The Billionaire's Chef Poisoned My Parents—Now It's His Turn

My billionaire husband has anorexia, and the only food he can stomach is whatever his precious little chef, Dahlia Powell, makes for him.

I fought. I screamed. In the end, I swallowed my pride for my daughter's sake.

On the surface, Dahlia played the innocent lamb, all smiles and deference. But the moment my back was turned, she prepared a feast for me and my parents—a last supper, as it turned out.

I ate sparingly and barely survived. My parents died in agony.

Afterward, Dahlia gasped and clutched her chest. "Oh no! I must have confused the fo-ti root with pepper—they look so similar!