Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 474 Madeline's POV Marcus parked the car in front of Sullivan Parks, and for a moment I just stared out the window, unable to fully process what I was seeing. All the lights were on, illuminating every corner of the park with a magical glow that made it look like something straight out of a childhood dream. My eyes reflected the colorful lights, proof that the park was fully up and running. "How did you manage this?" I asked, turning to Marcus with a mix of shock and disbelief.

"I can't even remember the last time the park was open at night!" Marcus smiled in that way that immediately told me he was very pleased with himself. "I wanted to surprise you." I looked back at the park, finally grasping the scale of what he'd done. This was definitely not a cheap surprise. To pull this off, he must have rented out the entire park for a private nighttime event-overtime staff, full operations, everything. I knew that kind of thing didn't come cheap. The shareholders must be thrilled, I thought.

My father used to complain that private events at the park were becoming rare, with families opting for buffets or clubs instead. We got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. I wasn't surprised when we stepped inside and realized the park was completely ours. Every ride was running at full capacity. The game booths were staffed and ready. The restaurants and snack stands glowed with inviting neon lights.

felt surreal to walk through a place I knew so well from childhood and see it entirely empty-except for the two of us and the employees strategically positioned to keep everything running perfectly. "So," Marcus asked, gesturing to the endless possibilities around us, "where do you want to go first?" I looked around, a

took me on when I was still too small for the more extreme rides. "The bumper cars," I decided, pointing at the brightly colored arena where the little cars waited. We spent the next hour bouncing from ride to ride like two kids let loose in an amusement park. Marcus blatantly let me win at the bumper cars, pretending my hits were devastating while I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. We rode the haunted train, where I clung to him and

Marcus climbed onto the horse beside mine. As the music started and the carousel began its slow turn, I looked at him-and found him already watching me. There was something

of Marcus's lips, the 1/2 feeling of being completely present in a moment of pure happiness. After that, we went into the haunted house, where we got genuinely startled by costumed employees jumping out of the shadows. Marcus instinctively shielded me every

mouths sweet. We won a giant teddy bear at a ring -toss game that I strongly suspected the attendant had deliberately made easier. We took silly pictures in an old photo booth that still used instant film. For those few hours, it