Marry Me Chicken Once Upon A Chef Novels & Stories

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

He acted like a jealous and possessive husband to me. I took my phone and began to type the message I wanted to tell him. I didn't wait for his reply and put the earphones back to my ears. Well, I'm honestly not expecting any response from him. I opened the fridge and took all the ingredients I need for my fried chicken recipe. -'If he has Menudo, then I have fried chicken.'- I was swaying my hips and enjoying the 'Happy Song' of Pharrell Williams while cooking my delicious fried chicken when I noticed someone's watching me from behind. I turned around to see my arrogant husband standing at the door with his hands on his pockets and watching me move inside the counter.

Ralph said with a straight look on his face. Silvia, who was shocked and confused, looked at Ralph with a confused expression. “I don't understand, sir,” She replied. “Are you deaf? Marry me, Silvia” He repeated. Giving Silvia evidence that he was very serious.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my fault your suit got dirty. Maybe I can clean it for you?” He said nothing. But I could tell from his eyes that he knew I was not telling the truth. “Wrenna, from today on, we’re husband and wife. You don’t need to apologize to me. It’s just a piece of clothing. Even if you hit me, it must mean I did something wrong.” His deep voice made my ears warm, and my cheeks quickly turned red. Luckily, Marco did not say anything more about the flour. He walked me out of the restaurant and put his blazer over my head.

one of them whispered. The other snorted. “I could get to wear any kind of dress I want and going to have the best vacations.” She screeched with her friend and they giggled while I unknowingly met the chef's eyes. She looked at me with sadness like she wanted to apologise on their behalf. “She thinks being married to him makes her untouchable. Let’s see how long that lasts.” The cook’s eyes darted to mine, her hand frozen on the ladle. I raised my spoon, slowly ate another bite, and placed it down. Then the cook cleared her throat loudly.

I hung up immediately. I didn't want him to know who I was marrying just yet, though I had no intention of hiding the fact. Calmly, I said, "It's my gown. I'm getting married." Shock rippled through his gaze. "Nonsense. How could you possibly be getting married?" Samantha walked in just then. At my words, she laughed softly. "Audrey, stop joking. You must mean Diana's gown, right?" Diana Archer—once the closest friend I had in her circle. She was getting married next month.

You go first. Cynthia flinched when she heard her name. "I'll never marry him! I wasn't supposed to be part of the family. "I don't deserve it. I don't want a single share of those stocks. I'll pack my bags and head back to the countryside to be a farmer right now!" Dad and I were stunned. Cynthia was a greedy and power-hungry woman. In my previous two lives, she would have counted every single hair on my head if it meant getting an edge in the inheritance battle.

What a cursed romance. I got married to Regina a year later. The night before our wedding, Kayla showed up downstairs out of the blue. She looked so frail, I almost did not recognize her. She seemed like a mere shadow of herself, as if a strong breeze could whisk her away. She had lost the charm and beauty she once possessed. I stared at her for a long time before recognizing her. She saw me and touched her face. "Do you not recognize me anymore?" I shook my head. "No."

Cooking her meals instead of making her survive on cereal and reheated frozen dinners. I drift my arm across the surface of the water, watching the tiny ripples carry the rose petals away from me. That dream might as well be buried. I lean against the tub, the cold ceramic pressing into my back. I glance at my wrist. The bruise has almost disappeared, leaving behind only a dull dark mark. "It wasn't as bad as I thought," I whisper. I sink deeper into the tub. This month is full of surprises. The unpleasant and unwanted kind. Dominic slaps me in the face with a marriage contract, I get married in my living room on a Tuesday morning, reporters tail me to an inch of my life, then there's Eunice

After those rounds of sex , we finally headed in the kitchen . We were like new married couples . Adrian helped me prepare the chicken pasta . He chopped while I cooked the chicken first . Throughout the whole moment , I had a smile on my face . I honestly couldn't believe it that this was damn real .