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The chef and The charmer chapter 83
Damien POVThe morning after Evelyn’s press conference was unnervingly quiet. The kind of silence that comes after a bomb goes off — not peace, but pause. I sat in the study, surrounded by mahogany shelves and the scent of old paper and tobacco, sifting through the chaos left behind. Headlines changed overnight.“Evelyn Hayes Reclaims Her Voice”“From Pawn to Powerhouse: Socialite Turned Advocate”“Fake Fiancée or Feminist Icon?”I leaned back in the leather chair, rubbing the fatigue from my eyes. She had done it — stood in front of the world and told her truth. No script. No PR team. Just raw, vulnerable truth. And the world, for once, had listened.The irony wasn’t lost on me. This engagement had started as smoke and mirrors, a carefully arranged illusion to shield my family’s unraveling legacy. But now, Evelyn was the only thing in my life that felt real. Authentic.My phone buzzed, slicing through the stillness. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The ringtone was sharp, cl
The chef and The charmer chapter 82
damien POVThe press conference was only hours away, and the weight of the situation was beginning to settle in. The weight of Evelyn’s decision was sinking deep into my chest, pulling at my insides. She had made up her mind; the world would know the truth. She would no longer hide behind their lies.Sitting in the car with her on the way to the venue, I couldn’t help but watch her. The way her fingers gripped the edge of her seat, the way her jaw clenched. I wanted to reach out and pull her into my arms, to protect her from everything that was coming, but I knew that wasn’t what she needed. She needed to stand on her own, to reclaim her voice.She turned her face toward me, her lips curving into a small, tight smile. “You know, I used to be terrified of these moments—being in front of people, having my life dissected for the world to see.”I glanced at her, taking in the steadiness in her voice, the calm in her eyes. “I know.”Her gaze softened as she let out a deep breath. “But now,
The chef and The charmer chapter 81
Damien POVThe days following the media explosion blurred into each other. Evelyn was back at the penthouse, but there was an invisible weight between us. The headlines didn’t let up. They called her a liar. A climber. Opportunistic. Some even dragged up her past , twisting facts into venomous clickbait.Watching her suffer in silence set something inside me on fire.I tried to fix what I could—called in favors, leveraged contacts—but damage like this was designed to be cruel, not logical. Her business was bleeding clients by the hour, her name poisoned by a rumor that wasn’t just malicious… it was tactical.I met Chris at a low-key bar we used when we needed to talk without cameras in our faces.“Who knew the truth about the engagement?” he asked after I filled him in.“Just me, Evelyn, you… and Eric.”Chris frowned. “Eric. Her ex?”“Yeah,” I said, jaw tight. “At the charity Gala a month ago, he said something weird. Something like, ‘I always knew this wasn’t real.’ I didn’t think mu
The chef and The charmer chapter 80
Damien POVit was the after my meeting with Evelyn yesterday the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, my thoughts consumed by Evelyn. The memory of her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, and the warmth of her touch lingered in my mind.I had hurt her, unintentionally, but the memory of pain I saw in her eyes was undeniable. My inability to communicate, to be vulnerable, had created a rift between us. I needed to make things right.Determined, I reached for my phone and sent her a message: “Can we talk? I miss you.”Moments later, her reply came: “Meet me at the café at noon.”The café buzzed with activity, but my focus was solely on Evelyn. She sat at our usual corner table, her fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee. As I approached, she looked up, her expression unreadable.“Hi,” I greeted, taking the seat opposite her.“Hi,” she replied softly.A silence settled between us, filled with unspoken
The chef and The charmer chapter 79
