Semua Bab His Private Chef: Bab 131 - Bab 140

When Sophia and I returned to the suite, the girls were still buzzing from music and wine. Lisa was already there, settled in as if she’d been present the entire time.The moment she caught sight of us, her lips curved slyly. “And where exactly are you two coming from?”The way she asked it, you’d think she’d been sitting there the whole time, not sneaking back in like us. Sophia and I exchanged a glance and broke into laughter.Lisa narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“Nothing,” I said, grinning. “Just that we actually went looking for you when we noticed you were gone.” I tilted my head. “So, where were you, Lisa?”A flush crept into her cheeks. “I stepped out to take a call. And then… well, I ended up admiring the hotel. It’s gorgeous.”Sophia smirked, her voice playful. “Yes, it is. My father did a thing here. But Lisa, why do I feel like you’re hiding something?”“What? No! I told you the truth,” she blurted, her defenses snapping up.I leaned in, my tone teasing. “Are you sure

Cameras flashed as the official photographer called out instructions, arranging us with family and friends beneath a canopy of twinkling lights and climbing blooms. Liam kept sneaking kisses between shots, making the photographer groan and everyone else laugh. By the time the last picture was taken, my cheeks ached from smiling, but my heart had never been fuller.Then came the moment: our grand entrance.Liam’s hand found mine, and together we stepped forward, announced for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Black.The cheers rolled over us, laughter, shouts, clapping, the kind of joy you could feel in your chest. Liam leaned down, stealing a quick kiss that made the crowd roar louder, and I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.Our first dance began with the slow rise of strings. The world shrank until it was only Liam and me, moving across the floor in a rhythm that felt as old as our story. He whispered, “My wife,” against my ear. I whispered back, “Always.” When the song ended, the appla

Two years later.That’s how long it’s been since I stood in that chapel and promised my forever to Liam Black. And if you asked me today what the best decision of my life was, I’d tell you it was becoming his wife.Most people warned me that the first years of marriage were the hardest. Ours never felt that way. If anything, it felt like we never left the honeymoon. Liam kept his word, life with him has been different, and always in the very best way.My career bloomed even after the break I took for motherhood. Stepping back had scared me at first, but when I returned, the viewers welcomed me louder than ever. The show grew bigger, the crowd wider, and the opportunities came faster than I imagined. Liam teases me that I’m more famous than he is. I don’t argue.But fame is nothing compared to family.Sophia and Mason are still glued together, stronger than ever. Mason’s been plotting a proposal behind her back, and I can barely keep the secret. Watching him plan the surprise engagemen

The reflection staring back at me in the mirror finally looked like the birthday girl I had imagined.I turned slightly, letting the fabric of the gown fall around my legs as I examined myself from another angle. Satisfaction curled through me.One of Daddy’s gifts.He had bought it for my twentieth birthday, but somehow I had never worn it. Tonight, that little miracle had saved me.Thank God.Repeating clothes on my twenty-first birthday would have been the fastest way for my friends to start asking questions I had absolutely no intention of answering. My current financial disaster was not something they needed to know.I stepped out of my room and into the living area, pausing to take everything in.The decorations looked perfect.The lighting, flowers, and confetti scattered around the room had come together better than I expected.Originally, I had planned to rent a gorgeous rooftop venue downtown. Something glamorous with a skyline view and a champagne bar.But my sudden lack of

I went straight to my room and collapsed onto the bed.Adrian had driven away with my passport, but my head was pounding too badly to deal with that problem right now. The alcohol from last night was still doing its worst inside my skull, and thinking about anything serious would only make it worse.What I needed first was sleep.With that thought, I pulled the covers over myself and closed my eyes.When I woke up again, the room was dark.For a moment I simply stared at the ceiling, confused about how much time had passed. Then I reached for my phone.8:03 p.m.I had slept almost the entire day.My head felt clearer now, though there was still a dull ache behind my temples. I dragged myself out of bed, took a long shower, and tried not to think about the disaster waiting for me outside the bathroom door.Unfortunately, problems don’t disappear just because you refuse to think about them.After my shower, I cleaned up the living room. By the time I finished making the place look somew