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All Chapters of The Billionaire's Plump Chef : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 1

Marie Sue's POVRunning in broad daylight wearing a coffee-stained T-shirt that said ‘fuck me’ and grey sweatpants was not on my to-do-list. But when the loan sharks you borrowed from come knocking at your door demanding their money while holding weapons, all you have to do is run. And that's why I'm running for my life.The truth is : I've made terrible decisions in my life — falling for a gymbro who only wanted things to be physical between us, selling my MacBook Pro to support said boyfriend, and forgiving said boyfriend when he cheated on me only to get dumped in the process. But this one? Oh, it tops my list of bad decisions.“Get her!” A middle-aged blond snarled behind me.“No!” I looked over my shoulder, (another bad decision), and pleaded with them to stop chasing me.Of course, they didn't stop. My eyes darted left and right, looking for the perfect hiding spot or in my case, perfect escape route. There was none.Kensington street was currently at its busiest the way it usu

CHAPTER 2

Marie Sue's POV I limped into my apartment only to find it unrecognizable. My furniture had been ripped apart, my pillows sliced in two and my coffee table in splinters. Those loanshark assholes! I cursed them all the way to the moon as I arranged what was left of my living room. When I was done, I tended to my feet, wiping the small wound I'd gotten from running earlier. Then, I wrapped it with a bandage. I'd be wearing sandals for quite a while. The thing is : will my boss allow it?My boss… shit! I rushed to my bedroom and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. My jaws dropped to the floor when I switched it on. 36 bloody missed calls. Jenna will have my head.I threw my shirt over my head and tossed my sweatpants as I dialled her back. She answered on the first ring and she was not happy. “Do you mind telling me where the hell you are!” she screamed. I muted the rest of her words because they were all rated-13 swearwords.I put on some deodorant and slipped into my work unif

CHAPTER 3

Marie Sue's POV I rose to my feet, not believing my eyes. “You?” “You two know each other?” Lara asked. “Yes.” “No.” I said no because I didn't want any trouble. Lara grinned. “I’m glad you two already know each other. Jordan, this is Marie, your future wife. Marie, this is Jordan, your future husband.” “My what?” Jordan and I asked at the same time. “Jordan, I found a wife for you. Isn't she delightful?” Lara beamed. Ma'am, I'm a fat restaurant food server wearing an apron and hair net over my head. I look nowhere delightful. Not by a stretch of imagination. “She isn't.” Jordan shot me a glare. “He's right.” I chuckled nervously as I walked out of the booth. “Nonsense,” Lara scolded her son. “This woman saved my life.” Jordan's eyes widened. “She did?” “Yes,” Lara said, narrating how she nearly choked on a meatball and how I saved her life. Jordan looked at me. “You saved my mother's life.” “It's just a little…” “Thank you.” He bowed his head. Oh my God. “You

CHAPTER 4

Marie Sue's POV I drummed my fingers against my laps absentmindedly and didn't notice when Jordan parked the car until Lara announced.“We're here.” She said with excitement.Yay, I guess.I stepped out of the car and rounded it to join Lara and Jordan.My brows furrowed. Why were we standing in front of a fancy-looking boutique, instead of the Kensington mansion?As if reading my mind, Lara replied. “We're here to get you a new dress.”I blinked. “Me?”“Yes,” she smiled cheerfully. “Now, come on. We don't want to keep the dresses waiting.”Dresses? Plural? Lara pulled me in before I could continue my train of thoughts. When the glass doors slid open, I sucked in a breath. This boutique didn't look like somewhere you simply went in. It looked like a palace.The attendants, dressed in pristine black uniforms, stepped to greet Lara. At that moment, it dawned on me. Lara and I come from completely different worlds. Hers was affluent with wealth and power. Mine was… you know how mine i

CHAPTER 5

Marie Sue's POV We were here. A long, tree-lined driveway stretched ahead of us, the trees too perfect to be real, their branches softly illuminated by distant lights. The Kensington Mansion came into view then; a sprawling, white stone building with gold detailing and vast windows that reflected the twilight sky as if they owned it. I rested a hand against the glass, gasping in surprise. “I really don't belong here,” I said quietly, the words not intended to be spoken aloud. Lara covered my hand with her own. “You will.” I didn't respond, because I wasn’t sure that was something that happened instantly, rather than something you became. The car pulled to a stop and we got out, the air outside carrying an indefinable scent of wealth. Inside the mansion, voices echoed before we even entered the grand dining hall, where they died down immediately to hushed murmurs as we walked in. The long, polished table seemed to stretch forever; too many people, too many ey

