All Chapters of DR DE LUCA'S CHUBBY QUEEN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I should have said no.The penthouse on Fifth Avenue had three floors, six bedrooms, a chef's kitchen I couldn't even name, and a man who looked at me like I was a problem he already solved.His housekeeper, Mrs. Potts, showed me my room."Next to Lily's," she whispered, smiling. "He never lets any nanny sleep on this floor. Only family."My room was bigger than my entire apartment in the Bronx. King bed. Silk sheets. A closet full of new clothes — not my size? No, my EXACT size. Chubby size. Soft dresses. White tops.How did he know my size?Before I could ask, Lily ran in and jumped on my bed. "Isabella! You are here! You are soft like my pillow!"I laughed, hugging her. She smelled like strawberries."Do you want to watch cartoons, baby?""No. I want pasta. The other nannies made salad. I hate salad.""I will make you the cheesiest pasta in New York."Lily cheered.Downstairs, the kitchen was a dream. Marble, gold taps, fridge bigger than my door.I opened it — empty except for pro

The ride home was not silent.It was dangerous.Lily had fallen asleep on the other seat, her little tiara crooked. The driver had the partition up. It was just me and Luciano in the back, in that red dress, with his diamonds on my neck that said MINE.He had not let go of my waist since we left the ballroom."Look at me," he ordered.I looked. His eyes were black in the dark car."You did well, my queen. You made Vanessa cry. You made the board approve my new hospital wing. You made every man want you.""I'm sorry—""Don't be sorry. Be mine."He leaned closer. The red dress had ridden up my thick thighs. His hand — that surgeon's hand that saves lives — slid onto my bare knee.I shivered. The whole penthouse, the gala, the champagne — it was too much. I was a girl from the Bronx who took taxis. Now I was in a Maybach with a billionaire who bought me diamonds because I was chubby."Luciano, this is fake, remember? You said one night—""It stopped being fake when you put on that dress,

"You can't wear that to my hospital."Luciano looked at my outfit — white crop top again, high-waisted jeans hugging my thick thighs — and his jaw clenched."Why? You said no crop tops in kitchen. This is hospital," I teased, feeling brave after yesterday's win.He walked to me in his scrubs, surgeon badge DE LUCA - CHIEF, and pulled me by my soft waist into his office closet."Because every intern, every resident, every patient will stare at my queen's belly and I will have to fire the entire hospital," he growled against my ear, his hand slipping under my top, touching my soft stretch-marked belly like it was gold. "And I like this hospital. I built it.""Possessive much, Dr. De Luca?" I whispered, shivering."Obsessed, Miss Reyes. There's a difference."He kissed me — deep, possessive, in his office with the blinds open — until I moaned.Then he threw his own white coat at me. "Wear this. So they know you are mine."His white coat — huge on me — with DE LUCA on it — over my crop to

I woke up with a flash.Not sunlight — camera flash."MRS. POTTS!"Mrs. Potts stood at my door, phone out, grinning like she won the lottery."Oh don't mind me, darlings! Just documenting history! Mr. De Luca actually slept 8 hours for the first time since 2021! And not alone!"Luciano groaned, pulling my soft body tighter into his chest, his hand still on my belly under his shirt."Mrs. Potts, delete that," he growled, half asleep, shirtless, hair messy."Delete? I already sent it to your mother in Milan, your board, and the family group chat! Caption: FINALLY! And Lily already replied with 10 heart emojis!"I sat up, his shirt riding up my thick thighs, mortified."Mrs. Potts! I'm— I'm his nanny!""Darling, nannies don't sleep on their boss's chest with his hand on their belly. Queens do. And you, my size 16 queen, are finally acting like one."She left, cackling.Luciano looked at me, eyes soft, dangerous."You slept. All night. On me.""I did," I whispered. "You didn't... you just

The marriage contract was on his desk.One page. Expensive paper that cost more than my mom's rent. One page that would make me a billionaire's wife.I, Luciano De Luca, take Isabella Reyes as my wife, my queen, my forever. All my assets, my name, my daughter, my house — hers. Condition: She never wears a coat to hide her belly again. She never hides her size 16 body from me.He had already signed, big angry possessive signature at the bottom. Black ink, deep.Vanessa and her lawyer were gone — police told them "This is a civil family matter, ma'am, and the child verbally said she wants Isabella and is scared of you. Please leave the penthouse." Vanessa left crying, looking at my belly.Now it was just us. Me in the cut wedding dress — belly out, thick thighs out, crown necklace shining — him in suit, Lily asleep upstairs finally after eating ten macarons."Sign, my queen," he whispered, pen in hand, standing behind me, his hard chest to my soft back, his big hand on my soft bare bell