All Chapters of The chef and The charmer: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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chapter 21

The sun slipped through the massive windows, bathing the penthouse in a golden haze. The sizzle of bacon filled the silence, a steady rhythm against the quiet morning. I cracked an egg into the bowl, the yolk breaking cleanly as I whisked, the motion methodical. The place felt too still. Peaceful. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last.Damien sauntered in, barefoot and half-dressed, with that insufferable smirk plastered across his face. His shirt hung open at the collar, dark hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed — which he probably had. The Damien from Saturday night, the one who’d shown a flicker of vulnerability, had vanished. Now, he was back to his usual self: playful, careless, and maddeningly charming.“Morning, Chef. Miss me?” His voice slid over the words like honey.I didn’t bother looking up. “Like a migraine.”Damien chuckled and poured himself a coffee, leaning against the counter to watch me. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and expectant, but I kept my focus on

Last Updated : 2025-03-17

chapter 22

The chef and The charmer/muse

The kitchen was a disaster zone. Flour dusted the countertops, mixing bowls were piled in the sink, and the faint smell of burnt sugar lingered in the air. I stood in the middle of it all, phone in hand, heart pounding as I stared at the empty flour container. Of course. Of course, I’d run out of the one thing I needed most.I scrolled through my usual delivery apps, but everything was closed. Midnight baking experiments had their risks, and tonight I’d lost the gamble. I let out a frustrated sigh, slamming the cupboard shut harder than necessary. “I decided to bake some cookies since Damien seems to love them so much. Apparently, he has quite the sweet tooth.“Problem?” Damian’s voice drifted in from the living room.I turned to see him leaning in the doorway, cigarette dangling from his lips, one brow arched in amusement. He wore that usual air of casual disinterest, like nothing ever really got to him.“Delivery mishap. I’m out of ingredients.” I rubbed my temples, trying to will a

Last Updated : 2025-03-18

chapter 23

The chef and The charmer/muse

Damien povthe morning sun, a pale sliver in the eastern sky, struggled to pierce through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. I stood on the balcony, the chill of the early morning air biting through my skin. The distant hum of traffic drifted upward, a soft undercurrent beneath the city’s awakening pulse — a stark contrast to the silence within these walls.I sipped my coffee, the bitter taste a welcome counterpoint to the unsettling calm that had settled over me. Sleep had evaded me, and a sense of unease, vague and undefined, gnawed at the edges of my thoughts as I entered and stood in the living room, still nursing my black coffee that matched my mood. I’d been up since dawn, restless and preoccupied, though I couldn’t pinpoint why.Perhaps it was her. EvelynThe thought lingered in my mind, uninvited yet insistent. I’d hired her for her culinary skills—and those were undeniable. Her food was exquisite, and each dish was crafted with precision and a touch of artistry th

Last Updated : 2025-03-19

chapter 24

The chef and The charmer/muse

The morning light crept in through the windows, painting the kitchen in soft gold. I stood at the stove, the hiss of eggs meeting the pan breaking the quiet. The rhythmic scrape of the spatula against the non-stick surface felt almost meditative, a small moment of peace before the inevitable storm that was Damian.Right on cue, I heard the shuffle of bare feet against the tiled floor. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The air practically shifted with his presence, heavy with the smell of last night’s whiskey and cigarettes.“Ugh… kill me now,” Damian’s voice rasped behind me.I grabbed the glass of green juice from the counter and slid it toward him without looking. “Drink.”There was a pause before I heard him pick it up. The sound of him taking a cautious sip was followed by a low groan.“What would I do without you, chef?”“Starve,” I replied, as usual cracking another egg into the pan.Damian chuckled softly, the sound low and rough. The kind of laugh that had once

Last Updated : 2025-03-20

chapter 25

The chef and The charmer/muse

IT was in the middle of October the rain started like a whisper against the windows, soft at first, barely noticeable. Then it grew louder, a steady drumbeat that filled the silence between us. Damian sprawled on the couch, cigarette dangling from his fingers, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. The storm outside cast shadows across the kitchen, flickering against the walls. I wiped down the counters, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze.“You ever feel like you’re playing a part you didn’t ask for?” His voice was quiet, almost lost beneath the rain. this isn’t the first time he asked me this question.I paused, cloth in hand. For a moment, I thought he was baiting me again. Damian liked to provoke, to prod at the soft spot he suspected I had. But something in the way he said it made me hesitate.it got me thinking what really going with Damien who is really this man behind all this charming smirk.“Every day,” I answered quietly.I didn’t look at him, but I felt his eyes o

