Taste of Ruin
Taste of Ruin
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My fiancé and my stepsister thought they were so clever. For months, they carried on an affair behind my back, plotting to steal the restaurant empire I built from scratch. I was supposed to be the naive, broken victim. But they forgot one crucial detail: Elise's husband is Victor Sterling. And when the ruthless billionaire came to me with undeniable proof of their betrayal, we didn't just cry. We made a dangerous, dirty pact. We will take everything from them—starting with each other.
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Chapter 1: The Poisoned Appetizer"Fire table four! And where the hell is my truffle puree?" Clara Vance’s voice cut through the clamor of the kitchen like a freshly sharpened chef’s knife. "Right here, Chef!" Leo, her lead line cook, scrambled to her side, sliding a silver squeeze bottle across the gleaming stainless steel pass. Clara snatched it without looking up, her eyes locked on the perfectly seared scallops resting in the center of the porcelain plate. With a steady hand, she dotted the puree around the seafood, added a micro-green garnish with a pair of surgical tweezers, and slapped the service bell. "Order up," she barked, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her forearm. "Keep it moving, people! We have a full house tonight, and I am not comping a single dessert because someone got sloppy on the grill. Focus!"The kitchen of *L’Aura*, the restaurant Clara had built from a single food truck into the city’s most talked-about culinary destination, was a war zone of heat, steam, and shouting. It was exactly the way she liked it. Out there, in the dining room, everything was hushed elegance, crystal chandeliers, and whispered conversations. But in here, it was raw, unfiltered passion. It was the only place in the world where Clara felt she was fully in control. "Chef?" Clara didn't look away from the venison she was basting in brown butter and thyme. "What is it, Leo? If the sommelier is complaining about the pairing menu again, tell him to cry into a glass of Merlot.""It’s not the sommelier," Leo said, his voice dropping to a nervous murmur. "There’s a guy in the back prep kitchen. He bypassed the host stand entirely. He says he needs to speak with you immediately.""I don't have time for VIPs who think they can waltz into the back of house," Clara said, her dark eyes flashing with irritation. "Tell Simon to handle it. He’s the business manager. Schmoozing arrogant rich men is literally what he does best.""Simon isn't here, Chef. He texted an hour ago saying his vendor meeting was running late," Leo reminded her. "And this guy... he said he won't leave until he speaks to you. It’s Victor Sterling."Clara’s hand froze mid-baste. The sizzling of the butter seemed to quiet for a fraction of a second. Victor Sterling. The billionaire venture capitalist. The man who owned half the skyline. And, more importantly, the man who was married to her stepsister, Elise. Clara and Victor rarely occupied the same orbit. When they did cross paths at obligatory family holidays, he was always a shadow of a man—stoic, commanding, and radiating a cold, calculated energy that made Clara want to put on a sweater. He was a man who viewed the world in terms of assets and liabilities, and Clara had always suspected he viewed Elise as an expensive, loud accessory. "Take over the venison," Clara ordered, handing the basting spoon to Leo. "Don't let it go past medium-rare, or I'll have your head."
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