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Being a plus-size woman often made her feel invisible, but tonight, desperation made her feel exposed. She straightened her hair, forcing what little professionalism she had left to stand tall once more. The elevator chimed and opened directly into the main living area of the CEO’s penthouse. The interior was spacious, with soaring ceilings dominated by masculine shades of black, charcoal, and gray. Minimalist. Immaculate. Cold, without the slightest trace of warmth. Hellena stepped forward cautiously, the tips of her shoes making almost no sound against the gleaming black marble floor. From the open balcony, she caught sight of a broad, familiar silhouette.

Then, when the bills outgrew what dancing could cover, I let it become something else. Private hookups, arranged through the manager, always with the wealthiest clients. It was an indecent job but indecent jobs were the only ones that paid enough around here, and I would do every filthy thing this city demanded of me, over and over, if it meant Eli kept breathing. I picked up my lipstick and carefully applied it before smoothing a hand over my outfit. My body had always attracted attention. I was a plus-sized woman blessed with generous curves, a narrow waist, full breasts, and wide hips that no dress could ever hide.

“But put this man inside a library and tell him he needs to choose a gift for his wife—” “I will remove you as Beta.” “No, you won’t.” “I am considering it.” “He asked me whether a romance novel was too suggestive.” I stared at Modric. “You did?” Modric looked murderous. Kylian grinned. “He did.” I burst out laughing. “Why did you not buy it?” “I did not know whether you liked romance novels.” “You could have asked.” “I was trying to surprise you.” “And instead you bought me a history book.” “It was about a subject you liked.”

the officer greeted, immediately standing up nervously. I’d already told him that I was Alvaro Del Pino’s wife. But the officer didn’t believe me and actually laughed at me! He said it was impossible for the richest, most powerful, and most handsome businessman to have a wife like me—a plus-sized woman. What’s wrong with being plus-sized, anyway?! Can’t a plus-size woman have a husband like Alvaro?! Ah, I’m still so upset when I think about that officer’s demeaning remarks! But I chose to stay silent, not wanting to cause a scene that would only make things worse for me.

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Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

Third persons POV The sun beats down on the nude beach. Waves crash against the shore in steady rhythm. A group of five friends spreads out towels on the warm sand. Alex, tall with a toned body, strips off his shorts first. His cock hangs semi-hard between his legs. Ben, shorter and muscular, follows. His thick cock sways as he kicks sand away. Mia, with long dark hair and full breasts, peels off her bikini top. Her nipples harden in the breeze. Sara, blonde and curvy, drops her bottoms.

In fact, with the way her temper was rising, she couldn’t promise to let the others go scot-free, but the day hadn’t ended just yet. “Speaking of women,” one of them slurred, pouring himself another glass. “Did you hear about that story on the news? Some guy in our business… poisoned in his own bed. They’re saying a woman did it.” The oldest one chuckled darkly. “Not just any woman, folks. They’re calling her the Black Widow. A ghost. No one knows her face. There are just whispers of her. Apparently, she charms men, and once they give in to her, none of them make it out of her web. Poison Guy’s story is not the only case.”

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