Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

"Mine for you is this one, a delightful dish where creamy shrimp mousse was stuffed into clams,symbolizing wealth and prosperity for the coming year."

Applause filled the room once again.

David was busy capturing every dish and well-wish on video, quickly uploading the montage to Facebook.

Friends flicked through their feeds and stumbled upon David's post, mistaking his terms of endearment for Serena. Their messages pinged with praise, envying her for being the apple of everyone's eye.

Whether it was Hunter, a titan in the business world, or David, a pop icon with hundreds of millions of followers, everyone, elder or peer, happily hustled into the kitchen to cook for this young lady.

The level of adoration she received was beyond belief.

Serena watched from the garden as the sun dipped below the horizon, until the sky was draped in darkness.

"Serena, it's getting chilly out here. Shall I wheel you inside?" Dora asked, bending down.

Serena nodded, pulling out her phone to check if Martin had messaged about dinner. She noticed her phone was on silent, flooded with unread messages topping 99+.

"Serena, you're so lucky to have such a caring family."

"I can tell they all adore you. Your New Year's celebration is pretty enviable."

"A celebrity brother cooking for you. If it were me, I'd be moved to tears."

"Serena, how do you do it? A wealthy family like yours, so warm and loving behind closed doors. I'm so jealous."

"Serena, I adore your family. The elders have no airs; they respect the kids and prepare surprises, something my family lacks!"

Confused by the barrage of messages, Serena had a hunch one of her brothers had posted on Facebook again.

Before she could check, more messages flooded in.

"In my house, the cooking's left to the housekeeper. Never seen such a wealthy family cook themselves, each preparing a dish just to make you happy."

"The food your family makes is creative, beautiful, and so meaningful."

"Hearing their New Year's wishes for you, honestly, it's brought me to tears."

"Why haven't you posted on Facebook today? You must be basking in happiness, too busy to go online. I'm so envious."

Serena couldn't read all the messages. She opened Facebook and saw David's recent video five minutes ago, and a selfie from an hour ago.

After watching everything, she was too shock to utter a word, tears welling up instinctively.

She hadn't expected everyone at home to set aside their status and cook wholeheartedly for Rosemary,each blessing delivered with a sincere smile.

Such treatment was something she never got with the Collins family.

Not just grandparents in the kitchen, but even Alma had prepared a dish for Rosemary! That damned Alma.

Just the thought of that little wretch would make Serena bristle with rage. Before, this wretch was always at odds with her, and now, no sooner had Serena left the Collins family, Alma began cozying up to Rosemary, even cooking for her.

The biggest shock was the Collins family inviting Romeo to dinner, where he cooked not one, but two dishes!

"Serena, your fiancé is so good to you. He's wealthy, handsome, and he even cooks for you."

"How did you capture his heart? Share your secrets with us! I declare that you're officially our role model now; we should all learn from you!"

"Never expected your fiancé to be skilled in the kitchen too, making such beautiful dishes."

"Serena, you truly are the happiest woman in the world!!"

Serena closed her eyes, a cocktail of anger and pain surging through her. Her body trembled involuntarily from the stress.

Since she got kicked out of her family home, it took weeks before she could handle a fork and knife with any semblance of normalcy, or sip soup from a spoon without awkwardness.

The scars on her forehead, chin, palms, backs of her hands, and knees required laser treatments. Six months of continuous sessions were needed before the prominent scars would begin to fade.

Her left leg, fractured, demanded about three months to heal properly, and her knee needed half a year before she could ditch the wheelchair. But to walk unaided again, she'd have to endure another three

months of grueling physical therapy.

In the end, she might only regain seventy to eighty percent of her mobility, a shadow of her former self.

Even if one handed her a pencil, she couldn't produce the sketches and art she used to.

Her life felt like it had plummeted into an abyss, filled with agony and torment.

Gone was the beauty she cherished, the talents diminished, her reputation tarnished, and her social standing obliterated; even her bank account had been drained dry!

All the while, Rosemary was lifted to the skies, pampered like a princess by the entire family!

How could Serena let go of such disparity? Why did her once-beloved family treat her this way? Why did fate have to be so cruel?

Was she, Serena, destined to be trampled under Rosemary's feet for all her life? Was she fated to always be less than Rosemary?

At Reflections Villa.

Rosemary eyed the grand feast spread out on the table, as each family member vied to serve her.

"Rose, try the dish I made, will you?"

"Have a taste of mine first! Does it still suit your palate?"

"How about the one I made?"

"Give my specialty a try."

"Everyone, quiet down." David couldn't help but interject, "Let Rose take her time to savor each dish, no need to rush her."

"Exactly, let Rose eat at her own pace. Don't want her choking now," Louisa agreed.

With every bite Rosemary took, all eyes were fixed on her, awaiting her verdict.

If she declared it delicious, the cook would beam with joy, urging her to have more.

"You all should eat too," Rosemary was not accustomed to being the center of such attention. To her, the true spirit of a feast was in sharing the meal together.

"We'll dig in after you've given your thoughts on everything," no one seemed in a hurry, all eager for Rosemary's reviews.

"The texture's rich, and the flavors are exquisite. This dish is both visually appealing and tasty."

"This dish is a work of art in its presentation, a harmony of color, aroma, and taste. Delicious."

"Dad's dish has an exceptional balance of texture and flavor."

Rosemary lightly touched upon each dish, leaving everyone with satisfied smiles.

"And you haven't tasted Romeo's two creations yet," Grandma spun the lazy Susan, bringing Romeo's dishes in front of Rosemary.

As Rosemary sampled the first dish, her nose tingled with emotion.

Seeing her silent for an extended period, the others sensed something amiss. They exchanged glances, confusion written on their faces, unsure of what had just unfolded.