All Chapters of Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

Madeline's POV "NO!" The scream tore out of me before I could even fully understand what had just happened. I saw Marcus stumble. Saw the shock and pain flash across his face. Saw him instinctively clutch at his body. "No, no, no!" I ran to him, my knees slamming into the concrete floor at the exact moment he collapsed. I caught him before his head hit the ground, pulling him into my arms, cradling him against me. "Marcus, no, please, no," I sobbed, my voice completely breaking. "Stay with me, love. Please. Stay with me." His blue eyes found mine. Those same blue eyes Aurora had inherited from him. But they were dull now, clouded with pain, and the sight of it shattered me. He tried to speak, his mouth opening, but only a strangled sound came out. He tried again, forcing the words out with visible effort. "Save…" he whispered, so softly I almost didn't hear it. "Save… our daughter…" "No!" I screamed, clutching him tighter. "Don't leave me! Marcus, don't leave me! I ne

Christian's POV I hung up the phone and set it down on the table harder than I meant to. I dragged a hand over my face, feeling the exhaustion of the past few hours sitting heavy in every muscle. We were in our apartment in Belmonte. We'd come as soon as we heard about Aurora's birth, wanting to be close to Marcus and Madeline. Now, staring out at the city lights through the window, I regretted not insisting we stay at the hospital with them. Zoey was at my side immediately, her presence grounding even in the middle of all this chaos. "So?" she asked, her voice low but tight with anticipation. "Did you get anything?" I looked at her—my wife, the mother of my son, the person who always kept me anchored when everything threatened to fall apart. "The Valentian police are on it," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady and professional, even with the knot of worry twisting in my gut. "Interpol too. Aurora is an Valentian citizen, so the consulate is pushing hard. And best of al

Madeline's POV 'Madeline Sullivan, do you, of your own free will, accept Dominic Blackwood as your lawful husband?' The question echoed inside my head. 'Of your own free will.' What a cruel joke. But this time, there was no choice. This time, there was no escape. No motorcycle waiting around the corner with a stranger in a leather jacket ready to take me away. No Marcus to save me. No one but me. This time, there was only one answer I could give. But before that… before that, I needed to know. I needed to be sure. "My daughter," I said, my voice coming out steadier than I expected. "I want to see my daughter first." Dominic frowned, his expression shifting from expectation to irritation. "We're in the middle of a ceremony, darling," he said, warning threaded through his tone. "My daughter first," I repeated, harder now. I looked straight into his eyes and didn't back down. "I need to know she's alive. That she's okay. Or this doesn't happen." I saw anger flash acros

Christian's POV The paramedics worked on Marcus with clinical efficiency—fast, precise, practiced. I sat beside him in the ambulance, watching every movement, every vital check, every adjustment to the equipment connected to my cousin. He was pale. Too pale. And far too still for someone who usually couldn't stay quiet for more than five minutes. They'd stabilized him on-site before loading him onto the stretcher. Stopped the bleeding. Pumped fluids. Done all those things medical professionals do when someone's been shot. But I wasn't a doctor. All I could see was my cousin—pale, unconscious, blood still staining his torn shirt. The ambulance sped through the night, the siren wailing. Every bump in the road made my stomach tighten as I imagined the pain Marcus would be in if he were awake. And then, halfway to the hospital, his eyes opened. Slowly. With visible effort. He blinked several times, trying to focus. "Marcus," I said immediately, leaning closer. "Hey. I'm here.

Vivian's POV "Revenge?" Madeline asked, her voice still trembling. "What revenge?" I nodded toward Dominic's body like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I watched Madeline look at him again. She visibly shuddered at the sight of his body sprawled there, blood still pooling on the garden floor he'd so carefully decorated. And yet, even with all that revulsion written across her face, she couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Why revenge?" she corrected, looking back at me. Something tightened in my chest. I had never told this story to anyone. Not like this. Not fully. But Madeline wasn't a stranger anymore, was she? Not after everything. Not after everything she'd gone through because of me. Not after she'd watched me kill Dominic right in front of her. She deserved to know. She deserved to understand. Even if she never forgave me. Even if she couldn't forgive me. "It was seven years ago," I began, and my voice came out different. Weaker. Younger