Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 646 Nicholas' POV Signing the documents was shockingly easy. Because the decision behind them was simple and clear. | needed help at the estate. Not surface-level help. Not temporary solutions. Real help. Structured. Professional. Competent. The kind of help Kensington Group could provide. Christian didn't waste a second. The moment | signed the last page, he was already on the phone, making sharp, efficient calls to the right people. Insurance? Handled. He personally knew the regional director. Police investigation?

The Kensington corporate attorney was assigned immediately to deal with the bureaucracy and monitor everything closely. Reconstruction of the house? A trusted architect and contractor were already on their way to Montelira to assess the structural damage and begin restoration planning. All of that while | was still staring at the pixelated photos Paula had sent me, ---- Photos that made me physically sick. The east wing of the main house completely burned. Blackened walls. Shattered windows. Part of the roof collapsed. My house. The house where Bella was growing up.

The house where | had grown up. My family's home. Destroyed. And Christian just... handled it. With almost frightening efficiency. He did more, That same day, he sent a private driver to Montelira. A sleek black Mercedes picked up Martina and Bella from Paula's house and brought them to Florentia. By the time they arrived at Gwen's apartment, it was late afternoon. | opened the door and Bella practically launched herself into my arms. "Daddy!" she shouted, wrapping her arms around my neck. "The house caught on fire! It was scary!

suitcases. Her eyes widened as she took in the apartment. | saw the same shock I'd felt the first time | walked in. The high ceilings. The marble floors. The flawless decor. The insane panoramic view

mother was comfortable Bella had already wriggled out of my arms and was running around exploring. "Daddy! Daddy! There's

and dinner." "But | really want to!" Martina rolled her eyes fondly and took her granddaughter's hand. "Come on, little one. Let's see your room first." Bella didn't understand any of it beyond the obvious fact that Gwen had a very, very cool apartment and that at some point she'd get to swim in that incredible rooftop pool. To her, it was an adventure. To Martina and me, it was an overwhelming new reality we were still trying to process. Every other minute of my

encouraging signs of gradual return. The fingers on her left hand had twitched slightly when the nurse checked her blood pressure. Her eyelids fluttered a few times when a bright light was ---- directed at her during a neurological exam: Her breathing was becoming progressively less dependent on the ventilator. Small signs. But meaningful. It was Thursday night when | found myself alone in her room

"I had an interesting day." | brushed my thumb gently over her fingers "|