Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

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I can contact your family, your brother Christian, who called looking for you. I can-" "No, no, no," I kept whispering like a mantra, shaking my head violently even though every movement sent fresh waves of pain crashing through my skull. Nothing made sense, and at the same time, everything did. Both realities existed at once, tearing my mind in opposite directions, splitting me straight down the middle. That was when the cabin door flew open with a loud, violent creak, as if someone had shoved it hard.

the fireplace leap wildly and sending ash swirling into the air. Nick and I turned at the same time, our bodies reacting on instinct, eyes snapping toward the intrusion. Paula stood in the doorway, framed by the blinding white of the snow outside. I recognized her instantly, even through the fog filling my head. But she wasn't alone. Two more figures stepped in

same time, I knew them. I knew them in a deep, instinctive way that had nothing to do with names or specific memories or logic. "Gwen!" the woman cried, her eyes locking onto mine immediately across the cabin. She hurried toward me, stumbling slightly in her rush. "Thank God you're okay! We were so worried!" And then the name struck my mind like lightning splitting the sky. 'Mia. Cousin. Works with

Also a cousin. Also works with me. Also Kensington.' Kensington, not Parker. And then it was like a massive dam burst open inside my head, releasing a flood that had been held back for too long. Memories crashed through me in violent, overwhelming waves, each one hitting hard 1/3 enough to knock me

to be a marketing consultant looking for clients. The Valemont winery he wanted to acquire. The land that would be perfect for expansion. My mission to find out what it was worth, whether it was worth it, whether the family would sell. Arriving at the inn. The heavy suitcase. The ice-covered stairs

my broken mind had decided to turn into my fiancé because that story made more sense than admitting I had no idea who the hell the man carrying me so carefully in his arms actually was. The ring I had accepted with tears in