Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 410 Madeline's POV +25 Bonus My awareness returned slowly, like I was surfacing from deep water. For the first time in days, I could think clearly, without the constant fog of sedatives weighing down my mind. I blinked several times, trying to focus my vision, and realized I was sitting in a comfortable seat upholstered in soft leather. When I finally managed to lift my head and look forward, I found myself staring into a familiar pair of blue eyes.

Marcus sat across from me, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his dark hair slightly messy, like he hadn't slept either. There was unmistakable relief on his face, mixed with something deeper. It was genuine concern. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice rough after so long without speaking properly. "Right now?" Marcus replied with a small smile. "Somewhere over the Atlantic." "The Atlantic? The Atlantic?" I repeated, confused, trying to process the impossible words. "How did I...?" "We're going to Valentia," he said calmly, like he was talking about the weather.

My mind struggled to catch up. Valentia. I was on a plane. No, probably a private jet. Heading to Valentia. How was that even possible? "How?" I pressed, panic and disbelief tangling together. "I was in a hospital..." Marcus sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We tried to do this the right way, Madeline. I really did. We tried to act within the law, through the proper legal channels. We had lawyers, medical documentation, even police ready to intervene when we found out they were trying to force you into that DNA test." He paused, his blue eyes hardening slightly.

they pumped into you..." His voice carried restrained anger. "I had to act on instinct." "What did you do?" I asked, Even though the answer was obvious, sitting here like this, I needed to hear

Influence on a level I could barely comprehend. 1/3 +25 Bonus "Marcus..." I whispered as a shocking realization hit me. "You could be kidnapping someone." He looked straight into my eyes, his expression turning serious. "Technically, I am." His words hit me like a punch

Belmonte police force to look for me. There could already be an arrest warrant being issued in his name. This was international now. "And I'm on a plane headed to Valentia," I whispered, like I couldn't quite believe the words myself. The full

reasons for panicking. None of them had anything to do with me. I looked at Marcus again, really studying his face this time. There was determination there, but also a vulnerability he was clearly trying to hide. This man had risked everything for me. "I'm starting to be a little scared of you," I joked,