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The Five-Year Time Skip (Part 1)
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Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Gaslight Gala
Chapter 35: Evelyn’s POVThe steam in the master bathroom was so thick I could feel it clinging to my skin, turning my silk dress heavy. My heart was a drum, beating a rhythm of pure, unadulterated certainty.I have him.I watched the silhouette behind the frosted glass. The broad shoulders, the way he tilted his head when he was thinking, it was Caleb. It had to be. No baker, no matter how talented, possessed that specific, arrogant posture."The water is getting cold, Jean-Pierre," I said, my voice smooth and dangerous. "Or should I call you by your real name?"The silhouette froze. For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was the drip of the showerhead."Madame... I do not understand," the voice came back. It was muffled, but the French accent was still there, though it sounded strained. "My name... she is Jean-Pierre. Is there... another name you prefer? Jacques? Philippe? I am flexible for ze boss.""Stop it," I snapped, taking a step closer to the door. "I saw the hair. I
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake Dragon’s Breath
Chapter 34Caleb’s POVIf I had known that being a billionaire fugitive was easier than being a pastry chef for a five-year-old girl, I would have surrendered to the SEC months ago.I was standing in the kitchen, my blue latex gloves covered in flour and my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. My conversation with Evelyn from the night before, the scallops, the "amateur swill" comment, the way she looked at me was playing on a loop in my brain. I knew she was hunting me. I knew she was laying a trap.But I didn't have time to worry about being caught by my ex-wife. I was currently being held hostage by my daughter."It has to breathe real fire, Pierre," Luna said. She was sitting on the counter, her legs swinging, wearing a plastic tiara tilted at a rakish angle. "Not fake fire. Not sparklers. Real, dragon-breath fire. Or I tell Mommy you have a gold watch hidden in your mattress."I froze, a whisk halfway to a bowl of meringue. I looked at the little girl who had my
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Anniversary Ghost
Chapter 33Evelyn’s POVI woke up with the date burning in the back of my mind like a hot coal.August 14th.To the rest of the world, it was just a Tuesday in late summer. To the shareholders of Sterling Global, it was just another day to watch the stock tickers. But to me, it was the ghost of a life I had tried to bury. It was the anniversary of the night Caleb Knight, the real Caleb, before the ego and the boardrooms swallowed him whole, had taken me to a rooftop in Brooklyn and cooked for me.He hadn't been a billionaire then. He’d been a man with flour on his cheek and a look in his eyes that made me feel like the only girl in the world.And now, as I stood in my kitchen watching the man called "Jean-Pierre" obsessively polish a copper pot, I felt that same ghost walking through the room.The suspicion had moved past a hunch. It was a physical ache now. The way he moved, the way he caught falling glasses, the way he smelled like sandalwood even when he was covered in yeast, it w
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake Julian’s Magnifying Glass
Chapter 32Caleb’s POVThe morning light felt like a spotlight at a crime scene. I hadn't slept for more than an hour. Between my son’s high-tech blackmail and my ex-wife’s sleepwalking confession, my nerves were shredded. I stood in the kitchen, staring at a bag of flour as if it held the secrets to the universe, but all I could think about was the heavy gold watch hidden in the lining of my mattress.I was safe. For now.Until the front door chimes echoed through the penthouse like a funeral bell."He's here! Evie, get out here! The expert is here!" Julian’s voice boomed from the foyer. He sounded way too excited. A Julian with a plan was a Julian who was about to ruin my life.I quickly adjusted my wig, pressed down the edges of my fake goatee, and grabbed a pair of bright blue latex gloves. If Julian wanted to play detective, I had to play the most hygienic baker in the history of France.Julian marched into the kitchen, followed by a tall, thin man carrying a silver briefcase.
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Patek Pawn Shop
Chapter 31Caleb’s POVThe office door slammed behind me with a sound that felt like a guillotine blade dropping. Evelyn was pacing the length of the Persian rug, her silk robe billowing around her ankles like white smoke. She looked like a goddess of war, if goddesses of war spent their mornings dealing with blue-tinted fiancés and suspicious French bakers."Explain," she said. One word. Sharp. Cold."Madame," I began, my hands tucked into my apron, "ze Prince... he has ze skin of a delicate grape. Some grapes, zey are green. Some, zey are red. Monsieur Alaric, he is... ze Concord.""Stop it, Jean-Pierre! Just stop." She spun around, her eyes boring into mine. "First, he’s purging his soul in the guest bathroom for six hours. Now, he looks like he’s been dipped in a vat of ink. My brother thinks you’re a saboteur. I think you’re... something else."She took a step toward me. The scent of her, that familiar, haunting mix of vanilla and power hit me like a physical blow. For a second,
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Smurf of Monaco
Chapter 30Caleb’s POVThe door to the guest suite creaked open, and I stepped into the lion’s den or rather, the peacock’s recovery ward. The room was shrouded in a dim, expensive gloom, smelling of eucalyptus, lavender, and the lingering scent of Alaric’s shattered dignity.Alaric was propped up on roughly fourteen silk pillows, looking like a wilted lily. His skin was pale, and his hair, usually coiffed to withstand a hurricane, was a tragic mess of tangled gold. He was clutching a hot water bottle to his stomach as if it were the Holy Grail."Jean-Pierre?" he wheezed, his voice sounding like a rusty flute. "Is that... is that the constitution-builder? I feel as though my soul was purged along with my dinner.""Oui, Monsieur le Prince," I said, my accent thick enough to clog a drain. I swept across the room, the silver tray vibrating with the suppressed energy of my internal hysterics. "Zis is ze Bleu de l'Aube, ze Blue of ze Dawn." It is a rare, ancient French remedy for ze... how
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