All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hot Chef: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚"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

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚After 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

MONIQUE ♚Everything 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went further--which I was so fucking terrified of, I wondered if it was going to be mandatory for me to wear those outdated things which they called clothes.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

MONIQUE ♚"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'

MONIQUE ♚Just when I thought the problems in my life couldn't get any worse than they already were, they really did get worse and what was I supposed to do? Probably cry myself to bed all night. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my chest so it fell and stopped at my thighs before walking out of the bathroom, water droplets wetting the marble floor in the process. I looked around me and it was empty--like I was expecting someone at all. I'd told Gina to go have fun and be happy since she'd been with me most times due to what happened at the last meeting with the noblemen--I was never forgetting that shit. I went into details about it all to her and it led to her being so protective of me. I laughed at the thought of that because truth be told, there was nothing Gina could do to alter anything. Not even I. Yes, I had so much money and so much fucking power that it was enough to rule the people, but around here, that wasn't how t