Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 54 The night was surprisingly warm for the Highridge Valley at that time of year. The starry sky stretched like a blanket of light over the property, and the full moon shimmered on the surface of the infinity pool set on one of the mansion's far terraces-a spot Christian had shown me earlier, assuring me it was rarely used by the family. "Is this thing heated?" Annabelle asked, cautiously dipping her hand in the water. "Thirty-two degrees, to be exact," I replied, slipping off my shoes.

"Perks of being a billionaire." Annabelle was already tugging off her light dress, revealing the bikini she'd apparently been wearing under her clothes all day, as if she had planned this moment. "So, is this a bachelorette party?" She raised the bottle of champagne she had "borrowed" from the wine cellar, her mischievous smile glowing under the moonlight. "Kind of lame, don't you think? No strippers, no embarrassing games...' 11 "Perfect for me," I said, stepping into the water still wearing the loose T-shirt and shorts I'd put on after dinner.

The heat of the pool against my skin was instantly relaxing. Annabelle followed me in, champagne bottle still in hand. She had somehow found two glasses in the mansion and was now filling them with surprising skill, even while half-submerged. "To my sister," she toasted, pushing a glass toward me. "Who tomorrow will marry an absurdly rich, absurdly handsome, and absurdly complicated man." I couldn't help but laugh, clinking my glass lightly against hers. "To your sister.

Who somehow ended up in the middle of a Valentian soap opera." The champagne went down easily, cold against my throat, contrasting with the warmth of the water. I leaned my head back against the edge, watching the stars above. "Do you think I'm crazy?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could hold them back. Annabelle, who had settled on the other side of the pool, looked at me with an unexpectedly serious expression. "I think you've always been the sensible one in the family. The one who thinks before she acts, the one who plans every step." She took another sip.

instead of your reason. And that's... interesting." "My instincts?" I almost choked on the champagne. "Annie, this is an arrangement. A six-month contract. I'm

heat up, and it wasn't because of the water. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Of course you don't." Annabelle rolled her eyes dramatically. "Just like you don't know why you got all huffy when I said I was going to have some fun with Marcus." 1/3 "Marcus's a womanizing playboy." "But what a playboy!" She sighed dreamily. "And that Valentian accent when he whispers in your ear..." "Annie!" She laughed, the sound echoing

a few minutes, we were just two sisters in a water fight, laughing like kids, forgetting for a moment about the

her hand. "No, listen. I'm not saying you're in love. Not yet. But there's something there... something that never existed with Alex." "Like what?" "Respect." She shrugged. "With Alex, you always seemed like you were

the plan." "Plans change." Annabelle tilted her head, studying my face. "You've changed. Since you met him, you're... different. Braver. Less worried about what people

stop laughing, the mental image was just too good. "She hates me." "She hates anything she can't control. And you, my dear sister, are not controllable." Annabelle raised her glass in another toast. "Unlike her son." "Christian? He's the most controlling person I know!" "No,

and suddenly he's breaking all the rules." Her words made me pause. Could it really be that Christian saw something in me beyond just a convenient solution to his problem? That