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The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Bad Bad News
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ"Ms Jenkins. It is very critical. We are not sure he's going to come out of it." The doctor on the other end of the line said before my shaky hands end the call. Please come back home. His last words replayed in my head over and over again, the memory so clear and fresh, it could have been just yesterday that he'd just requested for me to come over. God, please do not let this happen to me. My relationship with God wasn't something to be considered good, but I could make a vow here, and now that if father came out of this, I would mend my relationship with Him. Father had gotten into an accident that put him in a coma, and it was possible he was never coming back. The doctor had advised me not to get my hopes up. He'd told me to come to England to see him. He'd told me, but I didn't take him seriously. Were we going to be referring to him as a thing of the past? I really hoped not. The last time we spoke on the phone was
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Unplanned Happenings
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โHe died. I still made the decision to fly that day, although my mind was far from what was happening. When Gina heard the shattering glass, she rushed to where I was, she didn't need me to utter a word before she knew what had happened. She sat beside me, comforting me. Funny thing was that I didn't even sob. I sat there in a confused stateโmost likely the most confused I'd ever been in a long time. โCrossing and uncrossing my legs for the umpteenth time, I took a glance at Father's throne and wished he would just appear and save me from all of this misery. I doubted if I could go through all of this alone. I wished for the ground to open and swallow me whole. That wasn't going to be a bad way to rectify the situation, would it? I hoped it would miraculously bring me back as well. "He was our King and we need to give him the befitting burial that he deserved!" Nobody is arguing with you, you s
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย I Feel Nothing
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โAfter the shocking news was delivered to me, I walked to Father's grave with Gina. My plan was to talk to him, and all, but when I got there, all I was able to do was stare. I couldn't get the words out. It was so hard. I returned to the castle with a feeling of guilt. Feeling guilty about the fact that my father died, was buried, and I went to his graveside, and still, I didn't feel anything. Not even a pinprick of emotion or sadness. A while later, I learnt that we will be holding a ceremony to celebrate the life of father, and shit. I was pleased that the ceremony hadn't started yet. In a couple of hours, the place would be filled with people dining and wining all in the name of celebrating their late Prince's life. Only these people drank wine and ate chicken when someone died! A funeral was supposed to be a solemn event, not a feast. Those were the words of pathological liars who used anything as an opportunity to lie
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Lacking Interest
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โOnce more, my happiness had been crushed by the noblemen. Those men just abhorred me whenever I had a smile on my face for reasons that were very much unknown to me. They loved it when I was dejected and all. It was as though they were on a mission to take happiness very far away from me. They just derived so much pleasure in it. I'd just invited my nail stylist to give me a pedicure because I hadn't gotten one in a while. I'd just been growing my natural nails and it kind of hurt when she cut it off.My assistant was with me, going through my emails when she stumbled on one from them. She didn't need to read it all out before I knew what they wanted. It was required of me to fly my ass back to England. Those assholes were the same ones who told me to take a break, and go back to America. I wasn't given a deadline or anything of that sort to come back. They just said to come back. I simply nodded and told her not to reply before I urged Cassandra, my stylist, t
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Sweet Lord!
MONIQUE โEverything seemed to happen so swiftly from yesterday because after Gina got me ready for my interview and checking out staff, she left and Maria walked in. "Good to see you again, lady Monique." The dress she was wearing practically had the same pattern and style as she wore yesterday and it got me thinking for a second if it was all she wore. If things went further--which I was so fucking terrified of, I wondered if it was going to be mandatory for me to wear those outdated things which they called clothes. Okay, maybe they weren't outdated, but it just wasn't my style. "Good to see you to Maria. How are you?" I managed to ask, trying so damn hard not to seem rude because, in this type of setting, news spread the fastest. Even without the media having much to do around here. "I came here to ask if you were going to be comfortable interviewing here. I know you're the type that likes your personal space.""Definitely. We can do it her
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย You Got Me Thinking
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐"I swear, lady Monique. It was so good." Gina was telling me about some crazy show she watched during the afternoon hours, but Lord knew I paid her no attention. I was waiting, waiting patiently for a knock on my door. My countenance, and the way my body moved was very much evident of that fact, but once it came to her favorite shows, Gina didn't give a care in the world if one was listening or not. All she required of you was that you be there, although she did get mad if she she asked you a question about her supposed show and you couldn't answer it. I failed to realize that Gina had been calling my name for a while and it was until she clapped in my face before I left the state of trance that I was in. "Lady Monique?" She snapped her fingers this time around, the tip of her middle finger and her thumb clashing. "Yes." I shook my head and used my hand to wipe my face. "Is everything alright?""I'm good, Gina, it's just the regular mood swings. With time, I'd be fi
