Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride
Nadine said.
I remained silent, my hands still clenched.
Nadine examined my body from head to toe. Her eyes paused at every part I hated: my protruding stomach, my wide waist, my large thighs, my plump arms.
"I wonder why Alex still bothers with you. Back then, I thought there must be something special about you. Maybe you're smart, or kind, or you have something I don't."
She shook her head.
"But it turns out, no. You're just a fat woman who doesn't know her place."