Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

The afternoon sun streamed softly through the living room window as I adjusted the bouquet Isabelle had brought earlier that morning-a sweet attempt to make the house feel even cozier for Matt. Annie was sprawled across the couch beside me, flipping idly through a Euradian fashion magazine she’d bought for “inspiration for her new life, ” as she called it.

“I still can’t believe how fast justice works when you’ve got money and influence,” I said, arranging the last few petals in the vase. “In just a few weeks, everything’s practically wrapped up.”

“Money moves mountains, sis,” Annie replied without looking up, her tone laced with that dry sarcasm I knew so well. “And when you’ve got high-priced lawyers, powerful contacts, and undeniable evidence, the justice system suddenly runs like a well-oiled machine.”

She wasn’t wrong. Francesca had managed to get house arrest for “cooperating extensively” with the investigation, her ankle monitor now a permanent accessory. Elise and Lawrence, though, were both behind bars -Elise in a specialized unit because of her injuries, and Lawrence in a maximum-security facility. The official trial was still months away, but every lawyer assured us they’d both pay for what they’d done.

“At least this time, justice is actually on our side,” Annie added, finally setting the magazine aside and turning to face me. “And honestly, after everything they put you through, it’s still not enough.”

“What I’ll never understand,” I said, sinking into the sofa beside her, “is where all that hatred from Elise came from. I really thought, at one point, we were genuinely friends.”

Annie shrugged, as if the answer were obvious.

“Some people are your friends until they see you doing better than them,” she said bluntly. “Then they’re not. Because they need to be on top, to feel superior somehow. And that’s exactly who Elise was-pure jealousy wearing friendship as a mask.”

“But I never did anything to-”

“You don’t have to,” Annie interrupted softly. “Some people just can’t handle someone else’s happiness. Even after she stole your fiancé, you went on to find real love, built a beautiful family, and became part of a world she always wanted for herself. For someone like Elise, your very existence was a reminder of everything she couldn’t have.”

I sighed, hugging a cushion to my chest.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said at last. “It’s in the past. The only thing I need to worry about now is Matt’s baptism.”

“And your sister, who’s about to run off to London right after,” Annie teased, giving me a mischievous grin, though I caught the faint sadness behind her eyes.

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving me,” I said with a mock pout, pretending to be more upset than I really was. Truthfully, I was proud-so incredibly proud of her courage, of how she’d chosen to chase her own dreams.

“Of course I’m not abandoning you,” Annie laughed, pulling me closer on the couch. “Like you said once, Euradia’s just around the corner when you’re a Kensington. You can visit anytime. Actually, you have to visit. Someone’s got to make sure I’m behaving myself overseas.”

“And you’d better come back often,” I insisted. “Matt needs his favorite aunt around.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting I’m the favorite?” she said with a triumphant grin. “I’m definitely telling Gwen that.”

We fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence like we had since we were little. It was Annie who broke it, her voice soft and nostalgic.

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