breath that I hadn't realized I was holding, dropping my hand slightly as a tiny sliver of h