Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

'Are you sure?" I asked, uneasy at the idea of being alone, even for a few minutes. "Absolutely. The room's right at the end of the hall. You can't miss it. I'll meet you there in five minutes." I followed the direction she'd indicated. The room at the end of the corridor was spacious, with light wooden floors, large windows overlooking a small inner garden, and mirrors that reflected the natural light softly. I pushed the door open, expecting an empty space-or maybe a few students getting ready for class. But the moment I looked inside, my heart stopped. Marcus was there.

Standing near the closed window, looking straight at me as if he'd been waiting for this moment for weeks. I froze, my hand still on the door handle, unable to move, to think, to breathe. It was him. Really him. Not a 1/3 hallucination or a desperate fantasy. The same man who had made me feel alive in the Maldives. Who had offered me a different life. The man I'd walked away from at the airport. "I heard about the wedding," he said, his voice calm, but heavy with an emotion I couldn't quite name.

ou shouldn't be here," I managed to whisper, my eyes darting instinctively to the door behind me, already calculating escape routes. "How did you...? Why are you...?" I scanned the room nervously, half-expecting Vivian or one of Dominic's guards to burst in at any second. "It's okay," Marcus said, taking a step toward me. "Olivia helped me set this up. No one can see us in here. The windows are tinted." "Olivia?" I repeated, still trying to process it. "She... you two know each other?" "Briefly," he answered, simply. Even with his assurances about privacy and safety, my anxiety didn't ease.

life. About to marry a dangerous man. Playing the victim when you could choose to walk away from all of this." "You don't understand," I shot back, tears burning behind my eyes. "You shouldn't

had written. Marcus stepped closer, his blue eyes studying me with an intensity that made my heart race dangerously. "Is that really what we agreed

two months collapsed. I melted into his arms like I was breathing properly for the first time in weeks, kissing him back with a desperation that scared me. As

you sure it's over?" he asked, his voice rough. I tried to regain control. Logic. All the reasons this was impossible. "It's for your own good," I whispered. "You don't understand the kind of people you're dealing with. If they find 2/3