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Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 947    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

nt, "The critic' s Table," a place I was set to inherit. Chloe was a food blogger, sharp and ambitious, and she saw something in me. Liam was with her that night

image. I was the artist; she was the one who sold the art. It seemed perfect. My father, a legendary critic whose palate was as famous as it was feared, was ske

from the illness that was slowly stealing his strength. "She wants to t

isten. I w

renovation and a partnership deal that would give her a

my chef' s coat. "Think of it. We' ll be an empire. You' ll be f

ompromising the foundation my father had built, all for a promise whispered in the dark. Her promises were a currency I accepted without checking the exchange rate.

eard voices from the dry storage room. Chloe' s voice, low and intimate, then Liam' s. I walked closer, my shoes silent on the tiled floor. The door was cr

ness meeting. It

of light from the doorway. My mind just stopped working. All the littl

d the d

their faces a mask

tammered, pulling

o a metal shelving unit. Sacks of flour and sugar burst open, sending a white cloud into the air. He shoved me back, and I st

! You' re crazy!

old ledgers, heard the commotion. He walked

here?" he demand

g Chloe with Liam. But Chloe saw her opportunity. Her eyes darted from

with fake fear. "He saw me talking to Liam and he j

chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He s

y anger vanishing, rep

ook that said, Now. Liam grabbed a fallen kitchen torch, the kind used for crème

my father. She didn't call for help. She grab

staff who were now running in. "Etha

licked at the walls, consuming my life, my dreams, my love. Everything turned to ash. My father' s hand went limp in mine. His labored breathing stopped. The wo

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Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark
“My life as a celebrated chef was perfectly seasoned: a Michelin-starred restaurant, a demanding but respected father, and a beautiful fiancée, Chloe, who promised an empire. Then, one catastrophic night, I found Chloe, my love, in a passionate embrace with Liam, my supposed business partner, amidst the dry storage of my father' s restaurant. Rage, blinding and raw, consumed me. A fight erupted, sacks of flour burst, and cooking oil slicked the floor, transforming our kitchen into a powder keg. My ailing father, drawn by the chaos, collapsed, his eyes filled with disappointment, not at the scene, but at me. Chloe seized the moment, twisting the narrative: "He' s lost it, Dad! He' s going to destroy everything!" Liam, at Chloe's silent command, ignited a kitchen torch and tossed it into the spilled oil and flour. The world exploded in flames as Chloe dragged Liam away, screaming, "Ethan did this! He tried to kill us all!" I was left trapped in a roaring inferno with my dying father, his last breath a whisper against my hand. At the hospital, framed as the jealous arsonist, I learned my father died of a heart attack, not the fire. Chloe, pristine and emotionless, pressured me to donate skin grafts to Liam, the man who set the fire, repeatedly. I overheard her cold calculations: my "tragedy" was a marketing opportunity, and my subsequent injuries meant "no messy heirs to complicate the inheritance." They wanted everything, including my very essence, leaving me an empty shell. Liam, with a cruel smirk, taunted me, "Chloe' s with a real man now. Someone who can give her what she wants." I finally saw it all: a calculated, systematic destruction, orchestrated by the woman I loved. The pain, once crippling, ignited a new purpose; this was not the end, but the beginning of a war.”
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