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The New York Return
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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.
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Charity Gala Gamble
Chapter 37: Caleb’s POVIf the Sterling Penthouse was a shark tank, the annual "Silver Rose Charity Gala" was the deep ocean and it was currently swarming with Great Whites.I stood in the industrial kitchen of the Metropolitan Museum, sweating under the heavy fabric of my chef’s whites. But the heat from the ovens wasn’t my biggest problem. My biggest problem was that half the people in the ballroom tonight were men I had either bankrupt, sued, or outmaneuvered in my previous life as Caleb Knight."Jean-Pierre! Ze sauce! She is breaking like my grandmother’s heart!" I shouted at a bewildered sous-chef, keeping the accent dialed to a frantic level.I had to stay in character. But I had a new, terrifying obstacle. My face.Even with the blonde wig and the splotchy hive makeup, I was at risk. At a corporate meeting, people see what they expect to see. At a gala, people stare. They analyze. They gossip. One old rival with a sharp eye could look at me and see the "dead" billionaire beh
Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake The Boardroom Baguette
Chapter 36 Caleb’s POVMy face felt like it had been licked by a flame-broiled ghost. Even though I’d washed off the theatrical wax and the irritant cream from Leo’s prank kit, the phantom itch of "Jean-Pierre’s" hives remained. But it was a small price to pay for the absolute victory of the night before.Evelyn had apologized to me. To me.As I stood in the kitchen at 4:00 AM, the Manhattan skyline just a jagged shadow against a purple sky, I felt a twinge of that monster guilt again. I had looked into her eyes, eyes that were searching for a dead man and I had lied with the precision of a diamond cutter. I had made her feel insane for trusting her own heart."Focus, Knight," I whispered to the stainless steel refrigerator. "You can be a monster later. Right now, you have to be a baker."Today was the day of the Preliminary Merger Alignment. In corporate speak, that meant it was the day Alaric, the Human Highlighter was going to sit at the head of my mahogany table and try to sign
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
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