All Chapters of The Billionaire's Plump Chef : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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

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

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 eyes. Forks were caug