Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 160 +25 Banus Chapter 160 The day of the Vintara launch had finally arrived, and I woke up with a rush of nerves and excitement coursing through my veins. After months of meticulous planning, attempted sabotage, high-risk pregnancy, and the family patriarch's heart surgery, it was finally time to show the world what Kensington was truly capable of. The event was divided into two main parts. Today, Saturday, would be the exclusive gathering for family, close friends, the press, and a handpicked selection of influencers.

Everything would take place right here on the Kensington estate, in the vineyards of the Highridge Valley-the land I'd come to love so deeply. Tomorrow, Sunday, we'd head to Verdania Wine Expo, the biggest wine fair in the South of Verdania, where dozens of wineries would showcase their products to the public. That would be our official introduction to the broader market. Even seven months pregnant and moving slower than usual, I'd been on my feet since six in the morning, checking every last detail personally to make sure everything went exactly as planned.

The day's schedule was packed with immersive experiences designed to highlight every aspect of our new organic line. In the morning, guests would tour the vineyards, learning about our heritage and sustainable methods. After that, a gourmet picnic among the vines, complete with special pairings created by our sommelier. At noon, we'd host the part I was most excited about: the grape stomp.

I'd convinced Christian to recreate that magical experience we'd shared in Tuscany, setting up special tanks so guests could literally step into the winemaking process and feel that ancestral connection for themselves. The afternoon would be more technical, with visits to the cellars and detailed explanations of our organic fermentation methods, followed by press interviews and the company's official statements. And finally, as dusk settled, the closing party in the mansion's grand ballroom-live music, more tastings, and the formal unveiling of the Vintara line. "Mrs.

make him rest. "

exclaimed when he saw me. "Tutto è perfecto! Everything's perfect! You've exceeded even my highest expectations!" "It's too early to celebrate, Grandpa," I said with a laugh. "The day's only just begun." "Nonsense!" he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I can feel

smiles perfectly measured-and somehow, that made me even more uneasy. Christian noticed my reaction instantly. "Don't worry about them," he murmured close to my ear. "Anthony can't pull anything here. It's just family protocol." "I know," I said, forcing a small smile, but I kept a discreet

guests clearly impressed by our sustainable techniques. The picnic among the vines created exactly the warm, elegant atmosphere I'd envisioned. And the grape stomp-God, the grape stomp was pure magic. Watching wine

about the vision behind Vintara with that natural passion that always drew people in. Joseph gave a few heartfelt statements about tradition and innovation, the kind of quotes I knew the press would eat up. 1/2 By the time the evening gala began in the ballroom, I finally allowed myself to breathe. The place looked stunning-soft golden lights, a decor that blended classic elegance with modern touches, the perfect soundtrack floating

found me near the bar, where I was watching our guests laugh and toast with glasses of our new line. "May I have this dance?" he asked, extending his hand with mock allantry. "With this belly?" I laughed, but slipped my hand into his anyway. "Especially with this belly," he said, guiding me toward the center of the room. "You look radiant tonight." We began to dance