The kitchen was scorching. The clanging of pans, the hiss of boiling pots, and the heavy scent of oil filled the air, but all of it faded into the background the moment Evelyn stepped into the room. She was eight months pregnant, her black apron stretched tight over her round belly, sweat collecting at her hairline, and her swollen feet crammed into worn-out sneakers.
She had no choice. Rent was due in a week, her baby had no crib, and the father was long gone—vanished when he found out she refused to terminate the pregnancy.
The chef glanced at her nervously.
“You sure you can handle it here? You know who’s coming tonight.”
Evelyn nodded. “Mr. Bellamy. I’ve heard.” Everyone had heard. Thomas Bellamy, the silver-haired hotel owner and self-declared billionaire, was known for….Read Full Story Here……………………….
