All Chapters of Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Verdania Wine Expo was in full swing, a breathtaking spectacle of energy and elegance. The exhibition pavilion buzzed with hundreds of visitors, dozens of wineries showcasing their best vintages, and the constant hum of business deals, tastings, and networking filling every corner. Christian and I were doing our best to keep everything running smoothly. After the first reviews of our Vintara line hit the wine journals with glowing praise, investor interest had exploded. Our booth was surrounded nonstop by curious visitors, distributors, and potential partners eager to learn more about our organic processes, our sustainable philosophy, and, of course, opportunities for collaboration. "Zoey, we've got three more investor groups asking for meetings today," said Lisa, my assistant, walking up with her tablet full of notes. "The Lusarian group, the Eisenwaldians importers, and a distribution network from Rionorte." "Can we fit them all in?" I asked, checking my own schedule while watc

Christian's POV The world stopped the moment I saw Zoey fall down the marble stairs. My brain couldn't keep up with what my eyes were seeing. My pregnant wife was tumbling down, her body hitting the steps at brutal angles. The sickening thud of every impact echoed through the exhibition hall. "Zoey!!!" I screamed, dropping everything in my hands and sprinting toward the staircase. The entire pavilion froze. Hundreds of people stood in shock, but all I could see was my whole world lying at the bottom of those stairs, motionless, and surrounded by a growing pool of blood. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands trembling uncontrollably as I touched her pale face. "Zoey, baby, talk to me!" My voice cracked, desperate, shaking. "Stay with me, love. Please, stay with me!" Her eyes fluttered weakly, struggling to focus on me. And then, barely a whisper, her voice broke the air. "He's not moving… Matt's not moving." And her eyes closed. "NO!" I shouted, pressing my fing

Christian's POV Dr. Porter walked into the waiting room wearing that expression I'd come to fear—serious, controlled, but not completely devastating. Everyone stood at once, hearts pounding, waiting for words that could either shatter or rebuild our world. "The Kensington family," he began, his tone professional yet kind. "How is she?" I asked before he could go on, my voice breaking with desperation. "And our son?" He drew in a steady breath, choosing his words with care. "Her condition was critical when she arrived. The fall was severe, and she hit her head while trying to protect herself. She was already unconscious before reaching the hospital. The baby was also at risk." The room went completely still. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, see the fear and devastation spreading across every face around me. "Given her neurological instability, we had to act quickly," he continued. "We decided to induce a coma to control any risk of brain swelling. In the

Christian's POV I dropped everything and ran for the car like my life depended on it. The late-afternoon traffic felt like some cruel test of endurance. Every red light dragged on forever. Every slow driver felt like a wall between me and Zoey. My pulse hammered in my neck, in my temples, and in my hands gripping the steering wheel. When I finally burst through the hospital doors, Dr. Porter was already waiting for me in the lobby, his expression cautiously hopeful. "How is she?" I asked before he could even greet me, still breathless from the run. "Come with me," he said, guiding me down the corridor toward the ICU. "Zoey's been showing significant changes in her brain activity over the last few hours. Her scans indicate increased wave patterns—signs her brain is preparing to wake up." I stopped walking for a second, trying to process his words. "She's going to wake up?" "We've started reducing the sedation gradually," he explained as we walked. "It's a process that can

Christian's POV Our conversation was cut short when the door burst open and Zoey's entire family flooded into the room in a whirlwind of emotion. Robert and Regina came first, followed by Annie, Matthew, and Joseph, all of them talking at once, tears streaming, smiles trembling. Dr. Porter had made a rare exception, allowing everyone in together for a few minutes. "Fifteen minutes only," he'd warned. "She still needs plenty of rest, but I understand this moment is part of her healing." "My baby!" Regina cried, rushing to Zoey's side and wrapping her carefully in a trembling embrace, as if she were made of glass. "Thank God you're awake! We haven't slept in days." "Mom," Zoey whispered, her voice raw with emotion as she melted into her mother's arms. Robert moved to the other side of the bed, his large, calloused hands shaking as he gently brushed his daughter's cheek. "My princess," he said, his voice breaking. "You scared us half to death. I thought I was going to lose my