Damien povThe night after the gala, I found myself awake long past the hour when sleep should have come. The events of the evening kept playing in my mind, a never-ending loop of laughter, whispered words, and the unmistakable bond I’d shared with Evelyn. She was everything I never knew I needed.The way she looked at me, the way she trusted me… It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Our time at the gala felt almost surreal—like we were both there but in our own world. And when we shared that kiss in the corner of the private room, away from prying eyes, it had been more than just a kiss. It had been a promise, a symbol of how far we’d come from the fake dating, to something more real, more raw.But in the aftermath of our time together, there was a storm brewing inside me. I wasn’t used to feeling this much, to caring this much. I had built walls around my heart for so long that the vulnerability Evelyn brought out in me was both terrifying and thrilling. But when she left, when
The chef and The charmer chapter 78
Evelyn povThe weekend had been magic—soft, sweet, and full of love. But like all fairytales, reality has its way of knocking.It started Monday.Damian had gone to a business brunch, something about a potential investment partner flying in from Europe. I’d kissed him goodbye with sleepy eyes and bed hair, still wrapped in one of his oversized shirts. He’d smiled, told me to stay curled up in bed, and promised we’d watch something together later.But then I saw the photos.Scrolling through social media while eating leftover pancakes, I froze. A luxury restaurant I recognized. Damian—dressed in that sharp navy suit I’d picked out for him—sitting across from a beautiful woman in a red dress. His ex. written in bold letter“Damian Blackstone has been seen spending time with his former lover, Maria. Are they rekindling old feelings—and does this mean his engagement to Evelyn Hayes is in jeopardy?”I stared. My fingers trembled slightly. Her hand reached across the table in one of the pho
The chef and The charmer chapter 77
Evelyn povThe morning sun spilled into the penthouse, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors as I zipped up my weekend bag. Damian’s shirt hung loosely off my shoulder, paired with biker shorts I’d found at the back of my drawer—comfort and borrowed masculinity. The faint hum of the city below was a distant murmur, like background music to the chaos in my head about what to pack.“Are you planning to move in somewhere I don’t know about?” Damian’s voice floated in from the doorway, a hint of amusement curling around the words.I turned to see him leaning casually against the frame, coffee in one hand, his eyes already undressing my over packed duffel.“Just being prepared,” I said, tossing in one more pair of shoes. “You said weekend getaway, not survival challenge. I don’t know if we’re hiking, wine tasting, or trespassing.”He smirked, stepping into the room to set the mug beside me. “Little bit of all three, maybe. You’ll love it.”“Define ‘love it,’” I muttered, alread
The chef and The charmer chapter 76
Evelyn povAfter pancakes and stolen kisses, I thought the day would melt into lounging in silk robes and playfully arguing over which movie to stream.But Damian had other plans.“Get dressed,” he said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, hair still wet from the shower.I blinked up at him from the bed. “Why? This robe and I have a solid relationship.”He smirked. “Not as solid as ours. Now come on. I’m stealing you for the day.”I tilted my head. “Where are we going?”“It’s a surprise.”“Will I need heels or sneakers?”“Neither. Just bring your smile,” he said, before disappearing again.I threw a pillow at the door. “That is not helpful, Blackstone!”But I got up anyway, heart fluttering with the same giddy excitement I hadn’t felt since… maybe ever.—By the time we were in the car, I was in a sundress, soft pink and flowy, and he was in a crisp white linen shirt with the top buttons undone. Casual but devastating.The drive was scenic—Damian kept
The chef and The charmer chapter 75
evelyn povThe moment the elevator doors slid open, Damian didn’t wait. His hand found mine as he pulled me into the penthouse, the quiet click of the doors sealing us away from the world behind.The gala was hours behind us, but the emotions were still raw. The confrontation, the tension, the way I had stood my ground—and the way he had protected me and, All of it lingered between us like a spark begging to be lit.As soon as the door shut, he turned and kissed me.There was no pretense. No slow buildup.Just lips on lips, deep and consuming. His hands found my waist, guiding me backward until my back met the wall. He kissed like he needed to feel alive again—like I was the only thing anchoring him to the ground.I gasped softly as his mouth moved along my jawline, and my fingers tangled in his dark hair. Damian’s breath was warm and uneven, his words muttered against my skin.“You have no idea what tonight did to me.”His hands slid down to my hips, pulling me closer, and I smiled a
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