Todos los capítulos de Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Capítulo 601 - Capítulo 610

Gwen's POV Dinner was being held at the spot we'd set up a few weeks ago, the highest point on the property with that unbeatable sunset view. But now it was different. Transformed. It wasn't makeshift anymore. Nick had invested in it. He'd built a rustic wooden roof with clay tiles that protected us from the rain while still keeping that open-air feel. He'd installed sturdy wooden tables, long comfortable benches, and upgraded the lighting with fixtures that looked like old lanterns hanging from twisted wires stretched across the beams. And somehow, none of it took away from the authenticity. It was still rustic. Still real. Just more solid. More intentional. All the guests were there tonight, not just Darius and Laura. About twenty people were scattered across the tables, enjoying Martina's incredible food, drinking wine from our own vineyard, chatting animatedly while the orange sky washed everything in that magical golden light. It was going surprisingly well, considerin

Gwen's POV "I think you know exactly what," I replied, my own voice so low I barely recognized it. He smiled. It wasn't a gentle smile. It was the kind that promised things that made my thighs press together without me even thinking about it. His hands, which had been resting politely on my waist, started to move. Sliding up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine before drifting back down to the hem of my shirt. He pulled the fabric up slowly. So slowly that every inch of exposed skin seemed to burn when the cool air touched it before his hands replaced it. I lifted my arms, letting him remove it completely. He tossed it aside without ceremony, his eyes roaming over my body in a way that made me feel far more naked than I actually was. "Lie down," he said, and it wasn't a request. I sank back into the soft cushions, my body melting into them as he knelt beside me. His hands moved to the buttons of my pants. He undid each one with deliberate slowness, clearly t

Gwen's POV Bella grabbed my hand as we walked downstairs together, still chatting about the panna cotta she'd saved so carefully. "And there's strawberry sauce," she explained excitedly. "Grandma Martina said it's the best part." "It definitely is," I agreed, smiling at her genuine excitement. We reached the kitchen, where the smell of fresh coffee and homemade bread filled the air. Nick was already there, leaning against the counter while talking to Martina as she stirred something on the stove. Paula was setting plates and silverware on the big wooden table. When we walked in, all eyes turned to us. I helped Bella climb onto one of the tall stools at the counter, making sure she was steady before turning around. "Good morning," I said, trying to sound casual even though I could feel the three of them watching me in very different ways. "Good morning," Martina replied with a warm smile. "Sleep well?" Before I could answer, and definitely before I could come up with s

Gwen's POV Monday showed up with an impossible pile of work waiting on my desk. Missing all of Friday had caused things to stack up at an alarming rate. Winery performance reports, Valentian market analysis, expansion proposals for new distributors, contracts that needed review before signing, overdue vintage evaluations. Things that had to get done whether I had time for them or not. I was sitting in my office at Kensington, eating straight out of a delivery container while scrolling through page after page of documents on my computer. Numbers. Charts. Projections. Mia sat across from me, eating too, but looking a lot more relaxed than I felt. "You look like you haven't slept in a week," Mia commented, studying me critically over her Caesar salad. "Seriously, Gwen. I've got this amazing new eye cream that works miracles on dark circles. I'll bring it tomorrow." "Technically," I said without taking my eyes off the spreadsheet on my screen, "I didn't sleep much Saturday nigh

Gwen's POV It was Christian standing in the doorway of my office. Mia was the first to react. She shot up from her chair like she'd been electrocuted, hugged our cousin quickly, and before I could even process what was happening, she was already grabbing her phone and purse. "I just remembered I have a call with legal," she announced dramatically. "Like… right now." As she passed him, she made a face and mouthed slowly at me: he's mad. Of course he was mad. For him to leave Verdania, cross the ocean, and come talk to me in person? He was furious. Damn it. Christian closed the door behind him and only then turned fully toward me. "I asked you for one thing," he began without preamble. His voice was low, controlled, which was worse than yelling. "One. Don't mix your personal life with Kensington business. You know that always ends badly, Gwen." I crossed my arms, more to hide the fact that my hands were shaking than out of defiance. "It would've ended worse if I'd u