Alle Kapitel von Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Kapitel 591 – Kapitel 600

Gwen's POV I was alone at the back of the porch, sitting on one of the worn wooden benches beneath the shade of an old climbing vine. I held a mug of coffee between my hands, watching the steam rise in lazy spirals into the cool morning air. I had woken up early, unable to sleep properly after everything that had happened the night before. The party. Renee. The way Nick had completely shut down. I heard footsteps behind me and didn't need to turn around to know who it was. I recognized the sound of his walk now. Nick sat down beside me without a word, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. I looked at him. He looked exhausted. Dark circles shadowed his green eyes. His hair was messy. His jaw was still tight. Without thinking, I held out my mug. "You look like you need this more than I do," I said softly. He glanced at the cup, then at me. Then he took it and drank deeply. "Thank you," he murmured. We sat in silence for a moment. Just the soun

Gwen's POV Mia and Dante left my office about twenty minutes later, carrying the empty Thai takeout containers and leaving behind the heavy silence that always followed difficult conversations. I stayed at my desk for a long moment, staring at my phone. I knew what I had to do. I had put it off long enough. I took a deep breath and dialed. Christian answered on the second ring. "What's wrong?" was the first thing he said, his voice already filled with that immediate concern he always had whenever I called during work hours. I couldn't help the laugh that slipped out. "Oh my God, Christian," I said, leaning back in my chair. "You need to relax. Every time I call Zoey, she's by a pool or at a spa. You should join her sometime. Get a massage. Drink some wine. I don't know. Live a little." There was a pause on the other end. Then he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "As much as I appreciate the unsolicited relationship advice," he said in that dry tone h

Gwen's POV I had left Florentia before dawn, driving along the familiar road as the sun slowly rose over the Castorian hills. Nick knew I was coming for the weekend. After all, the influencers Zoey had booked were arriving on Saturday, and we needed to make sure everything was perfect. But I hadn't told him I'd be coming on Friday. I hadn't told him I was coming a day early. I went straight to the local branch of Castoria Capital Bank, the bank that held Nick's debt. I had chosen to handle it in person instead of trying to manage it from Florentia. Less bureaucracy. More control. The bank was small but elegant, with the atmosphere of an old institution trying to look modern. Marble floors. Dark wood counters. Employees in impeccable suits assisting the few morning clients. I walked directly to the front desk. "Good morning," I said to the man behind the counter, a man in his fifties with thin-framed glasses. "I need to speak to someone about paying off a debt." "Of course,

Gwen's POV Renee stared at me for a long moment, her eyes sweeping over my face as if she were completely reassessing who I was. "If you care so much about fashion history," she said, her voice overly sweet and laced with poison, "you should study it better before going around making ridiculous accusations. It's embarrassing, really." Then she leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "Is that why you're with Nick?" she asked, a cruel smile on her lips. "So he can fund your lifestyle? Your expensive bags? Your refined taste for things you clearly can't afford on a consultant's salary?" Nick and I exchanged a quick look. And suddenly, everything made sense. Renee didn't know. She didn't know about Nick's real financial situation. About the debt. About the risk of losing everything. About how he barely managed to keep up with the bills. But why not? Hadn't she left right when things started getting bad? Maybe she thought he'd managed to rebui

Gwen's POV Darius and Laura arrived right on time at ten Saturday morning, driving an immaculate white SUV. They were exactly what I expected from successful travel influencers. He was tall and tan, with deliberately messy-perfect hair and a toothpaste-commercial smile. She was naturally beautiful but clearly well maintained, blonde hair in loose waves, light makeup that probably took an hour to look that "effortlessly natural." "Gwen!" Laura said the moment she got out of the car, hugging me like we were old friends. "Finally! Zoey talked so much about you and this place. I'm so excited!" "It's a pleasure to have you," I replied with my best professional smile. "Welcome to Valemont Estate." Darius followed right behind her, just as warm, already pulling out his phone to start filming. "Man, this place is incredible," he said, scanning the property. "The photos on Instagram don't do it justice. The light here is perfect." Nick appeared to help with their luggage, and I