All Chapters of Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Madeline's POV I was absently organizing the clothes in the closet when I heard the sound of cars pulling into the mansion's main courtyard. My heart instantly leaped into my throat. Was Marcus finally back? I rushed to the window and scanned the vehicles approaching. Two black cars stopped in front of the main entrance, sleek and discreet, just like everything connected to the Kensington family. From the second car stepped out a familiar figure that made me cry out in pure relief and run like a child. "Olivia!" I bolted down the stairs, nearly tripping on the last few steps in my desperate hurry to reach her. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples, a chaotic mix of relief, anxiety, and sheer happiness at seeing a familiar face. Olivia stood in the entry hall, looking around with an expression of carefully controlled awe. I knew that look. She always wore it when she was impressed but trying not to show it. Even coming from a family with its own level of

Madeline's POV Standing at the entrance of the makeshift aisle between rows of chairs set up in the mansion's gardens, my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. My hands trembled slightly as I held the small bouquet of wildflowers Gwen had chosen. It was simple, but perfectly suited for such an intimate ceremony. Nervous didn't even begin to cover what I was feeling. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump without knowing whether there was a safety net waiting below. The place was filled with faces that probably made sense to the Kensington family given who they were, with their connections and influence. But it meant absolutely nothing to me. Elegantly dressed businessmen. Women wearing discreet but unmistakably expensive jewelry. People who had likely traveled thousands of miles to be there. It was a small crowd of strangers watching the most vulnerable moment of my life. But only one face mattered in the middle of all that. Only on

Madeline's POV Marcus found me again while I was still processing my conversation with Mia, standing at the bar with the non-alcoholic drink Zoey had ordered for me. The pink liquid sat untouched in front of me, condensation forming tiny droplets on the glass. "Escaping the party?" he asked with a smile, stepping closer and resting an elbow on the bar beside me. "Just… breathing," I replied, forcing a smile. "That's a lot of new people all at once." "Sorry about that. When the Kensington family gathers, it's always a production," he said, gesturing toward the lively party around us. "Want to dance? I promise I won't introduce you to anyone else." I took his outstretched hand, and he led me to where a few couples were dancing under warm, golden lights. The music was soft—Valentian, I thought—something I didn't recognize, but it created an intimate atmosphere despite the dozens of guests surrounding us. Marcus pulled me close, one hand settling at my waist, the other intertwi

Vivian's POV My phone screen glowed with dozens of notifications as I had breakfast in a discreet corner of a small café in downtown Belmonte. Every gossip profile, every society column, every celebrity blog was covering the same explosive story: Madeline Sullivan's whirlwind wedding to Marcus Kensington, the heir to one of the most influential and powerful families in the world. I scrolled obsessively, devouring every sordid detail, every paparazzi photo, every malicious, venomous comment. There were images of the ceremony on the family's estate in Highridge Valley. Photos of the lavish reception in the mansion's gardens. Close-ups of the simple yet elegant dress Madeline wore. She was smiling in every picture, as if she were the happiest woman alive. "Kensington…" I muttered under my breath, the name tasting like a bitter curse. How was this even possible? How had that dull, insignificant girl not only escaped the consequences of her reckless behavior, but gone on to marry on

Madeline's POV The suitcases were lined up in the mansion's main hall, arranged with Carmen's signature efficiency. She'd insisted on personally packing everything I might need for my first days in Valentia. "We can buy anything else you need there," Marcus said calmly. It was surreal to see my entire life reduced to two pieces of luggage, as if my whole past could fit into such a small space. "It's not forever," I told Olivia for what had to be the tenth time as we walked through the gardens, savoring our last few minutes together before leaving. "Just until the baby is born and we sort out all this legal mess." Olivia looked at me with that expression I'd known since childhood—the one she used when she didn't quite buy my attempts to downplay complicated situations. "Madeline, you're talking about at least seven months," she said, stopping beside the stone fountain in the center of the garden. "And that's assuming everything goes perfectly." "I know," I admitted, my che