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a reporter called, leaning forward. Vanessa laughed lightly, the sound soft yet teasing. “Theo is indeed attractive, but that won’t happen! I have no space left in my heart for him.” A ripple of laughter swept through the press. Vanessa’s words reminded everyone of her high-profile relationship. A year ago, she had revealed publicly that she was dating the son of Sanders Rowes, CEO of the Rowes Corporation—a man of wealth, looks, and impeccable pedigree. Gossip columns had devoured every detail, and though some fans had been envious, her popularity had not wavered. On the contrary, headlines like “Vanessa Hartley: Winner in Life” and “A Perfect Pair” had only cemented her status further.

Chloe sat on the couch with her rounded belly clearly visible under a loose sweater, a tablet on her lap. “I’m done,” Vanessa announced, voice carrying through the entire space. “I met someone richer who doesn’t need a backup plan and a fat surrogate to produce an heir. I’m backing out. No more pretending this was ever my idea.” Damian stepped out of his office, phone already buzzing with incoming notifications. “Vanessa, what the hell are you…” “Check the tabloids,” she cut in, tossing her hair. “It’s already leaking., I’m not getting tied down to this mess, You handle your little arrangement. I’m out.”

What the hell did she want? “Since when did you start driving this old thing?” She says, glancing up and down at me with her fake lashes. “Get out of my way Vanessa,” I reply venomously. This is the same person I caught Ethan sleeping with. His bimbo looking longtime admirer. I wonder how many times she’s gone under the blade and each time, she comes out looking even more horrible than before. I think she did a BBL recently. That seems to be the new trend. Not for me though, I like my soft round onion booty just the way it is.

Vanessa went to his navel and gave it the same treatment she gave his nipples and even created hickeys around it for some crazy decoration before moving to his lower region! She wildly removed his boxer and exposed his long man. She drooled, looked at it and stroked it several times before kissing the tip. She massaged it with her hands before dipping it in her flirtatious mouth and sucked on it like her life depended on it. She almost choked herself but she could care less as that was what she loved the most about it. She wanted to take it all in her mouth but it was too long so she kept forcing it and she was crazily enjoying herself.

"Her name's Victoria Ponte, Italian. She has had a boob job done twice and a buttock lift and a few other things my dad won't tell me about. My dad actually hates her but she pays a lot, like wayyyy lot." I glanced at her breasts and butt which seemed too big for a lady of her age or any lady for that matter. "It's written cosmetic surgery all over her." I murmured. Colton and Nathan let out a chuckle. "That's the rich for you." Colton shrugged. I gazed up at his grey eyes and seemed to be more alluring tonight. "You are all not the same." He stared back at me and then lifted up a shoulder nonchalantly. "I guess not."

I was Victoria Smith, the girlfriend of Jack Anderson, one of the wealthy heirs of the upper society in our city. But very soon, I would not be his girlfriend anymore. That was because I wanted to teach him a lesson. Why did I not break up with him like a decent person before getting together with someone else? Well, he brought this upon himself. He disliked my figure, and he kept pressuring me to get breast reduction surgery. What was even more irritating was that he even had a second account to talk to other women behind my back.

She hesitated, then spun the half-truth she'd prepared. “There was an auction abroad. One of Mr. Remmington’s lesser-known pieces resurfaced. A collector won the bid, and I paid six billion to get it back. It’s authentic. I swear.” The moment Victoria hung up, Madam Vanderbilt was emboldened. “Perfect. I’ve hired the best appraiser in New York. I’ll make this public—everyone will be there tonight to witness her disgrace. If the old man wants to stay quiet, let him. But I’ll show him just how wrong he was to favor a snake like Serena!”

The grown-up version of wadded-up tissues? When Madonna winced, Alyssa laughed. “You gotta do what you gotta do. They’re like an instant boob job. With clothes on, no one will know the difference.” Releasing the breath she’d been holding, Madonna realized that was likely true. She had no business bemoaning the fact she wasn’t a D cup.

He didn't reply. Instead he finished unwrapping her chest. It took every millimeter of self-control he could muster to keep a poker face. Sure, there was a lot of healing to do, but he could already tell his sister's new boobs were fantastic. Great, add this to her beautiful face, impossibly long legs and glorious tush. Jess had just piled on one more ridiculously hot thing about her for him to try not to think about. Her new breasts were large, gravity-defying teardrops. They sat a little high right now, but when they settled in she would be ready for a centerfold.