Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 461 Marcus' POV I drove down the winding mountain roads at a speed that bordered on reckless, my mind focused on one thing only-getting home as fast as possible. The car handled the tight curves well, but I knew I was pushing the limits of safety. "Marcus, slow down!" Mia protested from the back seat, gripping the armrest. "We don't want to die before we even get home!" "She's right," Luke agreed from the passenger seat, his voice slightly tense.

"This road is dangerous even at normal speed." I eased off the gas a little, but I couldn't slow the urgency pounding through my chest. I needed to get home. I needed to find Madeline and understand what the hell was happening. "Marcus, breathe," Olivia said, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Tell me what happened between you and my cousin." I let out a heavy sigh, trying to organize my thoughts as I took another sharp curve. "Honestly? I don't know," I admitted. "Madeline has been acting strange since the rafting challenge. Actually, since I left the hospital wing.

I've tried talking to her several times, but she just refuses to talk to me." "Maybe she just needed some space," Olivia suggested gently. "And maybe you were smothering her without realizing it?" I considered that. Maybe I really had been too insistent. Too present. Too eager to fix whatever problem she was dealing with. "Maybe," I agreed. "But it was important. There's something I... something I need to tell her." Olivia met my eyes in the rearview mirror but stayed quiet, clearly waiting for me to continue.

the weight of the information I'd been carrying alone. "He's in the hospital. Heart attack-not the first one. The situation is... delicate." The car fell silent for a few seconds, filled only by the sound of the engine and tires on asphalt. "And you didn't tell her?" Olivia asked softly. "I thought about telling her. Then I thought about not telling her," I explained, frustration bubbling up again. "I honestly don't know what the right thing is. I know her relationship with her father is complicated, but still...he's her father." "But?" Mia pressed, clearly sensing there was more.

her parents' guardianship. "Maybe it would be better if I told her," Olivia murmured thoughtfully. "As her cousin. As someone who doesn't have all those... complications." I

who fixes things," I explained, keeping my eyes on the road. "At work. In my family. In my personal life. And

we approached the city. The rest of the drive passed in near silence. Each of us was lost in our own thoughts about the impossible