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.

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 picture without being slowed down by pointless sentimentality. That, and the way he made dirty money as effortlessly as most people racked up credit-card

froze, cigarette halfway to his mouth, then turned fully toward 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 ever put up with a woman that boring in bed all those years. But

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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