Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 153 Christian's POV With Zoey entering her twenty-fourth week-halfway through the sixth month-and under strict medical orders to avoid any stress, I'd decided to keep her as far away from our investigations as possible. Honestly, she scarcely seemed to miss it. She was completely absorbed in preparing the launch of our new organic line, which we had named Vintara, a name that captured both our family tradition and our sustainable innovation. Watching Zoey lead her PR team was like watching an artist at work.

She had pulled together an exceptional group of professionals who worked tirelessly, crafting concepts that balanced fresh, modern energy with Kensington's long-held traditions. Her ideas were bright and wildly creative. "Christian, imagine this," she said over breakfast, eyes shining with excitement. "We'll recreate the grape-stomping experience we had in Valentia.

Influencers will get to stomp the grapes, feel their connection to the land and the ancestral process." She gestured enthusiastically as she spoke, her passion contagious "We'll have creative tastings, unexpected pairings, storytelling about our family's origins," she added, touching the little bump that already made our future obvious. "I want people to feel like they're not just buying wine, but connecting with a real, authentic story." I loved seeing her like this. Happy, fulfilled, using all her creativity and professional skill for something that truly mattered to our family.

from stress and negativity. But on the other side of my day, I had much darker, far less pleasant matters to settle. That is why, on a Thursday morning, I boarded the jet

went ashen. He cut the call, straightened, and tried to regain his composure. "Christian," he said, forcing a weak smile. "What a surprise. What brings you to Solara?" I didn't answer. I set

samples taken directly from your vineyards." Edward tried to keep up a façade of indignation, but the panic was #lain in his eyes. "You're insane, Christian," he said, trying

false advertising. You cannot escape this." Edward looked at me with a mixture of anger and despair, but I could see he was weighing his limited options. I turned to leave, thinking the meeting was over, when his voice stopped me. "You know it was her, don't you?"

"You actually believe that, don't you?" I asked, shaking my head. "And that is precisely why you will not go to jail, Edward." I let him interpret that however he wanted. In fact, it