All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2“Don’t be ridiculous, Vivienne! Lower your chin and come with me right now,” Dominic hissed. His grip on Vivienne’s elbow was so tight that his nails almost pierced through the satin fabric of her dress.Vivienne did not move. Instead of fear, she stared straight at the dozens of eyes now locked on them.Lucas chuckled, breaking the tense silence. He swirled his champagne glass with a mocking expression. “Come on, Dominic. Don’t stop your wife from dancing. Let her try. I’m curious... can a pig dance gracefully on stage like a swan?”Pig.The word struck Vivienne squarely in the chest. It hurt more than a physical slap. She glanced at Dominic, hoping her husband would punch Lucas or at least throw an insult back at him. But Dominic remained silent. Instead, he looked at Vivienne with a gaze that seemed to confirm Lucas’s words: You are embarrassing, and you deserve to be called that.“Let go of me, Dominic,” Vivienne whispered, her voice trembling not from weakness, but from

The sound of the front door being opened roughly shattered the silence of the night exactly at one in the morning. Vivienne, who had been curled up in the dark corner of the second-floor hallway, immediately tensed. Unsteady footsteps and soft flirtatious giggles echoed through the living room.It was Dominic. And he was not alone.Vivienne gathered the courage to peek through the gap in the stair railing. Down below, beneath the dim lights of the living room, Dominic—heavily drunk—looked completely helpless as Giselle guided his body toward the long sofa. The moment Dominic’s tall body collapsed against the velvet couch, Giselle wasted no time. The woman immediately climbed onto him, sitting on Dominic’s stomach in an extremely intimate position.“Dominic... you’re so drunk, Hmm?” Giselle whispered, her voice low and seductive.Dominic did not answer with words. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Giselle’s waist, pulling her slender body closer until their chests collided. The next

The clock had only just struck nine in the morning when the taxi dropped Vivienne off in the integrated business district. There was still one hour left before her appointment with Alistair Vance. Her stomach growled loudly, blending with the lingering ache and anger from what had happened with Tristan earlier.Whenever she felt upset, heartbroken, or humiliated, Vivienne’s main escape was food. She stepped into a European classic-style café on the corner of the street. Without caring about the waiters’ stares, Vivienne ordered recklessly: a large portion of warm butter croissants, Eggs Benedict drenched in thick hollandaise sauce, and a full plate of French toast covered in maple syrup and berries.As soon as the food arrived, Vivienne immediately ate voraciously, ignoring all the socialite etiquette that had tortured her for so long. For her, every bite of sweet and savory food was the only remedy for her shattered soul.Scrape.The empty chair in front of her was suddenly pulled ou

Christian Vance was the type of man who had strict rules when it came to bed affairs. To him, kissing on the lips was disgusting. Exchanging saliva and the warmth of tongues was far too intimate, far too similar to a love commitment he deeply despised. Women, to him, were nothing more than objects to release his lust. However, the moment he stared at Vivienne’s plump neck now glistening with tiny beads of sweat, Christian’s ego burned to ashes.Vivienne had completely lost her strength. Christian’s brutal restraint and the play of his tongue against the hollow of her neck stole away every last bit of resistance she had left. When Christian suddenly jerked her curvy body around, flipped her position, then carried her over his shoulder with absolute dominance, Vivienne could no longer fight back. She surrendered as Christian brought her out of the deserted hallway and shoved her into the back cabin of a black Rolls-Royce—a luxurious high-powered vehicle usually driven by the city’s high

Alistair did not take his eyes off Vivienne for even a second. The darkness in his gaze stripped away her defenses one by one. As he exhaled the last trace of smoke from his lips, the mature man gave another command that was no less absolute.“Take off all your clothes, Vivienne. I don’t like barriers between us.”Those words vibrated lowly, creeping into Vivienne’s ears. The curvy twenty-year-old woman trembled violently. Her sanity screamed in rejection, yet the foreign desire already burning between her thighs took over her control instead. Her chubby fingers moved to the collar of her cream blouse, undoing the buttons one by one with shaky movements. The thin fabric slipped onto the thick carpet, followed by the pencil skirt tightly wrapping around her hips.Now, on the silk bed, Vivienne was completely free of any fabric. Her plump body, soft, ripe, and pale as marble, was fully exposed beneath the dim lights of the beach villa.“Good,” Alistair praised, his voice hoarse as he re