Novel & Cerita Mistress Of Spices

She only took a bunch of spinach, some tempeh, and red onions. "Ma'am, please add these up." The women's conversation sounded increasingly clear in her ears. "I'm sure she doesn't have a marriage certificate." "She seems like a sex worker." "I think so too. Girls these days often want an easy life without wanting to work hard." "Red onions, two thousand five hundred. Spinach, two thousand. Tempeh, two thousand. The total is six thousand five hundred." Nadine nodded and quickly paid. She could no longer bear to stay there. Her ears felt hot as she listened to all the accusations being thrown at her.

"Two. "He's just the pastry chef, he's not even the chef de partie "he insisted. Izzy started chopping some mushrooms brunoise, her agility with the knife was remarkable. I watched her sideways as she cut out the circles for the nests. "So confectioners aren't real cooks? Wow, that's new information for me. But you must be right. Confectioners are too good to be real. That comment drew laughter from the team, and I myself couldn't hold back a small smile as I concentrated on my task.

I moaned approvingly and wiped stray crumbs from my lips. "I am glad you liked it. I threw in some cashews and nutmeg, with just a hint of lemon. I am still baffled by how much better the spices are you bring home than the ones I find at the market." Elizabeth told me, her smile catching on my own lips. Our spices were better because I got them all the way from Terra. Regular shipments came in weekly, thanks to my mother pulling a few strings. Atarah said that even though I chose to live like a peasant, doesn't mean that I had to. All the luxuries our clans had to offer, I still had. Hadeon was more than happy to support my family in their endeavours, even when he and my mother barely ever s

He gave her a quick kiss on the shoulder and then said, "That's good. Because I don't like sharing what's mine with other people." "I have one condition. May I?" His eyebrows were almost together. "What condition is that?" "This deal only applies if neither of us has a partner. Even though I'm your woman, I'll still stick to my principles from the start. I never wanted to be a mistress."

“Fine. Whatever.” We moved to the spice aisle, and I felt a fresh surge of inspiration. “Okay, for the ‘twist’ element… what about… cinnamon?” I reached for a jar. “Cinnamon?” Silas repeated, his voice incredulous. “Yes! It’s unexpected. Exotic.” I beamed, proud of my creativity. Before I could drop it in, Jax’s hand shot out, gently but firmly taking the jar from my grasp and returning it to its spot. “No cinnamon in stir-fry, Maddie. Trust me on this one.”

The sound of his low voice on conference calls served as a background hum. I found Mrs. Patel in the kitchen, already sketching a menu on a notepad. “He told you,” I said, leaning against the counter. “He did, ma’am.” She looked up, her eyes crinkling. “And he smiled while he did it. A proper smile. It was unsettling.” “We’re aiming for ‘unsettling’ in a good way,” I said. “Can you help me not burn the house down?” “It would be my genuine pleasure.” We spent the next hour debating recipes. Mrs. Patel, I discovered, was a formidable culinary strategist with strong opinions on saffron, a world precious spice and a hilarious disdain for “trendy foam.”

“They don’t always think before they speak.” “It’s fine,” I muttered. Miriam gave me a small, knowing look but didn’t push further. Instead, she nodded toward the counter behind me. “Vena, please get me the paprika.” I turned automatically, my eyes landing on the row of spices neatly lined up against the wall. There were so many of them. Different shapes. Different colors. Labels I couldn’t make sense of. My hand hovered in the air as I stared. My stomach tightened slightly and I didn’t move.

she added. “Was I drugged?” I asked her. “How could anyone have bathed me and changed my clothes and I had no idea about it?” I asked further. “It’s the spices that were mixed with the food prepared for you,” she said. “You poisoned me?” I asked, my eyes widening in shock. “Not me, but the chef, and it wasn’t poison. Master Keith instructed the spices to be used because it helps in relaxing and sleeping better. He said you needed it,” she explained.

I responded as I smirked. The smile on her face dropped as Arsenio chuckled. “How dare you talk to me like that?? Who the fuck do you think you are???” Monalisa asked as she glared at me. “I am his mistress but who are you madam??? What is your relationship with him??Let me answer that for you….you are his past and it is best you remain there because that is where you belong. She was about to slap me when I caught her hand and gave her a deadly glare.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave