Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 404 Madeline's POV "How did you get in here?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the shock of seeing him there, taking up pace that was supposed to be my refuge, even if it was a forced one. Dominic smiled. That same smile I once found charming, the one that now made my stomach turn. "Important people around here owe me favors," he replied casually, as if he were talking about the weather. It's amazing how gambling debts can create such lasting relationships." My blood went cold. Gambling debts. Of course he would use that as leverage.

"Enough favors to have someone committed without asking questions?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. He laughed, a sound completely devoid of humor. "This is just the beginning, my love. You haven't seen anything I'm capable of yet. 11 I tried not to show the fear rising inside me like a dark wave, but I could feel my hands trembling. I clenched my fists to hide it. "And does that include all the forged reports to make me look mentally unstable?" I asked bluntly, deciding I had nothing left to lose by confronting him.

His expression shifted into something that might have passed for innocent surprise, but I was starting to know that mask far too well, especially on people I once trusted. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice attempting to sound genuinely concerned. "After all, you are mentally unstable. That's the only explanation for running away from our wedding and marrying a complete stranger days later." The way he twisted reality, turning my escape from an abusive situation into proof of insanity, made me completely lose my composure.

frustration bursting out at once. "Stop inventing things! Tell me the truth for once in your life! We both know why I ran. Stop pretending!" Dominic leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "See?" he said calmly. "This

I had barely finished saying Marcus's name when Dominic's expression transformed instantly. The mask of civility vanished, revealing something primitive and dangerous beneath it. He shot up from the chair so fast it startled me. Before I could react, his hands were around my neck, slamming 1/3 me back against the

Itri to speak, but the words came out weak and strangled. "It could be your child," I managed to whisper. "Would you really do something to your own child?" That question only seemed to enrage him

against the wall, instinctively clutching my neck as I struggled to catch my breath. I could already tell there would be marks. Physical evidence of his violence that no doctor should be able to ignore. But here, I knew they would. "You really fooled me all

reason to be this kind of person," he replied coolly, sending a chill through me. "It's a game, Madeline. You go back to behaving, and I go back to behaving." He walked toward the door but stopped before leaving, pointing at the bedside table where I hadn't noticed anything before. "Oh, and by