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Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Ex-Lover’s Intuition
Chapter 43 Evelyn’s POVThe penthouse felt smaller tonight, the air thick with the scent of Alaric’s expensive cologne and the lingering, metallic tension of the confrontation I’d missed in the kitchen. Alaric sat across from me at the mahogany dining table, his ego visibly bruised, nursing a glass of Scotch as if it were medicine.But my focus wasn't on the man I was supposed to marry. It was on the man standing behind him.Jean-Pierre moved with a fluidity that mocked his ridiculous wig. He reached forward to refill my glass, his movements precise, almost clinical. Yet, as the deep crimson Cabernet hit the crystal, his sleeve pulled back just an inch, revealing the corded muscle of a forearm I knew better than my own reflection."Merci, Jean-Pierre," I murmured, my voice a fraction lower than intended."Ce n'est rien, Madame," he replied. That gravelly, forced accent. It was a shield, a wall he’d built brick by brick.I didn't look at the wine. I looked at his hand. The knuckles
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Art of War (and Olive Oil)
Chapter 42Caleb’s POVThe knuckles of my right hand throbbed, a dull, rhythmic ache that served as a reminder of the punch I’d thrown at the hallway wall. It was a silent strike, a muffled explosion of years of regret, but the wall hadn’t budged. Neither had the reality of my situation.I stood in the service kitchen, the "Jean-Pierre" wig sitting on the counter like a dead animal. I looked at it with loathing. For weeks, I had tucked my pride into that itchy mesh, swallowed my voice into a ridiculous caricature of a Frenchman, and bowed to a man who wasn't fit to tie Evelyn’s shoes.But tonight... Tonight the mask had slipped. Not just the physical one, but the emotional one. Telling that story to Luna, my daughter, who had my eyes and her mother’s stubborn spirit had been like opening a vein.“The Knight is on guard,” I had whispered."The Knight is an idiot," I muttered to my reflection in the stainless steel backsplash.I heard the heavy, uneven gait of Alaric approaching. He wa
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Discovery
Chapter 41 Evelyn’s POVThe silence in the kitchen wasn’t just quiet; it was deafening. It was the kind of silence that rings in your ears after a bomb goes off.I stared at the man standing by the counter. The "Jean-Pierre" I had hired was a collection of nervous tics, slumped shoulders, and a voice that grated like sandpaper on silk. But the man standing there now, his laughter fading into a heavy, focused stillness, was someone else.The way he tilted his head, just a fraction to the left. The way his hands rested on the marble, fingers splayed in a protective, confident stance I’d seen a thousand times in the dim light of our old apartment.Caleb.The name screamed in my mind, but my throat was paralyzed. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate to escape. I looked at the wig, it was fake. I looked at the mask, it was a lie. But those eyes... they were the only truth left in this house of mirrors."Evelyn? Why are you looking at the help like he’s a ghost? He
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Blue Prince and the Peasant’s Curse
Chapter 40Caleb's POV I had just spent the last twenty minutes in the kitchen bathroom rinsing my mouth with industrial-grade mouthwash and contemplating the absolute failure of my life choices.Eating my own custom-made cologne on a bed of arugula was, without a doubt, the low point of my career as an undercover chef. My tongue felt like it had been scrubbed with a wire brush and dipped in battery acid. But more than the physical pain, the panic was a cold claw in my chest.“I’m sorry, Evie.”I’d said it. I’d let the mask slip, not the physical one, but the soul-deep one. I’d seen the look in Evelyn’s eyes. She knew. Or she almost knew. The only thing that saved me was the buzzer and the arrival of that woman.I had scrambled to my room, changed my sweat-soaked shirt, readjusted the blonde wig that was currently itching like a nest of fire ants, and checked my face. The "Jean-Pierre" mask was back on, but the man underneath was falling apart.But there’s no rest for the wicked or
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Sandalwood Trail
Chapter 39Evelyn’s POVThe penthouse was quiet, but it was the kind of silence that felt heavy, like the air before a thunderstorm.Every time I turned a corner, I expected to see Caleb’s silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I found was the lingering scent of old memories and the frantic, high-pitched clatter of Jean-Pierre in the kitchen.I walked toward the kitchen, my footsteps muffled by the silk rug. I wasn't hungry, but I was restless. I needed to do something with my hands, maybe organize the spice rack that Jean-Pierre had turned into a chaotic map of French inspiration.As I stepped into the kitchen, the sunlight was hitting the marble island at a sharp angle. Jean-Pierre was nowhere to be seen; he was likely in the pantry or out fetching more of that artisanal flour" he was so obsessed with.I reached for the herb drawer, intending to tidy the stray sprigs of rosemary. But as I pulled the drawer open, something shifted in the back. A small, elegant glass
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake Julian’s Trap
Chapter 38 Caleb’s POVThe kitchen was a sanctuary of stainless steel and silent planning until Julian Sterling decided to turn it into an interrogation room.I was currently hunched over a marble countertop, trying to convince a batch of delicate macarons that they didn't actually want to crumble into dust. The air was thick with the scent of almond flour and the looming threat of discovery. Every time the elevator chimed, my heart did a frantic tap-dance against my ribs.Then the heavy oak doors swung open with a bang that suggested Julian had been practicing his "dramatic villain" entrance in the mirror."Jean-Pierre!" Julian chirped, his voice dripping with a smugness that usually preceded a corporate execution. "I have a surprise for you. Since you’re always talking about your beloved Lyon, I thought I’d bring a piece of home to you."I froze. My whisk stayed suspended in mid-air. I slowly turned around, adjusting my black silk mask and ensuring my blonde wig was pinned tight.
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