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The chef and The charmer chapter 93
Evelyn povi sat beside him, tucking my legs under the velvet couch. i didn’t look at him right away. If i did, it might soften—lose the edge. And this wasn’t a moment for softness.“He said that if I want the truth, I should be ready to lose everything,” i said. “Because Morgan won’t go down without a war. And he’ll be damned if he lets you replace him.”Damian didn’t move. His hands stilled around the glass, but the silence was thick with meaning.pressing on. “He made it clear, Damian. Lawrence doesn’t want to protect the truth—he wants your place in the family. He wants what you have. Maybe he always has.”A muscle jumped in Damian’s jaw. “He’s not even subtle anymore.”“He doesn’t have to be. Not after exposing Morgan like that. He wanted to drag you both into the mud.”He finally looked at her, and i saw it again—that rawness from the night before. Not rage. Not bitterness. Just an ache that had nowhere else to go.“I don’t even know what I’m fighting for anymore,” he said. “My
The chef and The charmer chapter 92
(Evelyn – POV)I thought the breakdown was the end of the storm.It wasn’t.It was just the eye.The next morning, the headlines hit like a tidal wave.LAWRENCE BLACKSTONE UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR CORPORATE FRAUD.EXCLUSIVE: Blackstone Matriarch Morgan Speaks Out — ‘A Mother’s Betrayal.’I was sipping bitter coffee at the kitchen counter when the alert buzzed on my phone. I opened the article, my stomach already tightening. Chris was across from me, reading his own screen, tension forming in the corners of his mouth.The smear campaign wasn’t just swift. It was surgical.Lawrence’s name was now threaded with whispers of embezzlement, insider trading, creative accounting. Nothing concrete—just enough shadows to cast doubt in the minds of investors and the public alike. Her move was cold. Ruthless. Familiar.“Morgan’s making it personal now,” Chris muttered. “She’s sending a message.”“She’s not coming for Damian,” I said, scrolling further. “She’s coming for the one who spoke.”Chris no
The chef and The charmer chapter 91
Evelyn povThe sky outside my window was gunmetal gray. Clouds rolled in slow and low, like the prelude to a storm that had long been promised but never dared to arrive.I should have been used to chaos by now—used to the unraveling, the headlines, the shifting dynamics of this family I’d become tethered to. But today felt different. The air carried weight. My body knew it before I did.I sipped lukewarm coffee and sat in the quiet of Damian’s penthouse kitchen. Chris paced a few feet away, phone in hand, barking into it about security leaks and shutting down rumors. We’d been holding our breath since the news broke—since Lawrence’s scorched-earth expose took the internet by storm.Damian’s half-brother hadn’t held back. In a single, brutal interview, he’d set fire to Morgan Blackstone’s carefully manicured empire.I opened my phone and scrolled, almost afraid to look—but curiosity always overpowered caution.“Blackstone Family Legacy Shattered: Lawrence Reveals Truth About Damian’s F
The chef and The charmer chapter 90
Evelyn POVI never thought war would start with silence.Not screaming. Not gunfire. Not even slander this time.Just a heavy, humming quiet that settled in Damian’s penthouse like fog. Chris and I were still adjusting to it—this unspoken shift. The air was different now. Thicker. Sharper. We were no longer reacting to drama—we were planning.I looked across the room. Damian was at the window again, his arms folded, jaw tight, lost in the skyline like it held the answers his birth certificate didn’t. The sun was dying behind the glass, orange and gold streaking the sky like bruises healing too slow.Chris leaned back on the couch beside me, tossing a file onto the coffee table with a sigh. “That’s everything we could trace. Bank records, name drops, and hush money payouts—Morgan’s been quietly manipulating corporate holdings for years.”Damian didn’t turn around. “Anything on who else knew?”Chris shrugged. “Her assistant probably. Maybe her estate lawyer. They’re loyal, but not invin
The chef and The charmer chapter 89
