Todos los capítulos de Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Capítulo 401 - Capítulo 410

Marcus' POV Christian's office in the mansion had turned into our improvised command center. He was bent over his mahogany desk, surrounded by papers, speaking on the phone in a low but urgent voice. I paced back and forth near the windows, knowing that even though the cars had left the property, they couldn't have gone far. "The lawyers are reviewing all the documentation," Christian said after hanging up. "But formally contesting the medical reports is going to take time." "Time we don't have," I replied, turning to face him. "Every minute we stand around doing nothing is another minute they use to strengthen their case." Christian sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "So what do you suggest?" "A helicopter," I said immediately. "We leave the property by air, fly straight to the airport. From there we take the jet and disappear before they have time to react." Christian studied me for a long moment, as if weighing whether the idea was even possible. Then he slowly

Madeline's POV The car glided through the streets of Belmonte in a tense silence that pressed against my chest like an invisible hand. I stared out the window, watching the city pass by like a movie where I was nothing more than a spectator. Olivia sat beside me, her fists clenched tightly in her lap, clearly making a heroic effort to keep herself under control. I could feel the anger radiating off her like heat. In the passenger seat, my mother obsessively checked her purse, pulling out the same documents and putting them back again and again, while my father drove with his jaw locked, refusing to look at me in the rearview mirror. "Where are we going?" I asked, finally breaking the suffocating silence. My mother didn't even turn to look at me. "To a place where you can receive proper treatment," she replied, her voice trying to sound maternal but carrying a coldness that made my skin prickle. "What treatment?" I pressed, panic climbing up my throat. "I don't need any trea

Marcus' POV It had been three days since I'd watched Madeline be taken away by her own parents, and every passing hour felt like an eternity. The mental health institute where she was being held was a discreet, well-maintained building. Nothing about it suggested the kind of place where someone could be kept against their will with forged documents. But I was learning that appearances meant nothing when Dominic Blackwood was involved. Olivia sat beside me in the waiting room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Tension showed in every line of her body. She hadn't stopped blaming herself since we left the Kensington mansion, insisting she should have done more to prevent Madeline from being taken. "Any news from the investigators?" she asked quietly, as if afraid someone might overhear. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other since she left the mansion, even though we'd agreed to come together today to try to visit Madeline. "We're all over Dominic," I replied, keeping my voi

Madeline's POV I spat the pills into the toilet and flushed quickly, watching them disappear in the swirl of water. It was the third time today I'd managed to do it without getting caught. I was getting smarter. Learning to hide the pills under my tongue, pretend to swallow, then get rid of them when no one was looking. Enduring Vivian's and Dominic's constant visits had been exhausting. They pressured me nonstop, twisting every conversation, manipulating every word until I started questioning my own sanity. There were moments when I almost believed them. Maybe I really was losing it. Maybe the medication was helping. Maybe I should stop fighting and just accept the version of reality they kept forcing down my throat. But then I remembered Marcus's words. The promise we'd made to each other. He said he would fight for me, and I promised I would fight too. That's when I started pretending to take the pills, hiding them in my mouth so I could spit them out later when I was alone.

Madeline's POV The harsh white hospital lights made me blink over and over, struggling to adjust my vision to the sterile, cold environment. I was lying in a bed, wrapped in rough sheets that smelled of disinfectant, still feeling the lingering effects of the sedatives they'd given me at the clinic. My mind was foggy, but at least the blind panic I'd felt when I woke up bleeding had eased. A female doctor entered the room with a professional yet gentle expression. She carried a clipboard and approached my bed with measured steps. "How are you feeling?" she asked, scanning her notes before finally looking at me. "Confused," I answered honestly, my voice still hoarse from all the screaming. "The baby… is everything okay?" She smiled reassuringly. "Yes, everything is fine. The bleeding you experienced isn't uncommon in the first trimester. We ran all the necessary tests, and the fetus is developing normally. The heartbeat is strong and steady." Relief hit me so hard that tea