Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 377 Vivian's POV Lying in Dominic's bed, I watched the lights of Belmonte blink through the floor-to-ceiling windows while he lit cigarette beside me. I was still naked, my hair a mess from what we'd just done, and I felt completely satisfied-not just from the sex, but from the sweet taste of victory that grew richer by the day. "She was so pathetic today," I said, turning to study Dominic's profile in the half-dark. "Like a little doll being dressed up for display." Dominic let out a low laugh, slowly exhaling smoke. "Perfect.

Two months was more than enough to break whatever rebellious spirit she had left," he said, clearly pleased. "This time she won't run before signing that marriage contract." The confidence in his voice made me smile. It was fascinating how a few weeks of psychological pressure and carefully placed threats could turn a stubborn woman into a compliant bride. Madeline had come back from the Maldives with an annoying spark of defiance, but we'd quickly taught her how things really worked. "For you, it's just a contract, isn't it?" I asked. He looked at me with that expression I knew so well.

It was half amused and half condescending, like I'd asked something so obvious it barely deserved an answer. "Of course it is," he said, running his hand through my hair in slow strokes. "As much as her parents and I share common goals, they revive the parks and secure financial stability, I launder the money and get perfect locations for casinos. We can't rely on trust alone." He paused, taking another thoughtful drag. "People like us? Our word means nothing, and we all know that," he continued, with a pragmatism that always impressed me.

through marriage, that's different. There's no backing out of the deal. Not for them. Not for me." The cold, calculated way he laid it all out fascinated me. Dominic treated human lives like pieces on a chessboard -always three moves ahead, always accounting for every possible angle. That was one of the things that attracted me most: his ability to see the whole

me with genuine surprise on his face. "Pregnant?" he repeated, like he needed to hear it again. "Honestly, Dominic," I laughed, propping myself up on one elbow so I could watch his reaction more closely. "I don't know how you

calculating mind. His dark eyes lit up with 1/2 +25 Bonus something almost animal, and I could practically hear the gears spinning-plans reshuffling, strategies adjusting, new possibilities unfolding that hadn't existed five minutes earlier. "That changes everything," he murmured, more to himself than to me. 11

smiled in that way that always sent a shiver down my spine-not from fear, but from pure excitement. It was the smile of a predator who'd just realized his prey was far more vulnerable, and far more valuable, than he'd first calculated. "Doesn't that make you jealous?" he asked, amusement clear in his tone, like the idea of me being jealous of Madeline was some private joke between us. "Of course not,"