Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 493 Vivian's POV I was lying on the hospital bed, flipping through TV channels without really paying attention to any of them, when the door flew open so hard it slammed against the wall. Dominic stormed in like a hurricane. I shot upright on instinct, the remote slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor as my heart started racing. I had never seen him like this-his face flushed with rage, his eyes practically sparking, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles jumping even from across the room.

He was gripping a brown paper bag in one hand, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing it. "Dominic, what-?" "His daughter!" he shouted, and I instinctively took a step back. "That damn child is his daughter!" For a second, my brain refused to catch up. Then it clicked. The baby. Madeline had given birth. Dominic crossed the room in furious strides and slammed the bag down on the dresser so hard it knocked over the lamp.

He turned and, with a violent sweep of his arm, sent everything on the nightstand flying-glasses, the ice bucket, my phone-all of it crashing to the floor in a deafening noise. "Kensington!" he spat the name like poison. "That son of a bitch pulled it off! He took what was mine!" I stayed frozen where I was, making myself as small as possible, every muscle in my body locked tight. I had seen Dominic angry before. I had seen him irritated, frustrated, even cruel. But this... this was different. This was pure, unfiltered, dangerous rage.

breath, trying to find the courage to speak. "Did you... did you already get a DNA test?" I asked carefully, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. Dominic spun toward me so fast I stepped back again. His eyes were wild, almost unrecognizable. "DNA?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it-only bitterness. "Those EYES are more than any DNA, Vivian. Those damn Kensington BLUE eyes.

rising and falling with heavy breaths. Then, slowly, he turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, as if all that rage had suddenly condensed into something colder. Sharper. More calculated. 1/3 That scared me even more than the fury. "Time

elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. "I know the Kensingtons are on my trail. The label swaps, the poisonings... they're gathering evidence. It's only a matter of time before they have something solid." I heard the words, but I couldn't stop the chill

in them made me want to run out of that room and never look back. "Exactly," he confirmed, a slow smile spreading across his lips. It wasn't a happy smile. It was the smile of a predator who had just caught the scent of prey. "Let me guess," I said, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted it to. "The leverage is the baby." "Little Aurora," he practically purred her name, and there was something so disturbing in the way he said it that nausea rolled through me. "First I take the

plans for dear Marcus too," he said, and there was a dark promise in his tone that made me swallow hard. "What kind of plans?" I asked, even though I wasn't sure