The Billionaire's Plump Chef
Marie Sue’s life is a mess. Drowning in student loan debt, working a dead end restaurant job, and running barefoot through New York after borrowing money from dangerous loan sharks. Her life couldn’t get any worse. And then out of the blue, a freezing cold, stunningly handsome billionaire pays off her debt.
Jordan Kensington doesn’t want her. He’s CEO of Kensington Foods, and heir to one of the richest families in the nation. Jordan has absolutely no desire for a relationship, particularly not with the messy stranger that kissed him in the middle of the street to save herself from arrest.
Until Marie saves his mother’s life, and reveals a culinary skill passed down from her deceased father. Suddenly she’s swept into the world of the powerful Kensington family, and a whirlwind engagement she never saw coming. But Marie isn’t welcomed into the Kensington clan with open arms.
A gorgeous socialite determined to become Jordan's wife, a conniving stepmother who is willing to do anything to reclaim her purchase, and a vicious enemy hiding within the Kensington empire are determined to destroy her.
Amidst a world of wealth and intrigue, Marie must determine whether she can truly be Mrs. Kensington, and if her newfound love is truly worth risking everything for.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5Marie Sue's POV We were here.A long, tree-lined driveway stretched ahead of us, the trees too perfect to be real, their branches softly illuminated by distant lights. The Kensington Mansion came into view then; a sprawling, white stone building with gold detailing and vast windows that reflected the twilight sky as if they owned it. I rested a hand against the glass, gasping in surprise.“I really don't belong here,” I said quietly, the words not intended to be spoken aloud. Lara covered my hand with her own. “You will.” I didn't respond, because I wasn’t sure that was something that happened instantly, rather than something you became. The car pulled to a stop and we got out, the air outside carrying an indefinable scent of wealth. Inside the mansion, voices echoed before we even entered the grand dining hall, where they died down immediately to hushed murmurs as we walked in. The long, polished table seemed to stretch forever; too many people, too many eyes. Forks were caug
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 4Marie Sue's POV I drummed my fingers against my laps absentmindedly and didn't notice when Jordan parked the car until Lara announced.“We're here.” She said with excitement.Yay, I guess.I stepped out of the car and rounded it to join Lara and Jordan.My brows furrowed. Why were we standing in front of a fancy-looking boutique, instead of the Kensington mansion?As if reading my mind, Lara replied. “We're here to get you a new dress.”I blinked. “Me?”“Yes,” she smiled cheerfully. “Now, come on. We don't want to keep the dresses waiting.”Dresses? Plural? Lara pulled me in before I could continue my train of thoughts. When the glass doors slid open, I sucked in a breath. This boutique didn't look like somewhere you simply went in. It looked like a palace.The attendants, dressed in pristine black uniforms, stepped to greet Lara. At that moment, it dawned on me. Lara and I come from completely different worlds. Hers was affluent with wealth and power. Mine was… you know how mine i
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 3Marie Sue's POV I rose to my feet, not believing my eyes. “You?” “You two know each other?” Lara asked. “Yes.” “No.” I said no because I didn't want any trouble. Lara grinned. “I’m glad you two already know each other. Jordan, this is Marie, your future wife. Marie, this is Jordan, your future husband.” “My what?” Jordan and I asked at the same time. “Jordan, I found a wife for you. Isn't she delightful?” Lara beamed. Ma'am, I'm a fat restaurant food server wearing an apron and hair net over my head. I look nowhere delightful. Not by a stretch of imagination. “She isn't.” Jordan shot me a glare. “He's right.” I chuckled nervously as I walked out of the booth. “Nonsense,” Lara scolded her son. “This woman saved my life.” Jordan's eyes widened. “She did?” “Yes,” Lara said, narrating how she nearly choked on a meatball and how I saved her life. Jordan looked at me. “You saved my mother's life.” “It's just a little…” “Thank you.” He bowed his head. Oh my God. “You
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 2Marie Sue's POV I limped into my apartment only to find it unrecognizable. My furniture had been ripped apart, my pillows sliced in two and my coffee table in splinters. Those loanshark assholes! I cursed them all the way to the moon as I arranged what was left of my living room. When I was done, I tended to my feet, wiping the small wound I'd gotten from running earlier. Then, I wrapped it with a bandage. I'd be wearing sandals for quite a while. The thing is : will my boss allow it?My boss… shit! I rushed to my bedroom and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. My jaws dropped to the floor when I switched it on. 36 bloody missed calls. Jenna will have my head.I threw my shirt over my head and tossed my sweatpants as I dialled her back. She answered on the first ring and she was not happy. “Do you mind telling me where the hell you are!” she screamed. I muted the rest of her words because they were all rated-13 swearwords.I put on some deodorant and slipped into my work unif
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 1Marie Sue's POVRunning in broad daylight wearing a coffee-stained T-shirt that said ‘fuck me’ and grey sweatpants was not on my to-do-list. But when the loan sharks you borrowed from come knocking at your door demanding their money while holding weapons, all you have to do is run. And that's why I'm running for my life.The truth is : I've made terrible decisions in my life — falling for a gymbro who only wanted things to be physical between us, selling my MacBook Pro to support said boyfriend, and forgiving said boyfriend when he cheated on me only to get dumped in the process. But this one? Oh, it tops my list of bad decisions.“Get her!” A middle-aged blond snarled behind me.“No!” I looked over my shoulder, (another bad decision), and pleaded with them to stop chasing me.Of course, they didn't stop. My eyes darted left and right, looking for the perfect hiding spot or in my case, perfect escape route. There was none.Kensington street was currently at its busiest the way it usu
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
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