Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 121 Christian's POV +30 Bonus I heard Zoey's footsteps coming toward the kitchen, but I couldn't take my eyes off the wooden box sitting in the pantry-its lid sealed, an envelope pinned neatly to the top. "What's wrong?" Zoey's voice came from behind me, tight, uneasy. I grabbed the box and set it on the counter, yanking the envelope off with more force than I meant to. "You want to tell me what this is doing here?" My voice came out harder than I'd intended. "Christian..." she started, but I was already opening the envelope.

Inside was a card, the gold lettering gleaming under the kitchen light like a verdict being handed down. [To our most valued collaborator, A small token of appreciation for all your contributions. Your role has been essential. Edward Mendez, Director - Sunvale Winery.] The blood drained from my face. I read the words twice, then a third time, as if repetition might make them mean something else. ""Most valued collaborator'?" I read aloud, my voice dangerously low. ""Contributions'? 'Essential role'?" I lifted my gaze to Zoey.

She had taken a step back, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "What is he talking about, Zoey?" "I... I don't know," she said, but there was hesitation in her voice-a crack I hadn't heard before. "You don't know?" I turned back to the box, realizing it was still sealed. "Then let's find out together, shall we?" I opened it slowly. Inside, six bottles lay nestled in straw. When I saw the labels, the air seemed to leave the room. TerraVine - Sunvale Winery. My project. Every detail-the branding, the marketing concept, even the typography-was mine. It was ours.

And now it sat on my kitchen counter wearing another company's logo. "They actually did it," I muttered, my hands shaking as I picked up one of the bottles. "Christian, I can explain-" "Can you?" I turned toward her, holding up the bottle like evidence in a trial. "Because I would love to hear an explanation for why you have, in your apartment, products created from stolen Kensington data." "Edward sent them," she blurted out. "I had no idea what" "And that didn't seem strange to you?" My voice rose, sharper now.

meant. I still don't." "You don't know?" I snatched up the card again, my pulse pounding in my ears.

evidence sitting on my kitchen counter made that almost impossible. The question hung in the air between us like a blade. I wanted to believe

a product that's identical to the project I've spent years developing. And now I find this in your home, with a card thanking you." "But that doesn't mean I-" "Doesn't mean?" I cut her off,

ran a hand through my hair, my pulse hammering. "How it looks

finally, each word like glass in my throat. The sob that tore from her broke something inside me. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling. "You really think that of me," she said through her tears. "After everything we've been through, you think I could betray you like that?" "I don't want to believe it," I said, my own voice unsteady now. "But the evidence-" "What evidence?" She dropped her hands, meeting

bottles I never opened?" "Edward wouldn't send this without a reason, Zoey. Companies don't send expensive gifts to former employees who worked for them a few weeks. Not with notes thanking them for their 'contributions."" "So you've already decided." She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, anger flickering through the 213 Captes 12