Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 480 Vivian's POV We were in Highridge Valley, staying in one of the smaller houses adjacent to the Montgomery estate- the one we'd been sharing whenever Dominic wanted to stay close to what he called "field operations." It was a smaller property, but comfortable, with a privileged view of the vineyards that now, at least in part, belonged to us. Dominic stood by the living room window, a satisfied smile on his face as a truck drove away down the dirt road, carrying yet another shipment of Montgomery wine for distribution. Or rather... wine that would soon become Kensington.

Halfway through the route, corrupted Kensington employees would switch the labels. That was the beauty of acquiring Montgomery. Besides already having a fully structured, functional production operation, they were geographically close enough to use the same transport and distribution services without raising unnecessary suspicion. And by corrupting the right people with the right amounts of money, the plan unfolded with an almost frightening smoothness.

Batches of Kensington wine-actually Montgomery, but bottled and labeled as Kensington-being returned for "questionable quality." The company's CEO, Marcus's perfect little cousin, meticulously investigating everything from production to storage without even remotely suspecting what was happening right under his nose. Meanwhile, the Kensington name was being chipped away at, little by little. A reputation built over generations, slowly but steadily stained. Until the final blow Dominic was planning.

I watched him from the armchair where I sat, not fully grasping the full scope of what he was orchestrating. I'd learned to stop asking too many questions after he'd made it clear on more than one occasion that my curiosity wasn't welcome. But if he was pleased and satisfied with his plans, then I was happy too. I didn't like seeing Dominic frustrated or angry. Those versions of him were dangerous. Unpredictable. He stepped away from the window and walked over to the makeshift bar we'd set up in the living room.

one to me with an almost gallant gesture. "To the perfect plan," he said, raising his glass. I played along, lifting mine to clink softly against his. "So does that mean we're closer to getting

than ever to 1/3 consolidate that family under my control." I scoffed, unable to resist pointing out the obvious. "You say that like she isn't already married. The plan to annul the marriage didn't work, remember?" I saw frustration flash across Dominic's face-the tightening of his jaw that always signaled

and for a few hours I almost managed to forget the

tried to calculate how many glasses I'd had the night before. Two? Maybe three at most? It wasn't enough to leave me feeling this bad. When my vision began to blur seriously and flashes of light started flooding my field of view, real panic set in. Something was very, very

clouding my vision, but I could hear something in his voice. Something that sounded dangerously close to a subtle smile. I was practically on my knees, half-collapsed beside the bed, when he