Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 610 Renee's POV | sat in my car, watching the school doors through the slightly fogged windshield. It was Wednesday. Early afternoon. Kids were starting to pour out in loud clusters, backpacks bouncing against their shoulders, shouting over each other. Nick had finally agreed to let me take Bella out alone. Not without making it painfully clear, in that annoyingly protective tone of his, that she'd have her phone with her and that if she called Martina even once, he'd come get her immediately. I'd rolled my eyes and agreed.

And just to make sure | understood the rules, he'd added, "Two hours. It's a school day. She has homework." | spotted Bella walking out the main doors. Alone. She looked around with that slightly lost expression kids get when they're searching for their parent in a crowd. | stepped out of the car and walked toward her. "Hi, sweetheart," | said, forcing warmth into my voice. ---- She saw me and stopped short. She didn't run to me or smile. She just stood there, her backpack slipping off one shoulder, looking at me with that cautious expression.

| felt irritation start to simmer, but | kept my smile firmly in place. | understood. Technically. We didn't have a real connection. Not after all that time apart. Not after | left when she was still so little she could barely remember me. But understanding it didn't make it less frustrating. | needed to win Nick back. And | knew perfectly well that Bella was the only real way in. He would never give me a real chance unless | proved | was present. That I had truly come back. | crouched down to her eye level, resting my hands on my knees. "You don't have to be scared of me," | said gently.

eyes. My irritation flared again. | took a slow breath and kept smiling. "I'll take you to get a late birthday present," |

spotless white shelves. It had better be worth what | was about to spend. Because | couldn't keep surviving the way I had been for much longer. | had already sold almost all my real jewelry. The authentic handbags. The

Nick didn't need to know that. "You can pick whatever you want," | told Bella, watching her look around with wide eyes. ---- She moved

large doll with multiple outfits and accessories. "She's beautiful." Bella studied it for a moment, then shook her head. "| don't really like dolls." "Oh?" | asked, genuinely surprised. "What do you like, then?" "Books," she said. "And games. Gwen taught me a really fun board game." Gwen again. That irritating consultant Nick had hired, who apparently had become a central figure in my daughter's life. "That's nice," | said, keeping my tone neutral.

things. A building set. An activity book. And a large puzzle. Nothing particularly exciting, but at least she was a little more open now. Talking a bit more. Smiling occasionally. "And what about this dress?" | asked when we passed the clothing section. "I think