All Chapters of The Revenge of Fatso Anna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For my birthday, I was raped and blamed for it by everyone, and my rapist himself told me to consider it a birthday present.Of course, I didn't know any of that when I woke up that morning.Back then, I still believed Dickson Vanderbilt was the worst thing that could happen to me.I walked into the lecture hall with my head down.The seats near the front were already taken, so I moved toward the middle row and tried to squeeze past the knees and bags filling the space. My hip caught the edge of a chair, and the metal scraped loudly against the floor. Heads turned.“Jesus, Fatso.”I knew the voice before I looked.Dickson Vanderbilt sat with his usual group two rows behind me, one arm draped over the back of his chair. He watched me like I had no right to exist in the same room as him, and heat crawled up my neck.I forced myself forward until I found an empty seat.“Careful,” one of his friends called. “Chair almost lost that fight.”I opened my notebook, pretending not to hear the l

I did not go back to campus for a week. Every morning, I left home with my backpack and told my parents I was going to class, but I spent the day hidden in the farthest corner of the public library instead.My textbooks stayed closed. Graduation had once been the finish line I counted toward whenever Galeforge became unbearable, but now I couldn't look at a page without remembering the closet and Williams's hands.At night, I watched the bruises slowly change color.The first morning I went back, I stood outside the campus gates for almost ten minutes before forcing myself through them. Everything looked painfully normal, but the story waiting for me wasn't.Fatso Anna had chased Williams Vanderbilt into a closet. She had begged him for sex. She had thrown herself at him. A photo circulated too. It was blurry, dark, and supposedly me.It wasn't me. The body was different, and the hair was different, but no one cared enough to notice. They had already made up their minds, and the Vand

Anna / Olivia’s POVThere were only two ways this day could end. I would marry Dickson Vanderbilt, or I would kill him.Ten years had changed Anastasia Bennett beyond recognition, but none of it had happened overnight. The weight had taken years to lose through diets, trainers and more discipline than the girl at Galeforge would have believed herself capable of. Pregnancy had changed my body too, leaving stretch marks and loose skin that weight loss could not erase.Eventually, money fixed some of what discipline couldn't. I had the excess skin removed from my stomach and my breasts lifted, leaving thin scars that expensive clothes kept hidden. Some loose skin remained around my thighs and arms, along with stretch marks I had stopped trying to erase.My black hair was blonde now, my thick glasses were gone, and no one looking at Olivia Finley would have recognized Galeforge's Fatso.But Anastasia had never completely disappeared.I had simply learned how to hide her better.I stepped

Anna / Olivia’s POVThe first thing my new husband tried to do was tell me where I was sleeping.We had barely left the building where our marriage became legal when Dickson looked at me and said, “You’re coming home with me.”I raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”“If this marriage is supposed to convince the board and the press, we need to live at the same address. My penthouse makes the most sense.”There it was again. The same confidence Dickson Vanderbilt had possessed at Galeforge, except now he wore expensive suits and expected entire rooms to obey him.Ten years ago, I would have lowered my head.Now I smiled. “You could have asked.”“Would you have said yes?”“Yes.”That seemed to catch him off guard.The truth was, I could have taken Dickson to one of my houses, surrounded him with my staff and made the great Vanderbilt heir my personal prisoner for the next twelve months. But there were things I could only gain by living in his world, and going home with him brought me closer to what

Anna / Olivia’s POVMy heart raced as panic took over, and when a tear slipped down my cheek, I hated it immediately. My legs weakened beneath me, forcing me to grab the edge of the dresser to keep myself upright. “Olivia?”I couldn't answer him yet. My breathing came too quickly, and my fingers trembled against the wood as the closet tried to replace the bedroom around me. I fought against the memory, reminding myself that I wasn't there anymore and Williams wasn't here, until I could finally force myself to look at Dickson. He hadn't moved closer. “Don't touch me,” I managed.His hands dropped immediately. “Okay.”Whatever had been in his eyes disappeared. He stepped farther away and raised both hands. “Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”I gripped the dresser and concentrated on breathing.“I'm getting dressed,” he said quickly. “I'm not going to touch you.”Fabric rustled behind me, but I kept my eyes on the dresser until the bedroom stopped blurring with that closet.