All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vivienne reclined comfortably on a luxurious velvet sofa in the living room. The atmosphere inside the room was calm, a stark contrast to the storm of plans she was arranging in her mind. Around her, the five maids moved efficiently, treating her like a true queen.One maid gently massaged her slightly sore shoulders, the lingering result of the intense encounter earlier that afternoon. Another knelt on the floor, massaging her calves and feet. On her right, a maid carefully cleaned and filed her fingernails, while the maid on her left stood ready to feed her pieces of fresh strawberries.Bang!The mansion's front door burst open with a rough shove. Dominic Thorne strode inside with a troubled expression and obvious frustration etched across his face. He tossed his jacket aside carelessly, expecting a warm welcome or at least a servant rushing over to take his belongings as usual. But nothing happened. The five maids did not even glance at him; they remained focused on pampering Vivie

Alistair Vance shoved the woman on top of him away so roughly that she nearly fell off the king-size bed. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes radiated overwhelming frustration."Get out," Alistair hissed in a low voice that chilled the atmosphere in the room."But, Mr. Vance... I haven't even—""I said get out of my room right now!" Alistair barked, causing the high-class escort hired by his secretary to hurriedly gather her clothes from the floor and flee the suite in fear.Alistair gripped his head as a sudden throbbing headache struck him.Damn it.The woman's touch, scent, and moans had failed to arouse him in the slightest. His mind had already been locked onto the memory of Vivienne's warmth and soft, plump skin. The substantial touch of that curvy woman had become like a drug that corrupted his nervous system. Alistair refused to be touched by any escort tonight; his mature body wanted only Vivienne.With anger burning in his chest, Alistair grabbed his phone. He didn't care

The morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the gray curtains of Vivienne's master bedroom, casting a beam of light directly onto her face. The moment her eyes opened, the first thing she reached for was the phone lying beside her pillow. Her slender fingers quickly unlocked the screen.An M-banking notification immediately greeted her."Ten million dollars..." Vivienne muttered softly, her eyes fixed on the string of zeros with a cold gleam. A cunning smirk curled on her chubby lips. "A very fair payment for last night's disgust, Alistair."Without wasting a single second, Vivienne immediately opened her secret banking app, tapped several buttons in quick succession, and transferred the entire astonishing amount to Benita's account to settle the remaining payment for the cosmetics factory. After pressing the confirmation button, she immediately called Benita.The call connected on the second ring, as if Benita had been waiting for it since dawn."Hello, Vivienne? You're already

Julian Vance stared at the woman sitting across from him with a gaze that even his own logic could not decipher.Under the dim lighting of the inner garden of the French restaurant he had rented exclusively, Vivienne Thorne was enjoying her meal with remarkable enthusiasm—almost greedily. There was none of the artificial elegance typical of upper-class women who cut their meat into tiny pieces or chewed silently. Vivienne stuffed a large piece of mushroom-sauce wagyu steak into her mouth, causing her chubby cheeks to puff out adorably.Julian, who was usually extremely picky and despised any form of untidiness, found himself strangely warmed inside.He picked up his fork, cut off a small piece of the molten chocolate lava cake that had just been served, and held it in front of Vivienne's luscious lips."Open your mouth, Vivienne," Julian said, his voice deep and low, carrying a commanding tone that had suddenly softened.Vivienne paused h

The wall clock in the master bedroom struck exactly seven o'clock in the evening.Vivienne Thorne stood before the large mirror, admiring her elegant appearance in a black low-cut dress that hugged her curvy figure tightly. Her slender fingers moved swiftly across her phone screen, opening her chat with Tristan Vance.[Send me the location of our meeting place, Tristan. I'll come to you directly. There's no need to pick me up at the mansion.] — Send.It took only seconds for the crown prince to reply.A location link to an exclusive outdoor restaurant beside his villa's swimming pool appeared immediately, accompanied by a short message:[I'm already waiting for you, sweetheart. Don't be late.]Vivienne stared at the screen with a faintly cold smirk.[Okay, I'll definitely be there,] she replied briefly.After making sure the message had been sent, Vivienne immediately pressed the power button and turned off her