Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 558 Mia's POV Dante took the wheel, of course. Not before having a full two-minute argument with the woman about "responsibility," "experience," and other ridiculous male excuses. She finally gave in with an eye roll so dramatic it was almost impressive, but she made it very clear that she would be giving the directions and he would be following them without question. Which put her in the front passenger seat. And dumped me in the back like a child being driven to school.

We'd been on the road for about five minutes, the snow still falling but definitely lighter than it had been earlier, when I decided I needed answers. "Okay, um..." I started, realizing I didn't even know her name. How had I let that happen? "What's your name, anyway?" "Paula," she replied without taking her eyes off the road, pointing for Dante to turn left at an intersection I hadn't even noticed through the snow. "Right. Okay, Paula," I continued, leaning forward between the front seats.

"Do you want to tell me exactly what Gwen and this Nick guy are doing out there in the middle of a blizzard?" Paula shot me a quick look in the rearview mirror but didn't answer right away. "Seriously," I pressed. "I know my cousin well enough to know she's not the type to risk her life for a romantic night with some guy she barely knows. If that's even what this is." I saw Paula let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly as if she were carrying a huge weight. "Nothing romantic," she said finally. "Your cousin is just...

is way too controlled to be crazy. She makes lists of her lists. Plans her plans. She's like an efficiency robot."

significant memory loss." Dante glanced away from the road for a split second to look at her directly. "How exactly did she fall down the stairs?" he asked, his tone sharp now. "Aren't you responsible for that? Proper maintenance, warning signs, that kind of thing?" I saw Paula shrink

care of her since then, trying to help her recover." She paused, staring out at the white landscape. "That's why Nick took her out in the middle of the night, in the middle of that blizzard," Paula continued. " To get her to the hospital. She was in intense pain and needed medical care. He

isn't like that. It doesn't make sense. She's methodical. Careful. The last person she dated was..." I trailed off, frowning as I genuinely tried to remember. "I don't even remember who the last person she actually dated was." "Matthew?" Dante suggested, steering around a particularly high pile of snow. "She swears nothing ever happened between them. Says it was just friendship. Which makes me think the last person she really dated was that

ugly, painful one that had left deep scars, even if she pretended otherwise. "Yeah," Dante said quietly, knowing exactly who I meant even without me finishing the sentence. "That idiot." A heavy silence settled over the car. Then Paula cleared her throat, pulling us back to the present. "Well, that's why I said she's..." She paused, clearly about to say crazy again. I could practically see the word forming on her