Last Updated : 2025-03-20

chapter 26

The chef and The charmer/muse

Damien povI paced back and forth in my room, the floorboards creaking beneath my frantic steps. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last. From the kitchen, I overheard Chris greeting Evelyn, their voices distant but clear. It felt like a punch to the gut. I had called Chris, begging him to meet me urgently, and now he was down there, chatting like nothing was wrong.The disastrous call with my mother still echoed in my mind. She’d been in France for over a year now, ever since the accident. She didn’t even care to check if I was okay; she just left. Discarded me like an afterthought. And now, out of the blue, she was threatening to take over the CEO position. The audacity.I’ll be honest — I haven’t exactly put my best foot forward this past year. Grief has a way of consuming you whole, leaving behind only fragments of who you used to be. But I’ll be damned if I let that position go to my incompetent, scheming uncle Anthony. The very thought made my skin crawl. He

Last Updated : 2025-03-21

chapter 27

The chef and The charmer/muse

Evelyn povI crossed my arms and stared at Damian like he’d grown a second head.“No. Absolutely not.”Damian sighed, leaning back against the sleek leather chair in his office. The city skyline stretched out behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering reminder of just how far removed his world was from mine.“Evelyn, be reasonable,” he said, voice smooth and measured, like he was trying to close a business deal.“Reasonable?” I scoffed. “You just asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend How is that reasonable?”The door behind me clicked open, and Chris strolled in, holding two cups of coffee. He paused mid-step, eyes darting between us.“Uh, did I miss something?” Chris asked, handing me a cup.“Damian just proposed,” I said flatly.Chris choked on his coffee. “What?”“A fake proposal,” I clarified. “He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend. For money.”Chris leaned against the bookshelf, arms folded, his gaze steady on me. “Look, I know Damian can come off a li

Last Updated : 2025-03-22

chapter 28

The chef and The charmer/muse

I folded my arms and stared at Damian across the polished surface of his mahogany desk. “I changed my mind. I can’t do this.”Damian sighed, rubbing his temple like I was giving him the worst headache of his life. “Evelyn, we already agreed.”“No, you assumed. I panicked and said yes, but I’ve had time to think. It’s insane. Lying to your entire family? Pretending to be your girlfriend? There have to be other ways to get your mother off your back.”Chris, perched on the windowsill with his arms crossed, chimed in. “ trust me Eve we tried to come up with a different idea this is the only way.Damian’s gaze was steady. “It’s a business arrangement. We lay out clear terms, follow them, and part ways when the time comes. It’s simple.”I scoffed. “Simple? Right.”Damian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Let me be clear. My mother is relentless. If she believes I’m in a serious relationship, she’ll stop trying to arrange dinners with every socialite in the city. You help me,

Last Updated : 2025-03-22

chapter 29

The chef and The charmer/muse

I stared at the half-packed suitcase on my bed, arms crossed and heart heavy. Clothes lay in uneven piles, half-folded, half-forgotten. The apartment felt eerily quiet, the usual hum of the city outside barely penetrating the walls. My sanctuary, my tiny corner of the world, was about to become a memory.I sighed and grabbed another blouse from the drawer, stuffing it into the suitcase with less care than it deserved. “I still think this is a terrible idea.”“Noted,” Damian said from the doorway, his arms folded neatly across his chest. He leaned against the frame, the picture of casual elegance in his dark suit. “But if we’re going to convince people we’re madly in love, we can’t exactly live separate lives.”I shot him a look. “I meant the part where I uproot everything and move into your penthouse.”“Details,” Damian replied smoothly. “It’s only temporary.”I zipped the suitcase shut and sat on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room. It wasn’t much — mismatched furniture, bo

Last Updated : 2025-03-23

chapter 30

The chef and The charmer/muse

“Damian.” The voice was smooth, calculated.I turned to see a woman gliding toward us, her sleek black dress hugging every curve. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over one shoulder, and her red lips curled into a sharp smile.“Lillian,” Damian greeted, his tone neutral.Her eyes slid to me, assessing. “And who is this?”“Evelyn,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “His girlfriend.”Lillian’s brow lifted ever so slightly. Girlfriend? How surprising. Damian usually prefers his relationships… less permanent.”The implication wasn’t lost on me.“We can’t all stay in the past, Lillian,” Damian said smoothly.She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Of course. Well, it was lovely to meet you, Evelyn. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”With that, she drifted away, leaving a trail of expensive perfume in her wake.I turned to Damian. “Ex?”“no more like a fling.”“She hates me.”“She hates everyone. Don’t take it personally.”Easy for him to say.The rest of the night passed in a blur.

Last Updated : 2025-03-24

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