The Betrayed Heiress's Reckoning

ady lost. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights of the culinary institute' s

efore the Golden Ladle

ula, a secret I' d perfected since I was a kid in my family's New Orleans bistro. Hours later, I was a

watched. My father, Mr. Dubois, the man whose legacy I was supposed to save, disowned me. T

a drum of pure, cold rage. The formula w

. It was a text

rests on your shoulders.

ical. But this time, I knew they were a lie. Prid

ar chains of my formula gleaming on the scree

sn't going to die.

ile. Every last byte o

ic. The game had just begun,