CHAPTER 6

Marie Sue's POV As soon as I stepped into the Kensington mansion, it was as though I had stepped into a completely different world. I stood there in awe at how high the ceiling was, many meters above me. Lara stood beside me and nudged me on the shoulder. "Everyone gets that expression when they first step into this place," she said, smiling. I looked at her. "The architect who designed this building did so about a hundred and fifty years ago." "A hundred and fifty years old?" I could hardly fathom how a building could be that old and still look so elegant. "Your home is really beautiful," I said. "Thank you," she said. "Make yourself at home. I'll be right back in a minute." She took one of the sets of stairs leading away from the sitting room. Jordan didn't say a word to me. He disappeared through another set of stairs. Soon, I was alone in the sitting room. I looked around. Everything sparkled and shone. Even the sofa looked so expensive that sitting on it in my cheap clot

CHAPTER 7

Marie Sue I sat on the large bed, feeling deflated. Somehow, I had managed to blow my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I sighed. I had to find a way to redeem myself. There was no way I was leaving this mansion without getting that job.My phone buzzed beside me, and I looked at it. It was a call from Suzanne, the daughter of the head chef at Emerald Restaurant.She wasn't really a fantastic cook. She was just an average one, but she managed to secure a high position as an assistant chef because of her mother.And I knew she wasn't particularly fond of me. She kept me as a friend because she needed a few favors from me. I'd heard her say negative things about me on many occasions.I pretended to be friends with her too because I also needed my job. Having her as a friend was a sure way to make sure I kept it.“Hello, Suzanne,” I said, trying to sound animated.“Hello, Marie,” she said. “I saw the news. You saved Mrs. Kensington’s life,” she added after a short pause. “One day I’m not

CHAPTER 8

Marie SueWhen I approached the breakfast table, I had taken a shower and changed into a simple dress Lara had sent to me through the maid. They were all seated already, including Kylie who didn't even bother giving me a glance.“Did you sleep well?” Lara asked as I pulled the chair to sit down.“I did,” I replied. “Thank you.”Jordan said nothing. He looked at the meal in front of him, expecting to have another disappointing meal. He was in for a surprise.The cook opened the meal and began to serve it. Lara looked pleasantly surprised.“You are giving us a treat today, Maya,” she said. “This looks and smells nice.”She gave a half smile but kept quiet. Kylie leaned forward and took a bite of her food. “This is a relief after yesterday’s meal,” she said.Lara gave her a look of disapproval. “Let’s not bring yesterday up on the table, darling.”“I’m sorry,” she said, smiling. She looked at me. “Have you ever had something like this before, Mary?”“It’s Marie,” I said, correcting her.

CHAPTER 9

Marie Sue The first place I was taken to was an office with grey bricks, and numerous documents were placed in front of me that I had to sign in the presence of men who looked no less serious than Jordan. I felt a bit intimidated sitting in their presence, but at the same time, I felt important.Yes, this was what it felt like to be making a life-changing decision. This was a step forward in reclaiming my father's restaurant.I had a lawyer attached to me, a young woman dressed in a corporate blouse and skirt, with her hair cropped short. She had eyeliner drawn on that was quite distracting.She pointed at the papers. "Make sure you read each line of the contract before you sign," she said to me.I nodded. I knew enough about contracts to be very careful. My father had warned me about entering into contracts unnecessarily.I read each of the clauses and digested them before moving on to the next. There were several clauses involved, including the fact that, while I worked with the co

CHAPTER 10

Kylie It was only less than a year since I walked out on my marriage to Arnold Kesington. But walking into the house today, it felt like I'd been gone for many years. A lot of things were still the same, but I couldn't help noticing the obvious signs that multiple women had been in and out of our home since I left. I peeled off my shoes and stretched my toes. Somehow, the air in New York always made me feel sick. I preferred the slower pace in Los Angeles, but after realizing I couldn't survive the rigors of living and working out there, I'd decided to return and fight. And the first place I needed to be was at Kensington’s Food. “Welcome back, ma'am,” the housekeeper said and bowed her head slightly. I could see she was happy to see me. “Mr Kensington told me you'll be coming today.” I looked at her and I wondered if he had fucked her too. I smiled. “Yes, Hilda. I'm back.” I glanced at the time. I glanced at the wall clock. Steven would still be in school. “Is Arnold in?” “Yes,

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