All Chapters of Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Chapter 741 - Chapter 750

Christian's POV I didn't like lying to Zoey. But right now, I had to. And I had to do it quietly—for three reasons. The first was simple and frustrating: I didn't know if this would work. And if I didn't know that, I wasn't about to build expectations. Not for her. Not for me. Not for anyone. The second was practical: it involved Kensington. And anything tied to Kensington could turn into headlines in seconds. Speculation. Rumors. Stories spreading across networks like they were facts. I'd seen it happen too fast to ever trust "no one will find out." The third reason was the one that made the guilt sit heavier—and at the same time justified everything: I wanted it to be a surprise. Zoey deserved a real surprise. Not just something expensive or beautiful. Something that meant something. So when I told her that morning I was heading to the Serene Port office early… I lied. I was actually flying to Solara Bay to make it all happen. The car dropped me at the airport b

Zoey's POV "Okay," Annie said, way too practical. "Let's give them space." She grabbed Matthew with one hand and Nate with the other like she was dragging two kids away from an electrical outlet. Matthew still turned his head back, clearly wanting to stay. And in that split second before they left, I saw his lips move close to Annie's ear. "We're listening at the door, right?" Annie answered without a trace of guilt, like it was a sacred oath of sisterhood. "Obviously." The bedroom door clicked shut. I stood there in the middle of the room like I'd forgotten how to exist in my own body. Christian took a step toward me. It wasn't aggressive. But it was decisive. That was always how he moved. The world could be on fire, and he'd still find the center and choose exactly where to stand. "You think I'm cheating on you?" he asked. His voice was controlled. But there was something else in it. Something I didn't want to see. Pain. "How could you think that?" h

Zoey's POV I still couldn't pinpoint the exact moment my morning in London—which had started with a pregnancy test on the sink and me trying not to pass out—turned into an international operation. But somehow, before I knew it, we were all on the Kensington jet, heading to Valentia. And when I say "all," I mean all. The adults. The kids. The nannies. And… Ginger. Ginger was stretched out in the most spacious part of the cabin, wearing that confident look of a dog who was born to be loved and sneak forbidden snacks. Matt was so thrilled she was there, he seemed to have forgotten he'd just switched countries like it was nothing more than changing rooms. "Mom, look!" he announced, at three years old and fully convinced that anything new in the world existed purely to be shown to me. "Ginger's with me!" "I see, baby," I said, kissing the top of his head. I kissed Matt so often it should probably be illegal in some countries. His nanny—who had come from Verdania with Chris

Zoey's POV Dinner as couples had been easy. Full of laughter that didn't take effort. One of those rare moments where it felt like the whole world could stay outside for a few hours. Christian and I got back to the apartment in Beldora still wrapped in that comfortable feeling of "we made the day fit into something beautiful." He walked in taking off his watch, dropping his keys on the console table like it was some ordinary domestic scene. Which was almost funny, because nothing about our life was actually ordinary. Not even when we tried. I went straight to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Skincare before bed was my way of telling my nervous system: it's over. You can breathe now. I tied my hair back, washed my face, and started lining up the products on the counter with a level of care that, I know, probably looks excessive to anyone who doesn't get it. To me, it was ritual. It was care. It was me being myself without having to prove anything to anyone. Christian sh

Zoey's POV We took the private jet to Kensington Villa late that morning, and I spent half the flight trying not to think about how surreal it was to be thirty and crossing countries like I was crossing streets. Christian had that same perfectly composed calm, like even gravity was just another administrative detail. Me? My heart was somewhere between "this is amazing" and "oh my God, I'm pregnant again," which had basically been my default state for days. When the car finally rounded the last curve and the property came into view, my chest tightened in that familiar way. Kensington Villa looked even more beautiful than I remembered. Sharper. More real. The green of the vineyards richer, the sky clearer. But… something felt off. Empty. A few staff members greeted us with polite smiles, carried our bags upstairs, spoke in hushed tones, moved with that quiet efficiency of people who didn't want to disturb anything. But the place had a kind of silence that didn't belong in a V