BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION

"How many men were there before me?

None. Do you know how much shame I carry having you by my side as my girlfriend? Even your own mother is ashamed of you - you said it yourself."

"I never begged for your love, Jun," I snapped back, tears stinging my eyes. "Why date me if you're ashamed of my size?"

"Pity. That was it. I dated you out of pity. And yet, you're still so ungrateful."

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All Charlotte ever wanted was to become an actress.

But growing up in a family that constantly belittled her and dating a man like Jun, who tore her down because of her size, made that dream feel unreachable.

After a devastating breakup, she flees to the United States, desperate for space to breathe. But she never imagined everything would change before the plane even touched down.

Now, she finds herself entangled with a mysterious billionaire - one who seems dangerously obsessed with her.

Charlotte knows better than to trust too easily.

 But how do you protect your heart when someone seems too good to be true… and refuses to let you go?

PROLOGUE

CHARLOTTE'S POV

You think you can hurt me?

My own mother told me she regretted the day she conceived me. She wished I had died in her womb. She screamed those words at five-year-old me, pinning me to the floor with a dagger pointed at my neck.

Mummy, I’m sorry, my little voice had whispered.

It wasn’t something new to me. I don’t remember the first time, but I’m sure I must have cried—terrified and confused. Yet, at the end of each outburst, she never had the heart to finish me off. I guess she wasn’t a horrible mother… just a broken woman.

That day, she had come home drunk from a failed date. He had rejected her for being a single mother to a Black child. That wasn't the first time. Apparently, my father's race was an issue for them. My unknown father—whom my mother loved dearly and dated against her family’s wishes—left the country when she was seven months pregnant. He never returned. He never called.

So of course, I had to pay for his sins.

My mother was disowned by her family for "bringing disgrace" and "staining" the family name. And in return, she hated me for looking nothing like her but more like my father. I was told how ugly and fat I was since childhood. My own mother made sure I never forgot it. She reminded me every day—not just of my appearance, but of how deeply she hated me.

I can’t say I loved her as a child, because truthfully… I didn’t even know what love was. Not even the kind they call "motherly love."

Months after being rejected by her date, my mother regained her family's blessing and affection when she got engaged to a popular Hollywood filmmaker—a blue-eyed, blonde British charmer.

When I was six, my mother gave birth to my twin