Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 49 +25 Bonus "And rightly so!" Vivian declared, opening one of the folders to reveal pages upon pages of meticulous notes. "We have so much to decide! Guest list, catering, flowers, music, vows..." My stomach sank as she rattled off the list. The reality of it all hit me with brutal force. I was actually getting married. Again. Or rather, for the first time, since the previous wedding had never happened. "I thought it would be something simple," I managed to say when Vivian finally paused for breath.

"Just what's necessary to make it legal." Vivian looked at me as if I'd suggested we hold the wedding at a gas station. "Darling, you're marrying Christian Kensington. 'Simple' is not an option." She turned to Christian. "I assume Joseph will want all the cousins present? And the key business partners?" Christian offered a conciliatory gesture. "Actually, we'll keep it relatively intimate, Vivian. Just close family and a few friends." "Intimate?" She looked horrified. "But the press will speculate!" The hours that followed blurred into a frenzy of decisions.

Invitation samples, color palettes, menu options- every item added another layer of complexity. Even the "reduced" guest list Christian proposed still included over a hundred people. It was when Vivian began discussing dress details that the first wave of panic hit me. 11 '...perhaps something from Vera Wang? We can secure an exclusive piece with a few calls," Vivian continued, oblivious to my growing discomfort. "Actually, I already have a dress," I interrupted, my voice sounding strangely distant even to myself. Vivian froze mid-sentence, clearly shocked. "A dress? Already?

But how...?" Christian stepped in gently: "I bought it for her. The gown she admired in the store where she used to work." I caught Vivian's surprised look and Christian's unreadable expression. He had purchased that absurdly expensive gown during our first "arrangement" and had never mentioned returning it. The irony wasn't lost on me-a dress bought for a sham would now be worn for another.

I couldn't help but think back to the fittings for my last wedding dress, Elise at my side pretending to be my best friend, all while she was already sleeping with my fiancé, The air in the room suddenly felt scarce. "Zoey?" Christian's voice reached me, though he was sitting right beside me. "Are you alright?" I stood abruptly, my hands trembling. "I need a moment," I managed, before practically fleeing the room. In the hallway, away from their concerned eyes, I leaned against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest.

blurring my vision. I don't know how long I stayed there, trying to wrestle my panic under control, until I felt a presence beside me. I looked up into Christian's concerned eyes. 3/4 Chapter 40 +25 Bonus Chapter 49 The stone corridors felt endless as Christian guided me through a part of the estate I had never seen. With each

reached a heavy wooden door. Christian tapped a code into a discreet panel, and the door opened with a soft click.

old. "This cellar is over two hundred years old," Christian explained as he walked among the barrels. "Some of these walls were built by the very first Kensingtons who came to Verdania." I followed him, fascinated by how naturally he seemed to belong here, his fingers occasionally brushing against a barrel as

of this..." - I gestured toward the vastness of the cellar - "I'm going to leave here completely drunk." A

a long finish that felt like it was telling a story of its own. "It's incredible," I admitted, genuinely impressed. We moved on

of the giant barrels, our shoulders almost touching. "About what you heard," Christian began, his voice softer now. "What I said to Marcus..." "We don't need to talk about that," I interrupted quickly. 1/3 Chapter 49 +25 Bonus "Yes, we do." He swirled the wine in his glass, watching how the light played through

inside me, a feeling I didn't want to name. "But the truth, Zoey, is that you really aren't the kind of woman for someone like me." His eyes met mine, intense and sincere.