Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 405 Marcus' POV It had been three days since I'd watched Madeline be taken away by her own parents, and every passing hour felt like eternity. The mental health institute where she was being held was a discreet, well-maintained building. Nothing about it suggested the kind of place where someone could be kept against their will with forged documents. But I was learning that appearances meant nothing when Dominic Blackwood was involved. Olivia sat beside me in the waiting room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Tension showed in every line of her body.

She hadn't stopped blaming herself since we left the Kensington mansion, insisting she should have done more to prevent Madeline from being taken. "Any news from the investigators?" she asked quietly, as if afraid someone might overhear. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other since she left the mansion, even though we'd agreed to come together today to try to visit Madeline. "We're all over Dominic," I replied, keeping my voice just as low. "Trying to gather solid proof about the illegal casinos, the money laundering, everything.

But the guy knows how to cover his tracks." I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated by how little tangible progress we'd made. "It looks like a lot of people owe him gambling debts," I went on. "And he uses that to keep them loyal. Because otherwise..." I paused. "They just disappear." Olivia nodded, her expression dark. "That's probably how he managed to keep Madeline locked up in here," she said. "Someone in the administration must be under his control." "But shouldn't her parents be the ones making that decision?" I asked, trying to understand how any of this was legally possible.

allowed to authorize this?" Olivia let out a sharp breath, a mix of anger and despair. "Dominic has them too," she said bitterly. "I don't know how, but he does. You should've seen them in the car that day. They weren't the aunt and uncle I grew up with anymore. Before I could respond, we were

alert. "Mr. Kensington?" she asked, even though it was obvious she already knew who I was. "Yes," I replied, standing up. "I'm here to visit my wife, Madeline Kensington." "Unfortunately," she said, in a tone meant to sound sympathetic but backed by unyielding firmness, "you won't be able to see her today. The patient

a memorized script. She requires medication at strict intervals and has been experiencing adverse reactions. Visits are not allowed at this time." My jaw tightened. 'Medicated.' The word echoed in my head like a siren. Olivia started to argue, her voice rising despite herself. "What kind of medication?" Olivia demanded. "For

at least a little. I turned back to the nurse, pasting on a polite smile. "Could you at least let her know we were Kere? That her husband and her cousin came to see her?" "Of course," she replied immediately. But I knew it was a lie. No message would be passed along. "And