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Unreal
MONIQUE โ"I always admired it because of you and I've wanted to do it for the longest, but I doubt it'll look good on me.""You're literally so pretty and you're still very young. Now's the time to dye your hair as many colors as you wish to." I said to Gina as I dropped my phone on the nightstand, the same hand running through my silky hair before I pressed my lips together. She was telling me about how she'd always admired my black hair and how she wanted to dye her hair black because of me. Gina was only twenty-three. I was thirteen years older than she was. She could do whatever she liked to her body since her days were still very long. As for me, people would cock their eyebrows if I stepped out in any color that was different from my natural hair color. I'd never been the crazy type in terms of hair. "Nah, it can't be compared to yours, though. Lady Monique, you don't even look thirty yet. I hope to age like you." "Why does it feel like you'
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Unacceptable
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โTime went by so quickly and the next thing I knew, I found myself sitting on the stool next to Father's throne with the noblemen dispersed on stools left and right. It all felt like a nightmare again. Once upon a time, I was feeling good, but now I just felt like an absolute piece of shit. Worthless and inconsequential. This time around, I was the one that was supposed to start the meeting and so I opened my mouth to speak and when nothing made its way out, I pressed my lips together. I doubted if I was going to be able to do this. This was an example of what happened when someone was put on a pedestal. I was under so much pressure that if it could kill, I'd have died a long time ago. "Hello." I cleared my throat and managed to say when they'd been looking at me for so long, I thought their eyes might burrow into my soul and discover my darkest secrets. "Good day, Lady Monique." They greeted, their tone sounding as if they'd been
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The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Epilogue
MARCUS Being back in the United States felt unbelievable. I'd only been gone for a few days, but it felt as though I'd been gone for six months. Life was panning out well. I'd gotten to know Monique so well that I read her like an open book now. She didn't need to complete some of her statements before I knew what it was. We definitely were soul mates. Our future wasn't something we'd both sat down to ever discuss, but we knew we were spending the rest of our lives togetherโthat one was insured, it was a matter of timing. Just when I was thinking about her, she walked in for a bit before stopping at the door, her hand stretching and holding the door frame as though if she didn't, she'd lose support, and break a bone. I was stunned by her position. "What?" I asked her, smiling. "What the shirt says, you dummy." My eyes landed on her shirt, and it said 'Marry me, Marcus'. Cross my heart, if I could faint, wake up and faint again, I was going to do so. What the fuck was this life
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย The Plan
Two Months Laterโฆ MONIQUE " It's really fucked up, G. " I said, shaking my head and still caught up in the shock of seeing her. It had been almost four months. "I'm an asshole, I know, but I'm so fucking sorry."Looking at Gina kneeling before me right now, there was nothing I could do. Something in me so badly wanted to hate her for abandoning me for almost two months, but I couldn't just bring myself to oblige. Yes, she did abandon me, but my mind went back to the times before the abandonment. To the beautiful memories we shared. I was guessing there was a limit to the extent she could go for me. She'd always told me that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, but the day we trusted humans was the day it was going to be over for us, and the sad thing was that I really did take her word for what it was. At the end of the day, we were all humans, and were always going to fuck up no matter what. Marcus and I had discussed, and we'd come to the conclusion that I was going to le
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย On My Path To Healing
MONIQUE The love of my life was stooping down close to me, and I was looking at him right in the eye. That eye contact was all the assurance I needed. I'd waited for this for so long. "I love you." I said, my voice so fucking evident of the stenght that I lacked. I didn't want to think about it. To think about Adrian, and what he took away from me. God, remembering it made fresh tears fall from my eyes. It was as though he understood me. With his thumb, he brushed the tears away. "He did this to me." I said to him, crying. He raped me. It wasn't only him. They were so many. " I was a sobbing mess by the time I was was done with my statement. It was a good thing that I was vulnerable with him. "I know." Marcus said, nodding. I continued to stare at him while sobbing and swallowing those silly lumps that formed in my throat every so often. I looked crazy because while Adrian was definitely I cried, and that drained some of the energy in me. Once I passed out and woke up a while ag
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Saviour
