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He rakes his fingers through his hair, “the only reason why you are still standing here is because Odette told me not to hurt you, that’s the main reason why you are still standing in front of me. You killed my child, I will make you lose your child in the same way. Isn’t Bryer pregnant for you? I swear on the moon goddess that I will make sure to show you a step by step method on how I will make her lose her baby. You caused my wife harm, I am going to cause Bryer so much harm that you will regret it for the rest of your fucking life” The door opens up behind me and Odette saunters out. Believe me, I have never seen her this upset and sad at the same time. She doesn’t look like someone i kn

We'd institutionalized our rebellion, and it was, against all odds, warm and welcoming. Our lives had settled into a rhythm so deep it felt geological. Arthur was deep into a new book, a quiet family saga that bore no resemblance to our drama. I was compiling a community cookbook, pie recipes nestled alongside Hank's chowder and Miranda's "Foraged Salad of Fortitude." It was a love letter to our particular corner of the world, written in roux and pie crust. We were, in a word, content. Which is why the letter felt like a fossil unearthed from a forgotten layer of sediment.

Troy told him. Lewis shook his head and said, “You won’t have to worry about that.” “If anything, I’ll help you keep your feet on the ground,” Kendall told him. He smiled at her and said, “I’d like that.” “Then, let’s dig in,” Kendall said. “We don’t want our food to get cold.” They all picked up their forks and took their first bites. After chewing and swallowing, Shea looked at Bradford and said, “You were right. These hashbrowns are to die for.”

Damian's POV We spent three hours at Odette's kitchen table and by the end of the first hour I understood that the woman who had suppressed her bloodline and built a quiet human life and died of cancer without telling her daughter any of this had spent the three years before the fire doing something extraordinary. She had documented everything.

She must not repeat the mistakes her mother had made. “Odette.” She snapped from her reverie when she heard Lucifer’s voice. The man came from the kitchen carrying a plate of food. It looked like vegetable stew. Odette looked at the man intently. Inside her mind, she was wondering if Lucifer could also cook like Rion? But… She turned to look at the vegetable stew on the plate. Its appearance made her feel doubtful about the taste. What’s more, it was very messy. It was really in contrast to the appearance of Rion’s cooking, which always looked beautiful and appetizing.

"Odette started out in some of the rougher parts of the city. Records indicate that she worked as a prostitute for several years. It was a difficult and dangerous life, but she was determined to escape it. She used the connections she made and the money she saved to gradually climb out of that environment." He paused to let the information sink in before continuing. "Odette's resilience and strategic mind played a crucial role in her transformation. She worked as a high end consort to wealthy men. And shockingly, she even managed to marry one who died only a year later leaving his fortunes to Odette. Over time, she transitioned into the business world, where she displayed remarkable acumen a

She looked at his pantry like it was a personal affront to organization. Zachary stood watching the friend of the woman he had met three weeks ago reorganize his entire life and decided this was somehow fine. “Your kitchen was chaos,” Odette said, not looking at him. “I didn’t notice.” “Because you have a terminal diagnosis and you probably eat standing over the sink,” she said matter-of-factly. “Now you have a girlfriend who uses your kitchen so the kitchen becomes a functional space.” Isla emerged from the bedroom with an armful of books. She saw what Odette had done and started to laugh.

His hands shake as he takes it, and I watch him drink it slowly, his eyes never leaving the glass. “Maybe we should stop here—” “No.” He refuses with a shake of his head. "I'm fine. You wanted to know it all, and I want to tell you all of it." Instead of going back to Lincoln, I sit by his side. I don’t know why I do it. I just feel like I need to, like there's an invisible pull in me, urging me to stay. “Odette came to me one day and told me to give her her share of the property. She was moving out. She was barely 20, for God's sake.”

“Yeah right. The Telenovela gods got it wrong this time. This is real life. And no, Odette wasn’t threatened. She was the daughter of Cécilia’s closest family friend, left in our care as a ward, after her mother died. She grew up in the manor. Robert welcomed her with open arms. Anything Nicola, Zara or Freya got, Odette got too. Designer clothes, private tutors, European summers. She had the best life any ward could dream of. She wasn't some wide-eyed waif, she was a girl who knew good from bad.” Sharon paused for effect, her gaze lingering on me.

He found it oddly pleasant and always responded to her chatter, no matter the topic. "Odette brought the cookware. She loves cooking, just like you," Leonard replied, causing Chateau to falter. Once again, Odette came up. She wasn’t sure if she was to blame for choosing the wrong topic or if Leonard intentionally mentioned Odette to provoke her. But knowing him, Chateau doubted it was deliberate. "Seems like you’re very close to Odette," she said, focusing on stirring her pot, omitting the formal tone she usually used.