Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 528 Gwen's POV I hurled my phone against the opposite wall with every ounce of strength I had left. It hit with a deeply satisfying crack before dropping to the floor, the screen almost certainly shattered. Great. One more broken thing. Just like my memory. My sanity. My entire life, apparently. I sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, the burn of frustrated tears building behind my eyes. I wasn't going to cry. I refused. But damn it, it was infuriating. Fighting my own mind just to uncover basic things about myself. Things everyone should know. Simple things.

'Who am I?' The question echoed in my head with no answer. I stood and went to the suitcase, yanking it open and digging through it aggressively, tossing clothes aside without a second thought. I needed something. Anything that could give me a clue about who I really was. There were lots of clothes that were far too expensive. Cashmere, silk, Italian linen, shoes that probably cost more than most people made in a month, and a makeup bag packed with imported products. None of it helped.

Then my fingers brushed against something solid at the bottom of the suitcase, hidden beneath a layer of lingerie that definitely didn't belong to someone struggling financially. Documents. I pulled out the leather folder and opened it with trembling hands. There it was. My passport. Gwen Parker Kensington. Kensington. A chill ran down my spine, starting at the back of my neck and sliding down my back like icy fingers. My heart started racing for no clear reason, pure adrenaline flooding my veins. Kensington. Why did that name make me feel so... scared?

Why was there a voice screaming inside my head that no one could ever know that name? 1/6 It made no sense. None of this made sense. But the instinct was too strong to ignore. Without overthinking it, I shoved the documents back into the bottom of the suitcase, burying them under layers and layers of clothes. No one could see that. No one could know. But why? The question hung in the air, unanswered. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I needed something to organize my thoughts. Something tangible. I dug through my bag and found a small notebook and a pen.

Parker I paused. Should I write Kensington too? No. Something inside me told me not to. Age: 29 years old (found in documents) Profession: Digital marketing consultant specializing in rural tourism Marital status: Single (but engaged)

crossed it out hard, the pen tearing slightly through the paper. I kept going, but every new line only raised more questions than answers. Favorite color: don't know Favorite food: don't know Where I live: don't know Daughter's name: don't know Daughter's age: 6 years old (same as Bella) I stared at what I'd written and felt like ripping

I had a daughter, and I couldn't even remember her face or her name. My phone. Of course. Everyone keeps photos on their phone these days. I looked over to where

lit up when I pressed the side button. The lock screen appeared. An abstract photo of mountains at sunset. No clues there. I held the phone in front of my face, waiting for facial recognition to do its thing. Device locked. Enter passcode. What? I tried again. Device locked. Enter passcode. Why the hell had I turned off Face ID?

needed to get out of there. I needed air. I needed anything that wasn't that suffocating room full of clues that led nowhere. I grabbed my coat and pulled

I stepped out, slicing into my lungs and making my eyes sting. But it was... refreshing. Real. Tangible. I walked across the snow-covered courtyard, following a stone path that led toward a barn or something like it. That was when I saw him. Nick stood

was my fiancé. How the hell did I get so lucky? As if he sensed my gaze, Nick stopped. He turned slowly, the axe still