Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 521 Marcus' POV I held the envelope out to him, that simple gesture carrying the weight of years of history, of choices made and unmade, of a future being redefined in that exact moment. Christian stared at the envelope for a long beat, as if he were processing not just what it represented, but everything that had led us here. Then he let out a deep breath and took it slowly, almost reverently. I watched in silence as he opened it with care, unfolded the letter I had written and rewritten more times than I could count, until the words finally felt right, and read my resignation.

Short. Direct. Respectful. But final in a way my previous attempts to step away had never been. When he finished, he folded the letter neatly, slid it back into the envelope, and rested it in his lap. His eyes met mine with an intensity that made me hold my breath. "I think this time," he said, his voice heavy with an emotion I rarely saw in him-always so controlled, so composed, "I'm going to have to accept it. Aren't I?" My chest tightened at his words. I had tried to leave Kensington before, tried to carve out my own path, my own identity separate from the family company.

But there was always something that pulled me back in. There was always a reason to stay. A reason to postpone my own dreams. But this time was different. Fundamentally different. And we both knew it. "I've been watching you these past few months," Christian continued, a small smile appearing despite the sadness in his eyes. "I've seen how you've changed. You're... different. Lighter. Happier. Especially when you're leading the Sullivan Parks projects with Madeline.

the work Madeline and I were building together. "I always knew I'd find my own

being able to build something with her, to work side by side on a project that means so much to both of us-it's more than I ever dreamed of." "Madeline really is special," Christian said, genuine admiration in his voice. "And the two of you together? You're unstoppable. It's honestly beautiful to watch."

here, rooting for you. Always. No matter what happens, we're family. That doesn't change." When we pulled apart, both

weight of the moment with humor, "do I tell Gwen, or are you going to tell her that now it's her hide you'll be working to the bone?" Christian laughed-loud and genuine-the sound echoing through the small office, breaking the tension and bringing the lightness back. "Oh, it's the least she owes me," he said, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and resignation. "As my little sister, she owes me

to kill you when she finds out," I said, laughing too, already picturing Gwen's reaction once Christian started demanding more from her. "She'll probably try," Christian agreed, his eyes bright with humor. "But she's going to do an absolutely phenomenal job." We sat in a