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.

through his hair, destroying the perfectly styled look he always maintained. I took a slow 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

there with his back to me, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths.

were clasped in front of him, 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 that ran down my spine. He was talking about it so openly, so casually,

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

whether I was trying to argue with Dominic or simply stating an obvious truth. Dominic's smile widened. "Oh, I have plans for dear Marcus too," he said, and there was a dark promise in his tone that made me swallow hard. "What