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.

I replied. "You're my best friend and my maid of honor. If you don't think I'm 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 get me wrong. It wasn't

with Dominic. He was handsome, charming, polite... and rich. Not that the last part was so important, considering 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 seen as a symbol of tradition and leisure in Verdania. In recent years, though, popularity had declined, and business wasn't as profitable as it

Dominic Blackwood seemed to be that man. 1/3 1 I started to feel

so no one could see me in my dress before ceremony, I left the room and stepped into the 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

and held my breath, straining to keep listening. "We've already talked about this..." That was Dominic's voice. "I need her. I need her last name, the Sullivan family's reputation, and most of all, those parks. Ever since the police started investigating the hotels, I've needed a new, clean place to open my casinos. I spent five years putting up with this farce, Vivian. Now it's time. Either I get this front, or I