บททั้งหมดของ Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: บทที่ 611 - บทที่ 620

Renee's POV I took Bella to a pizzeria after we left the toy store. It wasn't the fanciest place in town, but it was nice enough. Family-friendly. The kind of place where kids could eat without being expected to sit perfectly still and silent. Bella ordered a small margherita pizza and orange juice. I watched her eat slowly, using a fork and knife with that serious concentration children have when they're trying to do things properly. It wasn't perfect. A few pieces slipped. The melted cheese stretched stubbornly, but she tried. She was well-mannered. Nick had done at least that right. "So," I began casually, taking a sip of my juice, "tell me something. This Gwen who gave you the necklace. How did you meet her?" Bella looked up, a string of melted cheese still clinging to her slice. "She got sick," she said simply. "Got sick?" I repeated, frowning. "Yeah," Bella confirmed, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "She fell on the stairs at our house and hit her head really

Gwen's POV "Of course," I answered easily. He led me into the small office, that cozy space that always smelled like old wood and aged books. He closed the door behind us. "Is everything okay?" I asked, leaning back against the desk. "Did something happen?" Nick picked up a white envelope from the cluttered surface. The bank's logo was stamped in the corner. My stomach dropped. "This came on Monday," he explained, handing it to me. "I've read it a few times, but honestly, I can't fully understand all the implications." I took the envelope, pulling the letter out carefully. I unfolded it and read the first lines, even though I already knew exactly what they would say. Formal notice of credit assignment to KWJ Holdings LLC My company. My money. Staring back at me from official letterhead. "I thought maybe you," Nick continued, running a hand through his hair, "since you understand more about how companies and banks work, could explain what this means in practical term

Gwen's POV I felt everyone at the table freeze at the exact same time, like someone had hit pause on a movie. Then Nick stood up so fast he nearly knocked his chair over, the scrape of wood against stone far too loud in the sudden silence. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice sharper than I'd heard in weeks. Renee gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Bella invited me," she said sweetly, stepping closer to the table with slow, calculated movements. "Didn't you, sweetheart? You told me your grandmother was making a special dinner tonight." Bella's eyes went wide. She looked desperately at her father, then at me, and shook her head slightly. "Of course you did," Renee insisted smoothly. "You said your grandmother was making ragù, didn't you, Bella?" She was already pulling out an empty chair between Dante and Martina, sitting down as if she had been expected all along. "But lamb stew is even better than ragù," she added brightly, placing a napkin on her la

Gwen's POV "I'll say it again: who in their right mind gives real diamonds to a seven-year-old?" Mia was sitting in the armchair by the window in my room, still in her dinner dress, her heels kicked off carelessly on the floor. Zoey was lying on her stomach across the bed, propped up on her elbows, watching me with that amused but slightly concerned expression she got when she thought I was being reckless. I had just changed into sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, finally able to breathe after the suffocating tension of dinner. "In my defense," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I wasn't in my right mind when I gave her that necklace. I had amnesia." "You were missing a brain, that's what you were missing," Mia shot back mercilessly. "Seriously, Gwen. Take that necklace back before someone realizes it's real. Before Renee drags it to a jeweler and confirms you've been lying about everything." "I can't!" I protested, turning to glare at her. "Did you see how much she

Gwen's POV The knock on my bedroom door was soft, almost hesitant. "Come in," I said, setting my hairbrush down on the vanity. Christian pushed the door open slowly and leaned against the frame, looking relaxed in that way only he could manage even when he was about to say something important. "I came to say goodbye," he said. "Zoey is already losing her mind missing Matt. We left him with the nanny a little too long, and she's having a full-blown maternal crisis." I smiled and stood up. "You're still staying in Valentia a few more days, right? We'll see each other before you go back to Verdania?" "Yes," he confirmed, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. "I've got a few things to take care of. Meetings. Paperwork. The usual boring bureaucracy." He opened his arms, and I walked into them without thinking. His hug was firm and protective, the kind only an older brother knows how to give. "Listen," Christian said quietly, his voice softer than us