Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 705

Gwen's POV

The coffee still tasted bitter going down when I opened the first tag. The page loaded with one of those layouts that pretended to be journalism but ran on the same fuel as gossip. Certainty without proof.

Assumptions dressed up as facts. I skimmed fast, scanning the damage.

[COO of Kensington Valentia Involved in Child Kidnapping] I scrolled

[Sources close to the biological mother..]

[Experts say cases like this often involve parental alienation…]

[Gwen allegedly manipulated the child into rejecting her mother. ] Manipulated?

I read it again to make sure that was really the word. The narrative was neat. Gwen, billionaire, calculating, pregnant, jealous of the ex-wife.

I scrolled further.

[Suspiciously, amid the disappearance, the executive was the only one who 'intuitively' knew where to look...]

[After the public commotion, she positioned herself as the savior al] And then the line meant to slice clean through: [It is difficult to believe that, with the entire town searching for Isabella, only Gwen knew where to find her.] My hand tightened around the mug. It trembled with anger. I had lived through leaks.I had been a headline over ridiculous things. I knew the game. But this wasn't just about me. It dragged a child into it. I scrolled down, looking for anything that pointed to who had fed this story. What I found instead, in quotation marks, was an emotional statement from the "desperate mother." The article described tears. A trembling voice. A hand pressed to her chest. As if a text could film.

is my daughter

and his wife . And then the final line, crafted to sound fragile while cutting deep: "She has money.She has a powerful last name. If she decides to disappear with my

exactly when Nick walked into the kitchen. He was in a T-shirt, hair messy, his face still marked by a night that hadn't allowed real sleep. He looked

his voice

more damage." I pointed at the phone

the cow I'm talking about." Nick exhaled and stepped closer

him the article line by line. Halfway there, the

WAY. DO NOT DO ANYTHING BEFORE I GET THERE.] The capital letters felt like a brake being slammed. I lifted the phone and showed Nick the message first. He

"And this?" he asked.

the article. Nick scanned it, and I watched

can sue her," he said under his

any of it." I closed

"I know,"

need proof to happen." He was

Nick said. I followed him anyway. In the hallway, Martina was already stepping out of her bedroom. Her hair was pulled back in a rush, and she had that look of someone who had slept with one eye open.

it?" she

officer, simple uniform. The other in plain clothes, holding a folder with an ID badge hanging from his neck. Beside them, a woman with a large bag and

Social services.

Valemont?" the man

me," Nick