Todos los capítulos de Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

The afternoon sun streamed softly through the living room window as I adjusted the bouquet Isabelle had brought earlier that morning—a sweet attempt to make the house feel even cozier for Matt. Annie was sprawled across the couch beside me, flipping idly through a Euradian fashion magazine she'd bought for "inspiration for her new life," as she called it. "I still can't believe how fast justice works when you've got money and influence," I said, arranging the last few petals in the vase. "In just a few weeks, everything's practically wrapped up." "Money moves mountains, sis," Annie replied without looking up, her tone laced with that dry sarcasm I knew so well. "And when you've got high-priced lawyers, powerful contacts, and undeniable evidence, the justice system suddenly runs like a well-oiled machine." She wasn't wrong. Francesca had managed to get house arrest for "cooperating extensively" with the investigation, her ankle monitor now a permanent accessory. Elise and Lawrence

Annabelle's POV "Ladies and gentlemen, due to weather conditions, we have not received clearance to land and will be diverting to another airport. Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened, as we will be crossing an area of severe turbulence. Thank you for flying with us." I hated flying. Always had. I had long believed that if birds were given wings and humans weren't, there was probably a reason—and that reason was we're supposed to keep our feet firmly on the ground. And please, don't start with the whole "planes are statistically the safest way to travel" thing. The last person who had tried to convince me that I was more likely to die in an elevator accident than a plane crash only succeeded in giving me elevator anxiety too. Which was extremely inconvenient when one was about to start working on the top floor of a corporate skyscraper. I shut the little airplane window, doing my best to ignore the chaos outside as I tried to focus on breathing properly. In through t

Turns out, I didn't die. "Hello? Is someone in there?" a woman's voice called from the other side of the door. It was definitely a flight attendant. "Oh, crap!" I hissed, right before Nathaniel's hand covered my mouth as he tried, and failed, not to laugh. "Please return to your seats and fasten your belts," the attendant said, her tone clipped but polite. "We're preparing for landing." "Of course, miss. We'll be right out," Nathaniel replied smoothly, buttoning up his shirt like this was just another Tuesday. "We're?" I squeaked. Was he kidding me? Couldn't he at least pretend to be alone? "You really think one of us can walk out of here without her noticing the other?" he asked, not looking the least bit concerned. "Relax." "Relax? Relax? They could deport me or… or—" "Well," he said, smirking, "that's still a lot less scary than thinking you were going to die ten minutes ago, isn't it? Honestly, Annie, are you always this dramatic?" I wasn't dramatic. I was practic

I went back to the office in a state of absolute shock. My legs felt like jelly, and my mind was completely blank, as if someone had flipped a switch and shut my brain off the moment Nathaniel Carter walked into that café. Nathaniel Carter was my boss, the COO of Kensington London. The same man I'd slept with in an airplane bathroom two months ago. "Annie?" Gwen's voice pulled me back to reality. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." A ghost would've been easier to handle. Ghosts couldn't fire you. Ghosts couldn't ruin your career. Ghosts definitely couldn't tell your brother-in-law how unprofessional you were. "I'm fine," I lied, dropping into my chair and pretending to be interested in the emails that had piled up during our coffee break. "Fine? Annie, you broke a coffee cup in the middle of a café and didn't say a single word the entire way back. That's not fine." I tried to focus on the screen, but the words blurred and danced in front of me. How was I su

Nathaniel Carter's office was exactly what I'd expect from the COO of a company like Kensington. It was elegant, imposing, and deliberately designed to intimidate. The walls were lined with dark mahogany shelves, a massive desk dominated the center of the room, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of Hyde Park. It was the kind of space that reminded you exactly who held the power. He was standing behind his desk, flipping through a stack of documents, but looked up the moment I stepped inside. For a few seconds, neither of us said a word. His green eyes swept over me quickly but there was something in the way he looked at me that brought back everything from that airplane bathroom. "Annabelle," he said at last, his tone perfectly controlled. "Please, have a seat. Coffee? Water?" "No, thank you," I replied, walking toward the chair in front of his desk. My voice sounded steadier than I felt; my heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon. "Are you sure?" One