Evelyn povParis was a strange kind of beautiful.Cold but golden. Busy but hushed. It moved like it knew secrets I hadn’t earned yet.I stood at the open balcony of the hotel on Rue Saint-Honoré, the Eiffel Tower winking at me from a respectful distance. The scent of espresso and rain crept through the iron railing. Below, the city pulsed like it had its own heart.For the first time in months, I could hear myself breathe.Not in whispers. Not between tears. But fully — like my lungs finally belonged to me again.The culinary summit was everything I’d imagined. Elegant chaos. Precision masked as artistry. The best chefs in the world — some warm, some cutthroat. I stood behind the pass like I belonged, and for the first time in a long time, I believed I did.The room gasped when I flambéed duck à l’orange with spiced cognac and fennel glaze. I’d never heard applause in a kitchen before. It felt unnatural.But addictive.Chef Genevieve kissed both my cheeks. “La magie est revenue,” she
The chef and The charmer chapter 88
Evelyn POVThe universe has a twisted sense of humor.Just when I started finding my footing again — carving out a place for myself in Marcellus’s kitchen, rebuilding confidence with every sear and slice — life dropped another choice at my feet.A crossroads disguised as an opportunity.It started with an email. Subject line: “International Culinary Summit – Featured Chef Invitation.”At first, I thought it was spam. One of those clickbait scams to get desperate cooks to buy overpriced tickets to irrelevant conferences.But it wasn’t.It was real. Verified. And the sender was Genevieve Calmet, the head curator of the summit — a legend in her own right.The email said I’d been recommended by Chef Marcellus himself.He didn’t tell me. Of course he didn’t. He let the opportunity speak for itself.One of the feature spots had opened. They wanted me.A masterclass. Live demonstration. Global exposure.All expenses paid. Two weeks in Paris.It should’ve felt like a dream.But all I could th
The chef and The charmer chapter 87
Evelyn povThe silence after Eric’s arrest should have brought peace. Closure. But it didn’t.If anything, it triggered a new storm — quieter, crueler.He was gone, but the mess he left behind? Still here. Still choking me.Three days after his mugshot splashed across every news site, I got the first call. Then the second. Then five more. By the end of the week, my inbox was a graveyard of terminated contracts and cold apologies.Clients I had bent over backwards for — people whose weddings I had rescued, whose events I had saved with a flick of my knife and a whisper of cayenne — dropped me like I was toxic.“I hope you understand, Evelyn. With all the press…”“We’re just trying to protect our brand.”“I’m sure you’ll bounce back. You always do.”They said it like I was a damn trampoline. Like my life’s work could be bounced off of and discarded when it was no longer shiny enough for them.And then came the articles. The thinly veiled think-pieces on “reputation management” and “trus
The chef and The charmer chapter 86
Evelyn povThe days following the press conference were a blur. Even after stepping off the podium and exiting the ballroom, I felt the lingering weight of eyes, questions, and speculation pressing in from all sides. I thought the storm would pass now that the truth was out in the open, but I had underestimated the staying power of public curiosity—and the depth of some people’s obsession.For a while, I thought the worst was over. I had survived the humiliation, the whispers, and the side-eyes. I had survived Eric’s threats and the suffocating feeling that the world was laughing at me. But just as the dust began to settle, something darker took its place.and it started again,the messages began arriving two days after the conference. Anonymous notes, always typed, and always signed with a single letter: “E.” Sometimes they came tucked beneath the wipers of my car. Other times, slipped under my apartment door. They were cryptic—half-memories twisted into riddles, laced with venom and
The chef and The charmer chapter 85
Evelyn povThe next few days were a blur of preparation. I had no idea what I was walking into. The media interview was a necessary evil, a chance to take back control of my own story, but the weight of what I was about to do made my shoulders ache. My palms felt clammy just thinking about it.I’d spent so long keeping my personal life under wraps, maintaining the illusion that I could control my narrative without anyone truly knowing me. But now, everything had spiraled beyond my control. The lies, the manipulation, the private moments I thought I’d kept safe.I couldn’t hide anymore. Not from the world. And definitely not from myself.The morning of the interview, I stood in front of the mirror, trying to calm the storm inside me. The woman staring back at me felt unfamiliar—strong, determined, but scarred. There were dark circles under my eyes, a result of sleepless nights where I replayed every moment of betrayal. Every smile that had been a mask. Every “friend” that had taken a p
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