Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 385 Madeline's POV "Yes," the girl at the door replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Kensington, like the wines. And you 1st be Madeline Sullivan. Sullivan, like the parks." I laughed despite the tension twisting my stomach. It was impossible not to smile as her energy was contagious, like a force of nature. "Come in, come in..." she said animatedly, opening the door wide. "My name's Gwen." "I didn't want to be a bother, but-" "A bother?" Gwen cut me off, closing the door behind me with a soft click and guiding me into the luxurious apartment.

"You're not bothering anyone! We're practically sisters!" I stopped in the middle of the living room, confused by that unexpected declaration from a complete stranger. The apartment was even more impressive inside than I'd imagined-soaring ceilings, massive windows with a panoramic view of Belmonte, furniture that clearly cost a fortune. There was something almost unreal about the place, like I'd stepped into a parallel world where problems like mine didn't exist. "What do you mean?" I managed, still taking it all in.

"Well, when I was seven, I loved the Sullivan parks so much that I decided I was going to live there forever," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, like it was her most treasured memory. "I ran away from my mom and hid inside that ride that was a giant dollhouse. You remember it, right? All pink, three stories tall, with real miniature furniture." Of course I remembered. The Giant Dollhouse had been one of the park's most popular attractions when I was a kid. My father was proud of it. He said it had been inspired by Disney castles, but with a Verdanian twist.

park caused?" Despite everything that I was going through, I couldn't stop a genuine laugh. The image of a tiny girl bossing

park, you know? One of those symbolic gold keys you gave special visitors." "I do!" I said, smiling at the memory. "I still have it," she said. "Kept it like a treasure. I spent weeks telling everyone I owned the parks." Then she looked at me with an intensity that didn't match the lighthearted story. "I still consider myself an heir,

her, mesmerized, not entirely sure what to say. There was something almost magical about the way 1/3 she spoke, like she truly believed that golden key had created a bond that went far beyond paperwork or bloodlines. Gwen laughed, breakin any room. the solemn moment with a bright, crystalline laugh that seemed capable of lighting up "I'm

my belly, where my baby was growing, unaware of all the danger surrounding us. "I need help," I whispered

was something I barely remembered how to feel. For weeks now, I'd been living in a constant state of fear, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for Dominic to appear and claim what he believed belonged to him. "I'll accept anything," I blurted out, the words spilling out in a desperate rush. "My baby is in danger because... because I don't actually know who the father is. And my fiancé won't accept that it might not be him." Gwen studied me for a moment, her bright blue eyes scanning my face as if she could