บททั้งหมดของ Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the soft, warm light of the hospital room. My body still felt heavy and drained, but the sharp pain was gone. Annie sat beside me in a chair, holding a tablet that showed Christian's face—tight with worry, his eyes full of tension. "I'm boarding the jet to Solara right now," he said, his voice urgent even through the small screen. "The plane's already on the runway. I'll be there in a few hours." "Love, you don't have to," I said, my voice still a little hoarse but calm enough to sound reassuring. "The baby and I are fine now. It was just a terrible scare, but it's over." Instinctively, I placed a protective hand over my belly, feeling an overwhelming rush of relief knowing my baby was safe. Before Christian could respond, the door opened gently and a middle-aged woman stepped inside, dressed in a crisp white lab coat. She stopped for a moment when she noticed the tablet in Annie's hands, clearly surprised by the unconventional setup. "Yo

I was curled up on the couch in the media room, a giant bowl of popcorn on her lap, watching Edward's TV interview for the third time. Christian sat beside me, his own bowl in hand, and the two of us watched it like it was the best movie of the year. "Look at his face when the reporter asks about the organic certification," Christian said, pointing at the screen, barely holding back laughter. On the TV, Edward looked visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding the camera. "'Sunvale acknowledges there were... irregularities in our certification process,'" I mimicked his voice, making Christian burst out laughing. "The best part is when he admits Kensington was the pioneer in sustainable organic winemaking," Christian said, tossing a popcorn kernel into his mouth. "You should've seen his marketing team's faces when they watched it live." It was impossible not to feel satisfied. After months of sabotage, humiliation, and threats, we finally had their first real

The St. Lucas Hospital at noon was bustling, but the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. After a private jet flight through the night, we were all gathered in the VIP waiting room of the cardiac surgery wing—Christian, Marcus, Isabelle, Lawrence, and me. The room was small and private, yet it carried that same heavy, anxious energy every hospital seems to have. The trip had been silent and tense. Joseph had insisted on traveling with us, refusing every suggestion that he should go in an ICU ambulance. "I'm walking into that hospital on my own two feet," he'd said with that stubborn determination everyone knew so well. And that's exactly what he did—he stepped off the jet with steady strides, greeted the medical team politely, and walked toward the hospital as if it were just another meeting on his schedule. It had been exactly one hour and forty-five minutes since Joseph went into surgery. I knew the time because Christian checked his watch every three minutes, as if obses

When Christian came back into the waiting room, I noticed right away that something had changed in his expression. He looked tense, yes—but also focused, as if he'd just heard something serious that left him both worried and resolute. "Everything okay?" I asked as soon as he sat down beside me, searching his blue eyes for any hint of what might be wrong. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand instinctively finding its way to my belly. That protective gesture had become second nature to him. "Everything's fine," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Marcus just got more concrete proof about Elise and Francesca. Nothing new, just confirmation of what we already knew. It'll all be resolved soon." Relief washed through me in a warm wave. I'd been doing everything I could in recent weeks to stay calm, to avoid stress, to protect our baby—and at times it felt like walking on eggshells, trying to balance my own worry with the need to stay grounded. "I can't w

The day of the Vintara launch had finally arrived, and I woke up with a rush of nerves and excitement coursing through my veins. After months of meticulous planning, attempted sabotage, a high-risk pregnancy, and the family patriarch's heart surgery, it was finally time to show the world what Kensington was truly capable of. The event was divided into two main parts. Today, Saturday, would be the exclusive gathering for family, close friends, the press, and a handpicked selection of influencers. Everything would take place right here on the Kensington estate, in the vineyards of the Highridge Valley—the land I'd come to love so deeply. Tomorrow, Sunday, we'd head to Verdania Wine Expo, the biggest wine fair in the South of Verdania, where dozens of wineries would showcase their products to the public. That would be our official introduction to the broader market. Even seven months pregnant and moving slower than usual, I'd been on my feet since six in the morning, checking every