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I returned to my station just in time for the competition to officially begin. The tension from the confrontation with Damian still lingered under my skin, but I pushed it aside, locking it away where it couldn’t distract me. I had bigger things to focus on.The competition floor buzzed with nervous energy—chefs chopping, flames flickering, the rhythmic clatter of knives against cutting boards. This was my element. Here, I could drown out the world and lose myself in the precision of my craft.I kept my head down, meticulously slicing herbs, measuring ingredients, keeping every movement controlled and methodical. If I focused hard enough, I could almost convince myself that the weight pressing on my chest was just the pressure of the contest—not the ghost of Damian’s voice still rattling around in my head.By the time I plated my first dish and sent it off to the judges, the knot in my stomach had started to ease. I could breathe again. This—this was where I belonged. Not locked in so
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I barely had time to catch my breath when Chris found me in the hallway. My heart still drummed in my chest, the weight of disappointment heavier than the ache in my limbs. The sting of placing tired gnawed at me, a reminder that no matter how hard I pushed, it hadn’t been enough — not today.“Hey,” Chris’s voice cut through the noise in my head. His smile was cautious, like he wasn’t sure if it was the right moment. “You did great out there.”I forced a small smile, though it felt thin on my lips. “Thanks.”Chris stepped closer, his hands tucked in his jacket pockets. He shifted his weight from foot to foot,he seem to quite nervous. I figured the cameras weren’t around this time, so whatever he wanted to say must’ve been real.“Look… I wanted to apologize,” he started, his gaze flicking away before meeting mine again. “For the media mess… for how everything played out. You didn’t deserve that.”I blinked, caught off guard. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to hear those words unti
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“Evelyn, baby… how are you holding up?” Her voice was warm, familiar—like a soothing balm on an open wound.Tears welled up before I could stop them. I let out a shaky breath, the disappointment crashing over me all at once. “I should’ve done better, Mama. Third place… it’s not enough. What if… what if I’m not good enough? What if I never make it?”There was a pause, then her soft chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart… you’ve come too far to give up now. You’re a fighter. You always have been. This is just one chapter—not the whole story. Remember how you used to sneak into the kitchen late at night, trying to perfect that lemon tart? You burned it three times before you got it right. But you never stopped trying.”A small smile tugged at my lips through the tears. “I almost set the curtains on fire that night.”She laughed, the sound wrapping around me like a warm hug. “Exactly. And look at you now. You made it to the finals. Not everyone can say that. Third place or not, you’re still one of the
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Damien pov:The faint hum of music filtered through the walls, a steady bass thrumming beneath the laughter and clinking glasses of the networking event just beyond the door. The dimly lit room smelled faintly of perfume and expensive whiskey, a combination I was all too familiar with.Her name… what was her name again? Madison? Melanie? Something with an M, I think. Not that it mattered. She was pressed against me, her fingers toying with the buttons of my blazer, her breath warm against my neck.“I missed you,” she purred, tilting her head to brush her lips along my jawline.I smirked, one hand lazily trailing down the curve of her waist. “Did you? Or did you miss what I could do to you?”She giggled, a light sound that filled the room like a practiced melody. “Both. Can’t we do this again? One night wasn’t enough.”My grin widened, but there was no heat behind it. I leaned in, lips grazing her ear. “You know the rules, sweetheart. No second rounds.”Her pout was almost convincing.
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Damien povThe noise of the event buzzes around me, but I’m focused on one thing, or rather, one person. I ignore Chris’s latest remark—something about her “cleaned up nicely.” or “how she got everyone under a spell“. He can talk himself hoarse for all I care. I need a moment, a drink, and I spot a waiter passing by, his tray loaded with glasses of champagne. I grab two, handing one to a nearby acquaintance before slipping the other into my own hand.My gaze cuts through the crowd, and I find her immediately—Evelyn. She’s smiling, her confidence radiating like a beacon. She stands there, surrounded by chefs and industry elites, but she doesn’t seem like she belongs to either group. There’s an energy about her—alive, dangerous, the kind you can’t look away from. Her eyes dance with sharp intelligence, and the way she handles herself among them? Effortless. It’s almost too easy for her.I don’t wait long. I take a sip of champagne, feeling the bubbles tingle against my tongue, and then I
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Evelyn povThe evening stretches on, the air thick with the scent of roasted herbs and aged wine. I step outside onto the balcony, hoping to steal a moment of fresh air away from the crowded room. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, offering a fleeting sense of relief—until I catch the faint glow of a cigarette ember in the shadows.Damian Blackstone leans against the railing, half-hidden by the dim light, smoke curling lazily from between his fingers. I freeze, not realizing anyone else was out here.“Sorry… I didn’t know—”He glances at me, one brow lifting in that effortlessly arrogant way of his. “You don’t have to apologize. Balcony’s big enough for both of us.”I hesitate. The polite thing to do would be to leave—but something about the way he’s watching me makes my feet stay rooted. Still, I force myself to turn back toward the door. My hand grips the handle, ready to disappear—but it doesn’t budge.Locked.A low chuckle rumbles behind me. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a
