Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

“Afraid of me, I guess,” I said softly. “Afraid of actually being happy.”

Christian studied me for a moment, as if trying to absorb every layer of what I’d just confessed. His fingers traced. gentle patterns against mine, that familiar touch grounding me instantly.

“Explain that to me,” he said quietly.

I took a deep breath, trying to untangle thoughts that had lived buried in me for years. It wasn’t easy to put into words-the quiet ache of believing happiness wasn’t meant for people like me.

“I think neither of us really believes we can be happy in love,” I said finally. “You because you can’t let yourself fully trust anyone without expecting to be disappointed. And me… because I’ve never believed I was worthy of something truly good.”

His grip tightened around my hand, his eyes softening with a mix of understanding and hurt.

“Zoey…”

“No, let me finish,” I said gently. “All my life, I’ve settled for crumbs. With Alex, I let him push me aside over and over again. I let him cancel on me, treat me like an afterthought, make me feel like I didn’t matter. Because deep down, I thought that’s all I deserved.”

Pain flashed across Christian’s face at the mention of Alex, anger simmering beneath the surface.

“He never deserved you,” he said tightly.

“Maybe not,” I said. “But at the time, I thought I didn’t deserve better. Somewhere along the way, I learned to believe that my worth came from being convenient to others.”

Christian shifted in bed, ignoring the obvious pain that crossed his features. He wanted to see my face, to really look at me.

“And then you came along,” I said, a shaky laugh slipping through my tears. “With all your intensity, your focus, the way you looked at me like I was something precious. And I didn’t know what to do with that.”

“Because it felt too good to be true,” he said, instantly understanding.

“Exactly. And you…” I looked at him, really looked at him-the man who had once seemed untouchable and now lay bruised and fragile before me. “You’ve got your own scars. Francesca taught you to doubt anything that looked real.”

Christian’s jaw tightened at the mention of his ex.

“She taught me everyone has a price,” he admitted quietly. “That no matter how much someone says they love you, they’ll sell you out if the offer’s high enough.”

“And your parents taught you that love comes with conditions,” I added softly, remembering the stories he’d told me about his cold, distant childhood. “That you have to be perfect and self-sufficient to earn affection.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “What a pair we make, huh? The woman who thinks she doesn’t deserve love and the man who doesn’t believe it exists.”

“I still can’t quite believe it,” he said softly. “That we’re having a baby. That you’re carrying our child.”

“Me neither,” I admitted with a small, trembling smile. “But maybe that’s how happiness works. Maybe it’s not something you believe in first—it’s something you build. Brick by brick, choice by choice.”

“Even when it’s hard,” he said.

“Especially when it’s hard,” I corrected gently. “And it will be hard, Christian. We’ll have bad days, we’ll fight, we’ll make mistakes. But we have to remember what we just said-we have to remember that we’re choosing each other. Even when someone’s trying to sabotage me, trying to make me look guilty.”

Christian fell silent. I watched something shift in his expression-something dark, sharp, that made a chill crawl up my spine.

“Or when someone’s trying to kill me,” he said quietly.

It felt like a jolt of electricity ran through me.

“What?”

He looked at me, hesitation warring with grim certainty in his eyes. Whatever peace we’d found in the last few minutes cracked instantly under the weight of his next words.

“Zoey…” He took a slow, shaky breath, as if bracing himself to shatter the fragile calm between us. “That crash… it wasn’t an accident.”