MARCUSI hope I'm not late. I hope I get there just in time, and she's still very much alright. I pray that I wouldn't have to live a life filled with regret because of actions I could prevent from happening. I didn't have any excuse for leaving her, but I was guessing uncertainty was one of the things that triggered it. I'd been gone for a while when I could have just gone on my knees and begged her to give me what she was willing to. I'd have accepted it. Rather, I took it to the extreme, and revealed secrets that I should have waited to tell her. She's in danger now, and if anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. I thought I was going to be able to beat the time, and be there early but a lot of factors led to the delay. The first one being that it rained, and given that condition, there were things the horses could do, and things they couldn't. Never in a million years will horses suddenly want to function when it was raining cats and dogs. Not really a valid reason
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Violated Part. 2
MONIQUE There was no way I could talk with a gun in my mouth, and so all I did was nod and put my palms together as an indication of plea. The tip of the gun was touching my throat, and I swear to God, I wanted to puke so bad. "You're going to suck on the gun, spit on it, and gag until I tell you to stop." He said. Right there, and then, my gag reflex was on high alert, and I almost choked on the weapon that was in my mouth. I shook my head, indirectly saying 'you don't have to do this'. The magnanimity of the whole situation triggered more tears, and they just kept falling and wetting the ground below me. I could go lower and lick the tip of his shoes right now, but not this. Anything but the gun in my mouth. What even made the matter all the more awkward was the fact that there were people in this room watching me. So many fucking people. Thank fuck this wasn't the United States, and this was one of those occasions where I was grateful to God for not allowing civilization to ha
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Violated
MONIQUE "Don't do this." I shook my head, attempting to stop the tears from falling, but God, it really was hard. Was this how everything would end? You know, for all these months, a fragment of my mind, and a part of me believed I was going to get that happily ever after ending just like everyone. If someone told me that I would walk to my death majestically, I'd laugh because in my head, that person would be a fucked up sadist with a messed up life. I always had hope. "How the mighty have fallen." Adrian's wicked laughed pierced through the air again, and I'm actually so done. He rubbed his chest as he got closer, and closer to me. "What do you even want?" I asked, still seated there--preparing for my death with all sorts of food laying on the table before me. "You're quite foolish for a billionaire, don't you think? I want it all. I want the power, the wealth, every fucking thing!" He said, stamping his feet on the ground while I sat there, looking at him right in the eye--wh
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย It Ends Here
MONIQUEFrom the moment I stepped into this house, suspicion stirred in in my stomach, fear climbing up my spine, but I refused to give in. There was no turning back now. I had to face the music. I didn't even know anyone here, and so if anything happened, there was no one to call to get me out of here. "Make yourselves comfortable, yeah." She said, that Welsh accent making rearing its head. You could take the woman out of the village, but never could you take the village out of the woman. "We have tea, wine. Whatever it is that you want." She said. Adrian walked to the closest seat to the fireplace and made himself comfortable while I remained standing-- the driver, and the maids as well. Adrian was probably going to yell at them if they sat. " Monique, don't do that where I am. Will my lap be more comfortable than the chairs?" Adrian asked. I could see his teeth through the fire, and I wanted nothing more than to pull each of them out while I watch him wallow in agony. The dinwi
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย Welsh Nonsense
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โThe same way Adrian stormed in to tell me about the ball organized by the Welsh prince was the same way he stormed in during the early hours of today to tell me to get ready. He said we were journeying to Wales. Today was one of those days I missed Gina. Better suck it all in, and move on. He didn't just march in, he also brought along with him the dress I was supposed to wear. He said he didn't want me looking eerie. I knew myself so well. The Monique of two to three months ago would have slapped that sick son a bastard in the face, and thrown the dress at his face, but all I did was sit down, and look at him like someone who was mentally ill. I was really missing my old self. I pondered on what it was going to take me to get back to that state of mind. The dress wasn't too far away from me as I laid in bed. The tranquility in this room, goodness me. God knew I needed this. Maybe this trip was what I needed to get out of th
The Billionaire's Hot Chefย ย ย You're Dead To Me
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โFunny of me to think that we were finally heading somewhere, and it all came crashing down when he uttered those words. Fuck me. Frankly speaking, though, Marcus did nothing wrong. How fast did I forget that it was me who told him to let it all out? He could've kept it to himself, and we'd still be going strong. Fuck, I was a fool. It had been what? Three days of self-isolation. Hunger had dealt with me so much, but the pride in me wouldn't let me get my ass out of bed and get something to eat. I, myself couldn't deny the certitude of my life being repetitive. If Monique Jenkins' life was a course of study in colleges, universities, and tertiary institutions, there'd be no one that would major in that because of the magnitude of the boredom they were going to get from it. Let's be real, though, school on its own was boring, but Monique Jenkins' life would lead you to commit suicide. Her life was bland, and wishy-washy, and boy did she crave some spice? Of course.
