Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377

Vivian’s POV

Lying in Dominic’s bed, I watched the lights of Belmonte blink through the floor-to-ceiling windows while he lit cigarette beside me. I was still naked, my hair a mess from what we’d just done, and I felt completely satisfied-not just from the sex, but from the sweet taste of victory that grew richer by the day.

“She was so pathetic today,” I said, turning to study Dominic’s profile in the half-dark. “Like a little doll being dressed up for display.”

Dominic let out a low laugh, slowly exhaling smoke.

“Perfect. Two months was more than enough to break whatever rebellious spirit she had left,” he said, clearly pleased. “This time she won’t run before signing that marriage contract.”

The confidence in his voice made me smile. It was fascinating how a few weeks of psychological pressure and carefully placed threats could turn a stubborn woman into a compliant bride. Madeline had come back from the Maldives with an annoying spark of defiance, but we’d quickly taught her how things really worked.

“For you, it’s just a contract, isn’t it?” I asked.

He looked at me with that expression I knew so well. It was half amused and half condescending, like I’d asked something so obvious it barely deserved an answer.

“Of course it is,” he said, running his hand through my hair in slow strokes. “As much as her parents and I share common goals, they revive the parks and secure financial stability, I launder the money and get perfect locations for casinos. We can’t rely on trust alone.”

He paused, taking another thoughtful drag.

“People like us? Our word means nothing, and we all know that,” he continued, with a pragmatism that always impressed me. “But when families are legally bound through marriage, that’s different. There’s no backing out of the deal. Not for them. Not for me.”

The cold, calculated way he laid it all out fascinated me. Dominic treated human lives like pieces on a chessboard -always three moves ahead, always accounting for every possible angle. That was one of the things that attracted me most: his ability to see the whole picture without being slowed down by pointless sentimentality. That, and the way he made dirty money as effortlessly as most people racked up credit-card debt.

“Then you’re going to love knowing this,” I said, barely containing the malicious satisfaction rising in my chest. “The family is more united than you imagined. The little miss bland is pregnant.”

Dominic froze, cigarette halfway to his mouth, then turned fully toward me with genuine surprise on his face.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, like he needed to hear it again.

“Honestly, Dominic,” I laughed, propping myself up on one elbow so I could watch his reaction more closely. “I don’t know how you ever put up with a woman that boring in bed all those years. But yes. She’s pregnant. You just landed the biggest contract you could possibly ask for, because as the father of her child, you’ll be tied to her forever.”

I watched the exact moment the information fully clicked in his calculating mind. His dark eyes lit up with

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something almost animal, and I could practically hear the gears spinning-plans reshuffling, strategies adjusting, new possibilities unfolding that hadn’t existed five minutes earlier.

“That changes everything,” he murmured, more to himself than to me.

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or the better,” I said, fascinated by the transformation on his face. “A marriage can be annulled. It can end in divorce. But a child? A child binds two families forever.”

Dominic smiled in that way that always sent a shiver down my spine-not from fear, but from pure excitement. It was the smile of a predator who’d just realized his prey was far more vulnerable, and far more valuable, than he’d first calculated.

“Doesn’t that make you jealous?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone, like the idea of me being jealous of Madeline was some private joke between us.

“Of course not,” I replied without a second’s hesitation. “When you finally get rid of her, the kid goes too.”

It was the absolute truth. A very small part of me felt a flicker of something that might have passed for pity toward the child who would inevitably be dragged into this mess. But it wasn’t nearly enough to make me rethink anything. Not even for a moment. I’d waited too long, planned too carefully, sacrificed too much to let an unwanted baby get in the way now, when we were so close to final victory.

“And what if my plans to get rid of her are a little more… permanent?” Dominic asked, his voice low, heavy with an implication anyone with half a brain would understand.

I paused for a few seconds, fully absorbing what he was suggesting. Then I just shrugged.

“Then we dump the brat in some orphanage.”

The brutal simplicity of it clearly amused him. Dominic let out a low, satisfied laugh, crushing his cigarette into the crystal ashtray on the nightstand before pulling me closer against him on the bed.

“I really like the way you think,” he murmured, running his hand through my hair.

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