All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The large glass door had closed tightly, sealing Tristan inside the silence of his magnificent yet cold villa. Outside, at the edge of the swimming pool that had now dimmed without any light, Vivienne Thorne slowly lowered her plump body onto the wrought-iron chair that the crown prince had occupied only moments earlier.Her drenched black dress felt cold as it clung tightly to her voluptuous skin, as though it were absorbing every bit of warmth left in her body. The rain continued to pour relentlessly, soaking her chubby face and concealing the tears that suddenly fell without restraint.Vivienne clutched her chest, which suddenly felt unbearably tight, leaving behind a pain so unfamiliar that it pierced through the fortress she had spent so long building around herself. Her breaths came in short gasps, no longer because of exhaustion from running, but because of the overwhelming guilt that had suddenly crippled her reason.Amid the rumble of the stormy night, Vivienne's memories sud

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the silk curtains of the main dining room of the Thorne residence. The golden rays reflected off the long marble table filled with an assortment of luxurious breakfast dishes—from pancakes drizzled with honey, grilled sausages, and soft-boiled eggs to slices of toast generously spread with butter.Vivienne Thorne sat calmly in one of the carved oak chairs. Her eighty-kilogram curvy figure was wrapped in a loose cream-colored house dress. Her plump hands moved skillfully, cutting a sausage with a silver knife and fork before casually bringing it to her mouth.She truly no longer cared about Tristan Vance. If the young man wanted to lock himself away, stay angry, or even hate her to death because of what had happened the previous night, Vivienne did not care anymore. To Vivienne, whenever she was upset or burdened by invisible worries, food was the best escape. Enjoying delicious meals was the easiest way to silence the lingering traces

Bang!Vivienne shoved open the door of the VIP restroom stall with a rough push and immediately locked it from the inside. Her curvy eighty-kilogram body leaned against the cold marble door. Her breathing came in short gasps, her ample chest rising and falling unevenly beneath the maroon satin dress that was now slightly wrinkled.She strode heavily toward the large gold-framed mirror above the sink and stared at her reflection. Her luscious lips looked slightly swollen, and the remnants of her dark red lipstick were smeared around the corners of her mouth—a clear trace of Julian Vance's fierce kiss behind the velvet curtain just minutes ago."Bastards... They're all damned bastards!" Vivienne cursed through clenched teeth, her voice trembling as she struggled to contain the anger and humiliation surging from the depths of her heart.Her trembling fingers opened her handbag, grabbed a wet wipe, and scrubbed away the lipstick on her lips so harshly that her skin turned red and sore. Af

The tension at the round table still left a suffocating atmosphere. Dominic Thorne felt his pride being trampled upon, not just by his wife’s sharp words, but by the fact that three men from the Vance clan had just taken turns defending the plump woman beside him.With his jaw clenched tightly until his neck veins bulged, Dominic brought his face closer to Vivienne. He gripped his wife’s plump arm under the table with a painful clutch."Can you be quiet?! Don't embarrass me any further here!" Dominic whispered, his voice trembling low, filled with suppressed anger in his throat. "Just shut your mouth and act like an obedient wife!"Brak!Instead of being afraid, Vivienne actually raised her left hand and struck the marble table surface with a rather hard slam. The sound of the impact instantly made the spoons and forks on the porcelain plates clink loudly, drawing the attention of several people around them once again."I am not embarrassing you, Dominic! In fact, I am defending mysel

"Get out of the way, Dominic!" Vivienne cut him off quickly with a tightly rising tone of voice, staring sharply at Dominic until the man reflexively stunned for a moment. Paying no heed to her husband's increasingly loud curses, Vivienne turned around with the elegance of a queen, stepping firmly away from the banquet hall toward the VIP outdoor parking area of the hotel. Dominic could only curse roughly, unable to chase after her because he had to return to greet the investors who were watching him with scrutinizing glances.The atmosphere at the VIP outdoor parking lot appeared deserted, leaving only the rustle of the afternoon wind carrying the remnants of cold air from last night's rain. Vivienne walked toward the Thorne family's luxury sedan car parked in the corner of the private area. However, her chubby footsteps suddenly stopped stiffly when the front passenger door of the car opened slowly.A thin woman in a bright red tight mini dress stepped out from inside the car cabin