Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 502 Madeline's POV Vivian shoved me into a car then slid into the driver's seat. She started the engine and sped off, the tires screeching against the asphalt. I sat in the passenger seat, completely numb. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just stared out the window as the scenery slipped by, growing darker, more remote. She drove for about fifteen minutes, taking us farther and farther from the city, turning onto dirt roads, passing through areas that were utterly deserted. And then it hit me. The address Vivian had sent me was never the final destination. It had been a trap. A test.

If I showed up with someone else, they would get rid of the extra person first. Exactly like they did. Marcus. God, Marcus. The pain threatened to swallow me whole again, but I forced it down. I couldn't think about him now. I couldn't fall apart. Not yet. Aurora needed me. She needed me strong. The car finally stopped in front of an old house. It wasn't large, but it was isolated, surrounded by trees and thick vegetation. No lights from neighboring homes. No sounds of cars or people. The perfect place to do whatever you wanted without being disturbed.

Vivian got out and opened my door, yanking me from the car without any gentleness. We walked up to the house-a creaky old wooden door that groaned as it opened. Inside, it was surprisingly neat. Old furniture, but clean. Lights on. As if someone had carefully prepared everything. As if they had been waiting. I looked around, my heart racing, searching for any sign of my daughter. "Where is my daughter?" I asked. My voice came out hoarse, broken. Vivian released my arm and walked a few steps ahead before turning to face me.

"First, Dominic wants to see you." Anger flared inside me for a brief second, burning through the numbness. "Then let's get this over with," I said through clenched teeth. Vivian slowly shook her head. "Not yet." 1/4 Chapter 50 Then she pointed to a corner of the room. I followed her gaze, and the air was knocked completely from my lungs. A wedding dress hung on a hanger. It was white and immaculate, with lace details cascading down the fabric. It wasn't just any wedding dress. It was that dress. The one I'd worn on the day of my failed wedding to Dominic. The dress I was wearing when I ran.

noticed a hint of exhaustion in her voice too. As if she were just as tired as I was. As if she were just as trapped in this madness as I was. ။

I couldn't do it. That I couldn't marry Dominic. That I couldn't spend the rest of my life trapped with him. So I ran. I didn't think twice before jumping onto the back of that motorcycle. I didn't hesitate. I didn't question it. I just jumped on and screamed for him to go. And he did. He took me away to safety and freedom. What was supposed to be a one-night thing between two strangers who didn't even want to use their real names. Something casual.

Motionless. Dead. Because of me. And I didn't even know where my daughter was. If she was okay. If she was scared. If she was crying with no one to comfort her. "Put the dress on, Madeline." Vivian's voice pulled me back to the present. I

as he always said you were just temporary, that he only wanted what you brought him, that wasn't true. Maybe you bruised his ego." Something in her tone made me pause. There was something there. Something underneath. I gathered what little courage I had left. "And that messes with

saw it instantly-the change in her face. The mask of indifference cracked, revealing raw fury underneath. Vivian let out a cold, humorless laugh. "You don't know anything," she spat. Then her voice rose, sharper, more aggressive, completely losing control. "Put the damn dress on!" I