All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kelvin was never meant to be part of tonight.He had come for an unfinished business with Liam’s father, a deal still hanging between them.But instead of leaving once it was done, he lingered, easing into the celebration as though he belonged.That it happened on this night, of all nights, felt cruelly poetic.The garden pulsed with warmth and chatter. My mom and Liam’s mom had already found each other, deep in the kind of instant bond only future grandmothers could forge.Within minutes, they were plotting baby showers, debating names, and half-joking over who would win the title of “favorite grandma.”Jay sat with his phone angled close, proudly declaring he was googling “how to be the best uncle alive.”Across the lawn, Sophia had her father cornered in one of her infamous negotiations. The poor man looked doomed; she never lost, not when she had him wrapped around her finger and knew exactly how to use it.And then there was Liam.From the moment Kelvin arrived, Liam had gone int

Liam left almost as soon as the call came in. He promised he’d be back, but I could see in his eyes that nothing mattered more in that moment than finding Cassie.The silence he left behind was heavy, pressing into every corner of the house. I filled the hours editing my pre-recorded cooking videos, forcing myself to focus on frame cuts and voiceovers instead of the swirl of worry.My mom called to check on me and the baby, fussing the way only she could. I smiled through it, but when the call ended, the silence of the house rushed back in.And then I thought of my best friend, Lisa. The guilt pricked, what kind of best friend keeps something like this from her friend? She’d been there when I was at my lowest, when I was convinced motherhood wasn’t in my cards. If anyone had earned the right to share in this joy, it was her.So I texted her.Sophia thinks it’s a girl. She’s already claiming “Best Aunt.” Guess you’ll have to fight her for the title.I grinned at my own mischief and sta

I knew the moment Cassie’s text appeared on my screen that I needed to leave the boutique immediately. But how could I explain it without setting off alarm bells for my mom or Laura? The last thing I wanted was to trigger another lockdown under Liam’s iron rule.So I pressed a hand to my forehead and feigned dizziness. That was enough, within minutes, both women were fussing over me, ushering me back into the car. By the time we returned to Liam’s house, I was tucked into bed like fragile glass.I debated telling Liam about the message. Every time I reached for my phone, my chest tightened. If I showed him, he’d clamp down harder, maybe even refuse to let me step outside again. I couldn’t live like that, constantly under guard.Cassie could be bluffing. Maybe discovering my pregnancy had rattled her enough that she lashed out in empty threats. I told myself that over and over, even though the unease curled tighter in my gut.That night, Sophia settled beside me on the couch as we watc

I left Cassie’s room with her diary held tight in my hands, its weight a reminder of the secrets it carried. I didn’t sleep that night. Instead, I sat curled on the bed, the glow of my phone screen burning my eyes as I typed out a message I’d already rewritten a dozen times.Please come back home.I stared at the words for a long time before finally pressing send. The screen remained empty. No reply.Somewhere between waiting and watching, exhaustion claimed me. When I opened my eyes again, it was morning. The first thing I saw was the glass of water on my nightstand. Fresh, chilled, the way Liam always left it.Hope sparked. He’d come back.I rushed out of bed and checked the bathroom. Empty. The closet. Empty. My stomach dropped. He’d come back only to leave again.By the time I made it downstairs, Sophia was in the living room, lounging on the couch with her phone in her hands. Her brow was furrowed in a scowl so deep she didn’t even notice me at first.“Good morning, Soph,” I said

My mom stepped into my room to check on me before leaving for a client meeting. She asked if I’d still be around when she returned, and I told her I’d probably head back to Liam’s.She gave me that mom look, the one that allowed no argument. “Eat before you go. You can starve yourself, but not my grandchild.”I called her out on it, rolling my eyes. “You haven’t even met this baby yet, and you’re already picking sides against me.”She laughed, and I laughed with her, though it didn’t quite reach my chest. What I couldn’t say was that I’d received a threatening message. The less she knew, the less she’d worry. And right now, that felt like the only way I could protect her.By late afternoon, after breakfast and a nap that stretched longer than I intended, a knock on the door pulled me awake. I walked over, opened it, and stood rooted to the spot.Henry Black stood there, with Sophia at his side.“Grab your bags,” Henry said. “You’re coming with us.”I didn’t argue. I already suspected