Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 65 294 +25 Bonus The voice sliced through the air like a knife, instantly shattering the intimacy that had built between us. Christian stiffened beside me, his entire body going rigid. When I turned, I came face to face with the familiar figure of Francesca Montgomery. She was as stunning as ever: perfectly tousled waves of dark hair, sun-bronzed skin, a summer dress that looked deceptively simple but no doubt cost a fortune.

Her smile didn't reach the calculating eyes that assessed "Francesca," Christian greeted, his voice reverting to that cold, controlled tone I'd rarely heard since arriving in Valentia. "What a surprise to see you here." She laughed, a musical sound laced with false charm. "Surprise? You know very well my family always spends summers here, Christian. Just as yours does." Her gaze flicked to me. "Zoey, darling, how lovely to see you again. The wedding was so... unusual. I barely had a chance to speak with you." "Francesca," I replied with a nod.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon.' 11 "Valentian summers are a family tradition," she said, stepping closer. "Christian surely remembers a few we enjoyed together, don't you, amore?" Christian remained impassive, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. "That was a long time ago," he said curtly. "Not that long." Francesca's smile curved, her eyes never leaving his. "Remember this very festival, last year? That night in my family's wine cellar?" A muscle ticked in Christian's jaw. "How could I forget?" he shot back, his voice icy.

"It was the same night I found Kensington files on your computer." Her smile faltered briefly before returning. "Details, details. Business aside, we always had something special." "That's over, Francesca," Christian said firmly. "As you well know, I'm married now." "Yes, such a sudden marriage." Her eyes slid back to me, scanning me head to toe. "I barely knew her name, and suddenly you're at the altar with her." (1 "When you meet the right person, there's no reason to wait," I said, threading my fingers deliberately through Christian's.

"It won't work." 1/3 Chapter 65 +25 Bonus Her eyes narrowed, the mask of civility slipping for a fraction of a second. Before she could answer, an elderly man hurried over, speaking in rapid-fire Valentian. I caught only a few words-barrels, problem, ceremony. Christian frowned, replying fluently before

he promised, hesitating as his eyes flicked to Francesca. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," I reassured him with a smile. Christian nodded and followed the man, disappearing into the crowd. As soon as he was gone, Francesca dropped all pretense of politeness. "Funny how

never change." "It's called responsibility," I replied evenly. "And consideration for others." "Oh, darling." She laughed softly. "You really do believe in this little play, don't you? The whirlwind wedding, the romantic honeymoon... how adorable." I kept my

described the encounter in detail-how they started seeing each other, how he fell for her... My stomach twisted. Lucy had also mentioned not approving of Francesca "even when they were children." I'd assumed it was just a turn of phrase. But now it was clear: Christian had lied about how long he'd known his ex. Why would he lie about something like that? What else was

in a relationship already built on lies. "You don't know anything about our relationship," I shot back, trying to mask the insecurity bubbling inside me. "I know more than you think." Francesca stepped closer, invading my space. "I know our parents always dreamed of uniting the families. I know the Kensingtons are desperate for new life in