All Chapters of Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Marcus' POV "It's a beautiful baby girl!" Dr. Carlisle announced, lifting a tiny little being still slick with vernix and blood, the umbilical cord attached. She was wriggling, her tiny fists clenched, her mouth wide open in a cry that filled the entire room. "A beautiful, healthy baby girl!" Tears burned in my eyes, blurring my vision. Aurora. My daughter. Our daughter. Real. Alive. Perfect. After so many months of waiting, worry, and fear, she was truly here.The doctor placed the baby quickly on Madeline's bare chest, and Madeline immediately brought her trembling hands to that tiny body, sobbing and laughing at the same time. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with sweat, but she had never looked more beautiful. "Hi, little one," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion as she kissed the dark-haired head. "Hi, my love. My love, my love… you're here. You're finally here." I was vaguely aware of the doctor stepping closer, offering me a pair of surgical scissors, ask

Vivian's POV I was lying on the hospital bed, flipping through TV channels without really paying attention to any of them, when the door flew open so hard it slammed against the wall. Dominic stormed in like a hurricane. I shot upright on instinct, the remote slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor as my heart started racing. I had never seen him like this—his face flushed with rage, his eyes practically sparking, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles jumping even from across the room. He was gripping a brown paper bag in one hand, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing it. "Dominic, what—?" "His daughter!" he shouted, and I instinctively took a step back. "That damn child is his daughter!" For a second, my brain refused to catch up. Then it clicked. The baby. Madeline had given birth. Dominic crossed the room in furious strides and slammed the bag down on the dresser so hard it knocked over the lamp. He turned and, with a violent swe

Madeline's POV The room was wrapped in a comfortable half-light, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. It was one of the hospital's luxury rooms—almost a suite, really, with a private bathroom, a couch, and most importantly in that moment: a double bed where Marcus and I lay side by side. My body still ached. Every muscle protested after the superhuman effort I'd gone through just hours earlier. But it was a good kind of pain. A pain that was worth it. Because now, somewhere in this hospital, in a nursery room, my daughter was sleeping. Our daughter. I still couldn't fully believe it was real. That she was here. That it had actually happened. Marcus was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, looking at me with that goofy smile that hadn't left his face since Aurora was born. His fingers played absently with a strand of my hair. "Did you see how tiny she is?" he said for what had to be the thousandth time, and I laughed softly. "Seriously, Madeline. She's beaut

Madeline's POV "Spam," I answered too quickly, slipping the phone back into the pocket of my hospital robe before Marcus could see the screen. "Just spam." But I saw the way his eyes narrowed slightly. The way his jaw tightened. Marcus knew me too well. He knew when I was lying. He didn't say anything, though. Not then. He only nodded slowly and turned his attention back to the security guard who was showing us more camera footage. The next few hours passed in a blur. Police arrived. A lot of police. They asked questions. So many questions. When was the last time we saw Aurora? Why was she in the nursery? Who knew we were at the hospital? Did we have enemies? Had anyone made threats recently? I answered everything mechanically. Yes, we had an enemy. Dominic Blackwood. No, he hadn't made any direct threats recently—but his very existence was a threat. Yes, he was capable of this. He was capable of anything. Marcus stayed by my side through the entire interrogation, holdi

Madeline's POV "Where do you think you're going?" Marcus. Of course it was Marcus. I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes for a brief second before turning fully to face him. He was standing there in a wrinkled shirt, his hair still mussed from sleep—but his eyes were wide awake. And furious. "I have to do this," I said, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. "I have to save our daughter." "What did you get on that phone?" he asked, taking a step closer. His hand was still wrapped around my arm—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep me from getting into the car. "That message you said was spam. What was it, Madeline?" There was no point in lying now. He already knew. He always had. "A message from Vivian," I admitted, lifting my chin defiantly. "She wants me to go to a specific place. Alone. And I'm going." "No," Marcus said immediately, his voice hard as steel. "No, you're not. We're turning this over to—" "To the police?" I exploded, yanking m