Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 540 Gwen's POV I woke up early, before the sun had fully risen. I couldn't stay in bed anymore. I needed to do something. I needed answers. I grabbed the car keys I'd seen yesterday while going through my suitcase. A discreet leather keychain with the logo of a brand I didn't recognize. I went downstairs quietly and stepped out into the icy morning parking lot. I pressed the button on the key fob, and the lights of a car that looked expensive blinked in response. I got in, adjusted the seat and mirrors like I'd done it a thousand times before, and started the engine.

It purred to life instantly. Driving was easy. It wasn't like I'd forgotten the basics. Press the clutch: Shift gears. Check the mirrors. My body knew exactly what to do, even when my mind couldn't remember learning how. The road to town was covered in a thin layer of ice that demanded extra care. I drove slowly, cautiously, focusing on every curve and descent. The center of Montelira was small but charming, with narrow stone streets and medieval buildings that looked like they'd been pulled straight from a postcard.

Even early on a Saturday morning, a few shops were already opening, owners sweeping sidewalks and arranging their windows. I parked near the main square and stepped out, pulling my coat tighter against the biting cold. I walked until I found what I was looking for. A modern café that doubled as a workspace. The sign read "Cafe & Co-working" in elegant lettering. Perfect. I went inside, and warmth wrapped around me along with the rich smell of fresh coffee and something sweet baking. The interior was cozy. Exposed brick walls. Rustic wooden tables. Comfortable couches.

And most importantly, a clearly designated work area with laptops available for customers. I approached the counter, where a young woman with short hair and a friendly smile greeted me. "Good morning! What can I get you?" I opened my mouth to order a regular coffee, but what came out instead was, "A cappuccino with cinnamon and a pinch of nutmeg, please. Oat milk, if you have it." The words came out so naturally, so automatically, that it took me a second to realize what I'd just said. The girl wrote it down without blinking. "Of course.

thank you." I paid and sat at one of the work tables while I waited. I grabbed one of the available laptops and opened it, watching it boot up. That order... cinnamon and nutmeg cappuccino, oat milk. That wasn't random. That wasn't something you ordered by accident. Maybe it was

No photos that looked like me. No articles. No social media profiles. Nothing. Frustration began to simmer in my chest. How could someone just...not exist online nowadays? Everyone had a digital footprint. Everyone. Unless... Kensington. The name whispered into my mind. The name that had sent a chill down my spine when I'd seen it on my documents. The name that came with an automatic instinct to hide. To keep it secret. But why? Why did that name feel so wrong? Why couldn't anyone know it? But... I could know it, couldn't I? It was about me. About who I really was. With slightly trembling fingers, I deleted Parker

photo in the preview, but it was hard to see clearly. I moved the

I felt. "Hi." "Working?" she asked, gesturing at the closed laptop with a tilt of her chin. "No," I replied quickly. "Just... checking the news." She didn't look fully convinced, but she didn't push. Instead, she pulled out the chair beside me and sat down, sliding one of the plates with a

idiot? She'd been sharp, maybe provocative, but not exactly an idiot. She must have read my expression, because she continued. "Nick and I really are basically siblings. It's not just something we say." She took a bite of the muffin, chewing thoughtfully. "I was practically raised by Martina and Caesar." "Caesar?" "Nick's dad. He died five years ago." Paula paused. "My parents

alongside Nick. We're close in age, so we really grew up like brother and sister. And I've always been very protective of