His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

“You’re sure?” he pressed

“One hundred percent.”

Minutes later, the same officers I’d spoken to before arrived. I told them everything. They listened, exchanged quiet words with Henry, then left

By the time Liam returned that evening, he already knew.

“Dad updated me.” he said. “An investigation’s underway. Give it a few days. This will be over.”

I went to bed carrying a fragile hope. Soon, I might finally be out of danger.

The days dragged on, phone calls circling with no answers. The tension in the house was so thick it felt like breathing smoke.

Then, one evening, Laura pushed back her chair and slapped her palms on the table. “Enough of this gloom. We’re having a game night.”

And so we did. Me, Laura, Sophia, and Jay, who had dropped by. Henry and Liam weren’t home, still consumed with their endless updates and investigations.

The rest of us gathered for charades, and before long the room was alive with laughter. My sides hurt from watching Laura’s dreadful acting while Sophia mocked her every move.

Then the front door opened. Liam and Henry walked in together.

“Good news,” Liam announced, his eyes finding mine. “Cassie’s killer has been arrested.”

The laughter died. Silence filled the room.

“Who?” I whispered.

And the story began.

It was Nara, Richard’s wife.

Back in college, Richard had always liked Cassie. But Cassie had been with Liam. Later, Richard

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married Nara, the same girl who once tried to win Liam back, even after he’d chosen Cassic.

Liam once had a brief fling with Nara, but when he walked away, she never truly let go, and Cassie never forgot it.

Years later. Cassie rekindled her affair with Richard. He was married, but still held feelings for her To spite Nara, Cassic led the fire. When she got pregnant, she told Richard the babies were his. She bled him for money, manipulated him with lies,

When Nara learned the truth about her husband, Cassie, and the pregnancy, panic consumed her. With no children of her own with Richard, she felt Cassie threatened the fragile ground she stood on. In desperation, she paid to have Cassie poisoned.

The man I’d seen, David, wasn’t just anyone. He was Richard’s right hand. He fed Cassie information about Nara, and Cassie used it to dig deeper into their lives. He was also the one who had sent me those threatening messages.

Cassie, as always, played her twisted game- telling Richard he was the father, telling David the same, even throwing Liam into her lies.

When Liam finished, silence followed.

Then Sophia broke it, blunt as ever. “Cassie was a bitch.”

“Language,” Laura hissed, swatting her hand.

“Sorry, Mum,” Sophia said, unrepentant. “But it’s true. That girl was evil.”

Jay frowned. “So… who really was the father?”

Liam’s eyes met mine. We didn’t need words. We both knew, some secrets were better left buried.

“No one knows,” Liam said flatly. “And now, no one ever will.”

Laura exhaled heavily, reaching for my hand. “All that matters is it’s over. You’re safe. Finally.”

I managed a weak smile. “So… no more bodyguard?”

That cracked the tension. Laughter broke out, shaking the heaviness away.

Henry, even smiling faintly, pointed a finger at me. “Yes. Marco can go. But if you ever get yourself tangled in trouble again, he’s coming back.”

I groaned. Sophia cackled beside me.

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That night, Liam wrapped me tightly in his arms. “It’s over now, Em,” he whispered. “We’re going

home tomorrow

Morning came too quickly, and our goodbyes felt heavier than I expected, like leaving family behind. Laura clung to me, her embrace full of warmth and protest.

“Who’s going to teach me to cook now?” she lamented, her voice breaking just enough to make me laugh through the lump in my throat.

Henry wasn’t one for dramatics, but when he pulled me into his arms, the weight of his presence spoke volumes. He leaned close, his voice low and wry against my ear. “At last… my stomach can rest.”

That did it. I laughed, even as my eyes blurred with tears, and when he pulled back, I saw the rare softness flicker across his face before it was gone again.

We left. But the car didn’t take the usual route back.

“Where are we going?” I asked, puzzled.

Liam’s only answer was a secretive smile.

The tall black gates loomed ahead, it opened as the car approached. My breath hitched when the house came into view.

“Liam,” I whispered. “What are we doing here?”

“This is our home now, Em. No shadows. No Cassie. Just you and me. And every memory we make here belongs only to us.”

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