LOGINShare
chapter 96
Last Updated:
2025-05-30 04:01:22
musedont forget to like comment and subscribe. thank you
Latest chapter
The chef and The charmer chapter 99
Evelyn povThe city lights shimmered through the penthouse windows, casting a gentle glow over the room. Damian lay beside me, his breathing steady, a rare look of peace softening his features. The events of the past weeks had taken a toll on him, and our late-night drive had offered a brief respite—a moment where laughter replaced tension, and memories bridged the gap between past and present.As I lay awake, reflecting on that night, my phone vibrated softly on the nightstand. I reached over, careful not to disturb Damian, and answered.“Hello?” I whispered.“Evelyn,” came Morgan’s voice, surprisingly tentative. “I hope I’m not calling too late.”“Not at all,” I replied, sitting up slightly. “Is everything okay?”“I was wondering if we could meet,” she said. “There’s something I need to discuss with you.”“Of course,” I responded. “When and where?”“Tomorrow afternoon, at Smith & Wollensky,” she suggested. “It’s a place I trust for privacy.”“I’ll be there,” I assured her.The next
The chef and The charmer chapter 98
third person povFor Morgan Blackstone, that scent began in childhood. She was born into power, not warmth. Raised in a home where silence was currency and affection was seen as a liability. Her mother, Lillian, ruled the house with the sharp precision of a scalpel—cold, calculated, and unapologetically cruel. Morgan could remember the echo of her own breath as a child more clearly than any lullaby. She remembered how the marble floors punished her feet when she wasn’t quick enough to follow commands, how a single misstep—cracked china, a crooked curtsy—could earn her days of biting silence or worse, swift physical discipline hidden behind velvet drapes.“Emotions are for the weak,” her mother once said while adjusting Morgan’s posture with two fingers beneath her chin. “You are not here to feel. You are here to rule.”From her father, Morgan learned silence—not the peaceful kind, but the sort bred from passivity and powerlessness. A man of old wealth and even older trauma, he rarely
The chef and The charmer chapter 96
third person povThere are moments in life that cling like the scent of fire—smoke, ash, and something you can never quite wash off. For Morgan Blackstone, that moment began the day she married Alexander.Not in white.In red.A deep, blood-colored silk gown chosen by her mother, who had pinned the veil into place and whispered, “You marry a legacy, not a man. You are the Blackstone bride now.”Morgan was young—beautiful, brilliant, and burning with ambition. Raised in a world of power but deprived of affection, she had learned control from her mother and silence from her father. Love was a storybook lie. Power was real. So she stepped into the role carved for her: poised, political, perfectly polished for a world that watched.Alexander Blackstone was everything his name promised—measured, calculating, emotionally impenetrable. Their union was arranged, a merger of dynasties teetering on the edge of irrelevance. He needed her name; she needed his fortress. They respected one another,
The chef and The charmer chapter 95
Evelyn povThe afternoon was unusually quiet.For once, the world outside our penthouse didn’t feel like it was clawing at us. There was no inbox full of media demands, no texts from Chris about suspicious leaks, no calls from publicists trying to spin damage control. Just me, Damian, and the calm hum of city life far beneath our windows.I sat on the edge of the sofa, a cup of chamomile tea in my hands, while Damian sat opposite me, flipping through the pages of a legal brief, his brows furrowed but calm. The sharp lines of his face softened in the golden light spilling through the windows. He hadn’t shaved in days. There was a new heaviness to him, a quiet that didn’t feel like peace, but like something biding its time.I didn’t know whether to interrupt it.“Should we go out today?” I asked gently. “Just you and me. No headlines. No war rooms.”He looked up, blinking slowly like I’d pulled him from the deepest cave of thought. “Out?”“A bookstore. A walk. Parisian pastry theft from
The chef and The charmer chapter 94
Damien povThe penthouse was too quiet.No ticking clock. No footsteps. No rustling paper. Only the hum of the refrigerator and the weight of everything I thought I knew shattering into silence.I hadn’t spoken since i left my mother’s estate.She’d sat across from me in that sterile drawing room with her back straight, her eyes heavy with the kind of pain I’d never seen in her. Not even when Angie died.And then she told me the truth.That my father—my real father—was a monster. A criminal. That she’d once loved him blindly. That he’d beaten her senseless when she was five months pregnant with me. That she’d run, bruised and bleeding, barefoot in the night, found a phone booth, and called Alexander Blackstone, the man who’d loved her despite the lie, despite the bloodline, despite everything.Alexander had come. He’d saved her. He’d taken me as his own.But now… now that I knew, I didn’t know who I was.I sat on the floor of my penthouse, back against the cold glass window that overl
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
You may also like
Flash Marriage: A Billionaire For A Rebound
LiLhyz695.5K viewsONLY YOU
Rosa Kane693.9K viewsWanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies
Pamela969.1K viewsMeet My Brothers
Red Thirteen4.3M viewsTorn between love and hate
Tess bornell694 viewsBeyond A Substitute
Chris Muna439 viewsLove in Deceit
Kamsi Ugo125 viewsThe Billionaire's Accidental Bride
Hazell8.0K views
