Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 364 Three Days Ago, Madeline's POV On the day of my wedding, everything around me seemed wrapped in an aura of anticipation. The atmosphere in the rented mansion where the ceremony would take place was thick with tension and expectation, as if every corner carried the responsibility of making this day perfect. My heart beat erratically, and every thought was a hirlwind of nerves and excitement. I ran my hand over the cool silk, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle in my dress. For the third time. Or the fourth. I was nervous. Very nervous.

This was the most important day of my life, and absolutely nothing had the right to go off plan. Not even an imaginary wrinkle in my dress. Facing the mirror, I stared at the reflection of a more dreamy version of myself. The wedding dress, a vision of elegance, fell softly to the floor in layers of fabric that seemed to float. There was something almost magical in every detail, from the lace bodice to the delicate embroidery adorning the skirt. The pure white shade stood out against my glowing skin, as if I were a blank page about to be filled with a new and exciting story.

My light brown hair, meticulously styled in soft waves, caught the light pouring into the room, giving my appearance a special glow. My makeup was subtle, highlighting my honey-colored eyes and giving them an almost hypnotic depth. I, Madeline Sullivan-looked perfect. And I knew it. So why did that twisting feeling in my stomach insist on warning me that a disaster was quietly on its way? "You look stunning, Madeline," Vivian said as she adjusted a rebellious strand of my hair, smiling. "I swear I've never seen a more beautiful bride in my life." "That doesn't count.

beautiful, who will?" She laughed. "Well, I'm pretty sure everyone out there will. Now stay right here, because as your best friend and maid of honor, I think what you really need is something a little stronger than champagne." "Oh, please, do that for me," I said, hearing my own desperation in my voice. "And bring a whole bottle of whatever you find!" Don't

my own family was very well-off. My parents owned a respected chain of amusement parks, Sullivan Parks, which had shaped entire generations and were

capable of preserving the family name and keeping it within the same prestigious social circle. Dominic Blackwood seemed to be that man. 1/3 1 I started to feel uncomfortably warm and lowered the air-conditioning temperature.

hallway. Maybe Vivian was with the other bridesmaids, and if she wasn't, one of them could take on the very important task of getting the bride properly tipsy. But as I moved down the mansion's corridor, I heard Vivian's voice coming from a room with the door slightly ajar. I was about to walk in and call for my best friend when- "...it should've been me in that wedding

the hotels, I've needed a new, clean place to open my casinos. I spent