Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 578 Gwen's POV The car climbed the winding road toward Valemont Estate, and with every curve my stomach tightened a little more. It wasn't travel nerves. It was anxiety over what | was about to do. Pretend to be something | wasn't. Lie to people who trusted me. Try to save a business without truly knowing how. | parked in the familiar courtyard and, before I could even turn off the engine, | heard a high-pitched shout. "Gwen!" Bella burst through the front door, her bare feet slapping against the ground, her dark hair flying behind her like a flag.

She didn't even give me time to properly get out of the car before throwing herself into my arms. "Hi, my love," | said, hugging her tight, that familiar ache filling my chest the second | was close to her. "Did you miss me?" "So much," she mumbled against my neck, her little arms wrapped around me. "You took forever to come back." "| know, I'm sorry," | said, pulling back just enough to see her face. "But I'm here now." ---- Nick appeared in the doorway, smiling in that way that made my stomach flip for entirely different reasons "Bella, let Gwen breathe," he said as he came closer.

She released me reluctantly, and Nick greeted me with two kisses on the cheek. Again. The same easy intimacy as before, wordlessly saying we weren't strangers, that there was something between us even if neither of us quite knew what it was "Welcome back," he said, grabbing my suitcase from the trunk before | could protest. "Thank you for having me," | replied, following him inside. The villa was exactly as | remembered it. Warm, a little worn, full of history etched into the walls and furniture softened by time. The smell of something delicious drifted from the kitchen.

Martina appeared moments later, wiping her hands on her apron. "Gwen!" She pulled me into a warm hug. "I'm so glad you came back. I'm making a special dinner to thank you for being willing to help us." "That's really not necessary," | said quickly. "I genuinely want to help." ---- "Even so," Martina insisted, her kind eyes studying me, "it's very generous of you to give us your time." Paula leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching me with an expression | couldn't fully read. "It's her job," she said, her tone neutral but edged with something sharp.

a little too fast. 'Of course it is. It's exactly what | do." Paula held my gaze for another second, then turned back to the kitchen without saying anything else. Dinner was incredible. Martina outdid herself with

nonstop the entire evening, telling me about school, her new drawings, how she'd helped her grandmother make cookies Nick was more relaxed than he'd been in Florentia, He smiled more. He joined the conversation with an ease that only comes when you're home, surrounded by people you love: When | finally

had dragged me to, and went downstairs to find Nick already awake, making coffee in the kitchen. "Did

the reception. Nick had arranged stacks of papers on the desk, invoices, receipts, reports that looked like they'd been accumulating for years. | sat across from him, pulled out my laptop, and opened a fresh spreadsheet, doing my best to look professional. ---- But before | could ask a single question, Nick stopped me. "Before anything else," he said, his hands resting on the

to start something without knowing whether | can afford it. That would be irresponsible. So please, tell me how much you charge." | bit my lip. I'd thought about this a lot. | couldn't say I'd do it for free. Nick would never accept charity. | also couldn't name something ridiculously

right through it. But a fair market rate for this kind of work, if | really were a specialized consultant, would be something Nick very clearly didn't have right now. "lhave a different proposal," | said finally. "| don't want a fixed fee. | want a temporary partnership." ---- Nick frowned. "A partnership?" "Ten percent of the profits for one year," | explained, the words coming more easily now that | had a plan. "If