The Plump Heiress Strikes Back: The Prince Has Unusual Taste

As the heaviest young lady in the capital, I turned of age and the whole city opened bets on whether I’d ever get married.

Furious, I swore on the spot that I’d slim down until I was lightning-fast, only to faint from hunger beside the hot spring.

When I woke, I found the sharp-tongued heir with a broken leg lying in the next bed, holding up my weight-loss plan and reading it aloud:

“Step one: dump your fiancé?”

He suddenly turned to look at me. “What a coincidence. I’ve broken my leg, and you’re round as a ball. Why don’t we make do with each other and see who can hurt whom more?”

Later, I slimmed down into a beauty, and his leg healed. The whole city started betting that we’d divorce within three months.

On our wedding night, he cornered me against the wall. “Darling, it’s time for the last step in your plan… to have a baby?”