All Chapters of CEO’s Plus-Size Wife: Four Billionaires’ Forbidden Desire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The sound of a ringing phone on the dressing table snapped Vivienne out of her reverie. The chubby woman let out a short sigh, then reached for the slim device with fingers still slightly damp from her bath. On the screen, the name Christian Vance blinked insistently, demanding attention.Vivienne swiped the green button, then pressed the phone to her slightly flushed ear. “Yes, Christian? What is it, calling so late at night?” Vivienne asked in a tone she deliberately kept calm, although the traces of exhaustion could not be fully hidden from her chubby face.“Come to my apartment tonight, Vivienne. Right now,” Christian ordered from the other end of the line, his heavy voice sounding hoarse, filled with a pressure of desire that could no longer be restrained. The man let out a short grunt through the connection. “I do not accept any form of refusal.”Vivienne massaged the bridge of her nose, feeling a faint throbbing at her temples from the lack of sleep since leaving Alistair’s vil

Vivienne gripped Julian's wrists, trying to break free with her depleting strength. "But I'm tired, Julian! Don't you have a brain?!" Vivienne shot back with an equally fierce shout, her eyes widening with rage. "I'm not your pleasure machine that you can use anytime without caring about my condition!""I don't care!" Julian roared, with his masculine ego entirely ruling over his sanity that night. "No matter how tired you are, you must submit to me now!"Vivienne snorted cynically, a look of utter disgust clearly stamped on her face as she looked at the man in front of her. "You really are a monster, Julian," Vivienne hissed in a hoarse voice full of cold emphasis. "All of you in the Vance clan are nothing more than disgusting, selfish monsters.""VIVIENNE!"Julian's roar of anger broke the silence along with his sturdy body that immediately lunged forward ferociously. The man locked the back of Vivienne's neck with his large hand, then instantly covered and smothered Vivienne's plum

Betty stepped forward to the edge of the glass table, her breathing heavy, her chest heaving violently. "You people have truly lost your minds!" Betty shrieked in a high-pitched tone, staring at Alistair with wide, bulging eyes. "How can you all be this relaxed after realizing that you've all just been turned into toys by that plump woman?!" Alistair slowly shifted his gaze from his coffee cup, looking at his ex-wife with eyes that were utterly cold and flat. "That girl is just a toy, Betty," Alistair replied with an incredibly calm intonation, without a single trace of panic on his stern face. "Why must you make a fuss over such a trivial matter to the point of creating a scene in my house?" "Uncle is right," Christian chimed in while slowly exhaling his cigarette smoke into the air, a thin, mocking smile etched on his lips. "She is only our toy on the bed. Nothing more than that, Auntie." "Yeah, why should we worry?" Julian teased in a casual tone, leaning his back deeper into

Click.Vivienne pulled open the front door of the Thorne clan mansion with her left hand while her right hand still held a chocolate sandwich with a bite already taken out of it. Her hair was still slightly messy because she had just woken up and had not even had the chance to wash up yet. She chewed her food calmly, enjoying the rare silence of the morning.However, that peace vanished in an instant when a tall, masculine figure suddenly charged forward from beyond the doorway. Tristan Vance stood there with heavy breaths and a pair of hawk-like eyes gleaming with dark obsession."Tris—"Before Vivienne could even finish chewing, Tristan had already stepped forward with astonishing speed and ferocity. The young man slipped both of his strong arms beneath her armpits and behind her knees, then lifted her curvy body in a single powerful motion in a bridal carry. The sandwich in Vivienne's hand slipped free and fell onto the marble floor."Hey! Where are you taking me, huh?!" Vivienne s

Tristan stepped forward quickly, completely cutting down the remaining distance between them. Both of his muscular arms immediately enveloped Vivienne's plump waist with a powerful jerk, pulling that voluptuous body until it hit his broad chest. Tristan lowered his handsome face, preparing to completely devour the ripe lips that had been continuously triggering both his anger and passion since earlier.However, Vivienne, with a swift movement, immediately turned her face aside, causing Tristan's kiss to land roughly on her chubby cheek."Why are you evading, Vivienne?!" Tristan barked with an utterly tight dialogue tag, his hot, panting breath brushing against the woman's ear. His grip on Vivienne's waist deepened due to an urging dissatisfaction.Vivienne looked up, staring directly into the pair of dark eyes belonging to the crown prince. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, Tristan," Vivienne replied in a flat yet seemingly casual intonation, trying to dissolve the tension between them