# Chapter 681: The Aroma of Revenge
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 681 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." In this chapter, we witness a masterful display of psychological warfare disguised as a dinner party, where Keira uses her culinary genius to remind her unwanted guests exactly where they stand. Let's dive into the delicious drama!
As Oliver sat there, his mind swirling with schemes, Keira suddenly broke the silence with a sweet, sharp-edged smile. "Sorry, but the meal tonight was prepared based on the number of people. Grandma's dining is served individually, so we can't have you just watching while we eat."
Any person with an ounce of self-respect would have taken the hint and slipped away. But Marisa and Selena? They just smiled, clinging to their seats like barnacles on a sinking ship.
Marisa said, with practiced grace, "It's no trouble. It's an honor to be able to serve Grandma."
Keira's grin widened like a cat eyeing a mouse. "I'm just worried that if we eat while you watch, it might be hard for you."
Marisa's eyes flickered with a flash of wounded pride. Had Keira truly forgotten her humble background? Or was she deliberately poking at old wounds? As Oliver's mistress, Marisa had dined at the finest tables! Watching others eat? That was beneath her dignity. But she wasn't even hungry, so what was the harm?
"No, it won't be a problem," Marisa insisted, her voice steady.
"Really?" Keira laughed, a musical sound that held hidden thorns. "The food here is quite delicious. I'm just concerned that you might be tempted."
Selena scoffed loudly. "Aunt Keira, you're underestimating us!"
"In that case, I'll go get the food ready."
With those words lingering like a promise, Keira turned and headed straight for the kitchen.
Lewis, who had been watching the whole exchange, raised an eyebrow. His sister was playing a dangerous game, and he was here for every second of it.
Old Mrs. Horton's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She remembered her stay at Keira's place, the meals that had made her heart sing. What masterpiece would her granddaughter-in-law create tonight?
Both old Mrs. Horton and Lewis fixed their gazes on the kitchen door, their eagerness palpable. Oliver and Marisa exchanged nervous glances.
Oliver leaned close to Marisa, his voice a harsh whisper. "Make sure you don't embarrass us by acting like you've never seen fine dining before. Got it?"
Marisa whispered back, her tone dismissive, "Don't worry, Oliver. You've treated me to so many fine dishes; I'm sure a meal prepared by a young girl won't make me jealous. It's not like it's something extravagant!"
Selena laughed, her voice dripping with false confidence. "I don't get what she's up to, but we're staying here today and coming back tomorrow. Don't worry, Dad. With Mom and me around, we'll make sure to build a good relationship with Grandma!"
Oliver smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "Good girl! You're so much better than that troublemaker. He's nothing but a headache and can't do anything right!"
Selena's gaze dropped, her voice soft. "Dad, don't be upset. Jake's just going through a phase..."
The three of them chattered away, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Keira stepped into the kitchen and was immediately greeted by Fiona, who handed her an apron. "Ma'am, I've already prepared the ingredients you mentioned before you left."
"Great."
Keira tied on the apron and walked to the counter. She opened the simmering pot, and the moment the lid lifted, a rich, intoxicating aroma wafted through the air like a siren's call.
Keira's lips curved into a sly smile. "Fiona, get four plates ready. We're serving something special tonight!"
Fiona's eyes lit up as she prepared the plates. She had known the moment Keira mentioned "individual servings" that this was a deliberate move—a way to let them watch without letting them taste. And Fiona had tasted Keira's cooking before. It was legendary, the kind of food that made you feel like you were tasting art. The thought of the others only smelling it while they ate... delicious!
As Fiona worked, Keira moved with practiced grace. She heated the oil, tossed in the prepped ingredients, and began to cook. Every movement was fluid, precise, beautiful. Fiona watched in admiration, reminded of an old anime from her childhood, "Chaka Ichiban." Every time she tasted Keira's cooking, it felt like those dramatic flavor explosions on screen. It wasn't just food—it was art.
In no time, Keira finished four dishes and a soup. She divided everything into four equal portions, keeping one for Fiona and handing her the other three.
"Sure thing!"
Keira removed her apron and walked back to the dining room.
Old Mrs. Horton's eyes lit up the moment she saw her. "Is the food ready?"
"Please have a seat," Keira said, her voice calm and inviting.
Old Mrs. Horton turned to Oliver and the other two, a warning in her tone. "If you want to leave now, you still can... It'll be much harder to get away later!"
The three were puzzled by her words. Oliver even scoffed, dismissing her as a senile old woman.
Marisa moved closer to old Mrs. Horton, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Grandma, it's my duty to serve you dinner."
At that moment, Fiona and a few servants entered, carrying three portions of food. They placed the dishes in front of Keira, Lewis, and old Mrs. Horton, then announced, "The food is served. Enjoy your meal."
Oliver scoffed again. How could some food possibly tempt him? He had eaten at the finest restaurants in the world!
But then the lids were lifted.
And the aroma hit them.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a satisfying chapter! The tension is absolutely delicious—pun absolutely intended. Keira's subtle revenge game is pure genius. I love how she doesn't even have to raise her voice or throw a tantrum; she just lets her cooking do the talking. The way she made sure they would only watch and not eat is brilliant psychological warfare. And that cliffhanger ending with the aroma? I could almost smell it myself! The writing perfectly captures the anticipation, the smugness of Oliver's family, and the coming storm. This chapter gets me excited for what's next!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I predict that in the next chapter, the aroma will prove so irresistible that Oliver, Marisa, and Selena will lose all pretense of dignity. They'll be drooling, begging for a taste, and Keira will just sit there, taking slow, deliberate bites, savoring every moment. This could lead to a major confrontation or even a public humiliation that finally forces Oliver to see the truth about who really holds power in this house. Watch out—the food isn't just delicious; it's a weapon!
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