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The taxi weaved through Manhattan’s endless motion, the city alive with flashing billboards, honking horns, and pedestrians moving with purpose. Skyscrapers stretched toward the sky, their glass surfaces reflecting the golden hues of the morning sun. I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around my bag strap.Damian’s penthouse was in one of the most exclusive high-rises, and as the taxi pulled up to the entrance, I took a steadying breath before stepping out. Inside, the lobby was all marble and glass, the kind of place where money wasn’t just spent—it was displayed.The front desk receptionist, a blonde woman with sharp eyes, barely spared me a glance before giving me a once-over, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Can I help you?” she asked, skepticism lacing her tone.“I’m here for Damian Blackstone,” I said evenly.Her brows lifted. “And you are?”“Evelyn Carter. His private chef.”She didn’t bother hiding her doubt, eyes flicking to my simple black blouse and jeans. I sighed,
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The early morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian Blackstone’s penthouse, casting a soft glow over the sleek, modern kitchen. I roll up the sleeves of my crisp white chef’s jacket, inhaling the stillness of the morning before the inevitable chaos that will come with working for a man like him. The marble counter tops gleam, untouched, the high-end appliances silent. It’s a kitchen built for show, not for use, and it’s clear that no one has bothered to cook in here before me.I step toward the massive double-door refrigerator and pull it open, taking stock of the groceries delivered yesterday. Everything remains exactly where I left it—pristine vegetables still wrapped in their packaging, farm-fresh eggs untouched, smoked salmon sealed in its sleek black casing. My fingers brush over a loaf of sourdough bread, its golden crust slightly crisp to the touch. Good. At least I won’t have to deal with stale bread this morning.Grabbing what I need, I set the ingre
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Damian stepped forward, his presence imposing as always. “I’m warning you, Eric. You don’t want to go down this path.”after I stood up then and walk toward Damien and now am face to face with Eric, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t going to let Eric—my ex, the man who had betrayed me with my best friend—control the narrative of my life anymore. He didn’t get to decide what people knew about me, what I owed anyone. And certainly not after everything I had fought through to get here.“Damian, stop,” I said, my voice steady despite the rising tension. “I’ll handle this.”Damian looked at me, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I could see the conflict in his eyes—he wanted to protect me, but I knew this was something I had to face on my own. After everything I had been through, after all the ways I had been silenced, this was my fight now. And I was done being passive.“Eric,” I called out, stepping toward the door, my voice firm. “You’re not going to tell my story. I’m going
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Damien povThe morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Montgomery estate, casting a golden hue over the manicured gardens. I stood on the balcony, my gaze fixed on the figure below. Evelyn was in the garden, her hands gently tending to the roses, her movements deliberate yet distant.I watched as she paused, her shoulders slumping slightly, a silent sigh escaping her lips. The weight of recent events was evident in her posture. The anonymous notes, the public scrutiny, and the complexities of our arrangement were taking a toll on her.Descending the staircase, I made my way to the garden. The scent of blooming flowers greeted me, a stark contrast to the tension that lingered in the air.“Evelyn,” I called softly.She turned, her eyes meeting mine. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that I hadn’t seen before.“I thought some time in the garden might help clear my mind,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, stepping closer. “It’s a beautiful morning.”Sh
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Evelyn povThe night air at the Montgomery estate was cool, but it did nothing to settle the heat rising in my chest.The engagement party was over. The guests had filtered out, their designer perfumes lingering in the air like ghosts of expectations. But my thoughts were louder than any violin melody we’d faked smiles to during the evening.The massive oak doors to the ballroom shut behind us with a soft, resounding thud, but the silence between me and Damian? That was deafening.I stood at the foot of the grand staircase, clutching my clutch too tightly as I turned to him. “Are we going to talk about this?”His eyes flickered to me for a split second, then away again. “About what?”“About us, Damian.”He loosened his bow tie with one hand and sighed as though I’d just asked him to solve global warming with a toothpick. “Evelyn, we’ve had a long night.”I stepped in front of him, blocking his path toward the hallway. “Exactly. A long night of pretending to be engaged. A long night of
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“This just came for Evelyn,” the man said, handing the bouquet over with a forced smile before leaving just as quickly.My stomach twisted. Damien reached for the envelope tucked among the stems and handed it to me wordlessly. I opened it with trembling fingers.The card was plain. No logo. No handwriting I recognized.Just three words, elegantly scripted in dark ink:From yours, beloved E.I stared at the words, a cold shiver running down my spine.“They know,” I whispered. “Whoever this is… they’re watching me. Us.”I expected Damien to explode. To start pacing or pointing fingers or getting angry all over again. But he didn’t. Not this time.Instead, he stepped closer and gently took the card from my hand. He looked at it once, jaw tight, then looked at me. But his eyes held something softer than fear.“I won’t let anything happen to you, Evelyn,” he said, voice steady. “Whoever this is—whatever they’re trying to do—we’ll face it together.”I blinked, surprised by the calm in his t
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The kitchen was unusually quiet. Even the familiar hum of the refrigerator sounded louder than usual, filling the silence left behind by the conversations I didn’t want to have. I stood at the marble counter, carefully arranging the last of the mini pastries I’d baked for the catering contract Damien had helped me land.The client had been thrilled—effusive with praise and delighted by the presentation. She’d even mentioned wanting to recommend me to a few corporate clients. On any other day, I’d have been ecstatic. I should have been celebrating. But instead, a hollow ache curled itself around my ribs, tugging with every breath.I tried not to let it show. I busied myself by fixing a ribbon around one of the platters, smoothing out the creases like it was the only thing that needed fixing.Since that night, since the argument that left me emotionally shredded, Damien had been… different. Not cold exactly. Just restrained. His usual warmth, the sly glint in his eyes, the playful touch
