Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 504 Madeline's POV "You're disgusting." The words came out before I could stop myself. But I didn't regret them. I stared straight at Dominic, at that smug smile on his face, and felt my stomach turn. "That's the only way you ever get what you want, isn't it?" I went on, my voice growing stronger despite the fear. "Through kidnapping. Through death. Through coercion. That's how you operate. Because on your own, you wouldn't be capable of jack shit." I expected anger. Expected him to snap, to hit me, to explode into violence.

But Dominic just laughed, like I'd told him something genuinely funny. "And you think I care?" he asked, tilting his head, still smiling. "Honestly, Madeline. Do you really think your opinion of my methods affects me in any way?" He took a step closer, and I had to force myself not to back away. "In the end," he continued, his voice smooth but edged with that familiar danger, "all that matters is that I get what I want. And I always do.

Eventually." I took a deep breath, trying to hold myself together, trying not to let the desperation completely swallow "And what do you want, Dominic?" I asked, hating the tremor in my voice. "What do you really want? The parks? I'll give you the parks. You can have everything. Just tell me where to sign, and I'll sign. Just let me walk out of here with my daughter." I saw something flicker in his eyes. Consideration? Temptation? But then he slowly shook his head, that smile never leaving his face. "Too late," he said, and there was something almost sad in his tone. Fake, of course.

lazily over the decorative flowers. "But when you ran from that wedding," he went on, his voice hardening, "when you ran from the clinic where I had placed you for your own good, when you married another man..." He stopped and turned to face me directly. "Oh, Madeline," he said, his voice now pure poison, "Dominic Blackwood

that I do not forgive." 1/3 My heart began to race even faster. "We're going back," he said with finality, "exactly to where we left off. We're going to finish what we started that day. And this time, you're not running." Panic clawed its way up my throat, but I forced the words out. "I can't get married," I said quickly. "I'm married. To Marcus. Legally

I didn't believe the denial. "Yes," Dominic said simply. "So you see? There's no obstacle. You're free to marry again. Me, specifically. I tried to pull myself together, tried to find another way out, another argument. "This isn't even valid," I said, gesturing vaguely at the empty garden, the improvised altar. "There's no... there's no officiant. No

take care of making everything... let's say, 'official' later," he said casually, as if he were talking about the weather. "It's not the first time I've arranged documents. It won't be the last. I have contacts, Madeline.

"before we get to the boring paperwork part, let's take a picture." I frowned, confused. "What?" "A picture," he repeated, like it was obvious. "You know, we don't have guests here tonight. But the world needs to know about our union. We're important people,

arm hard, his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of the dress. He yanked me around to face Vivian. "Smile, my love," he said at my ear, his voice low. "Smile." I didn't smile. I couldn't. My lips stayed locked in a hard line, my eyes fixed on Vivian with a mix of fury and silent pleading. Vivian looked at us for a moment, and I saw her roll