Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387

Madeline’s POV

The car glided smoothly through the streets of Belmonte as the city transformed around us. The lights of the Shy scrapers formed an urban constellation, blinking in a rhythm of their own, as if the metropolis had a beating heart. Night traffic was calmer than during the day, but there was still enough movement to create the city’s familiar symphony with distant horns, engines humming, and the constant background noise of a city that never truly sleeps.

Gwen sat relaxed beside me, scrolling idly through her phone, as if we were heading out to a casual dinner instead of running from a situation that could decide whether my son lived or died. Her calm was almost contagious, but adrenaline still rushed through my veins. Every muscle in my body was tight, braced for Dominic to appear at any second.

I looked out the window again, watching the buildings slide past like illuminated ghosts. I was leaving everything behind. My life. My family. My apartment, my clothes, my books, my memories. Everything that defined who I was would stay in this city, and I was heading toward a completely unknown future with people I had met only days ago.

The feeling was both liberating and terrifying.

“Gwen,” I broke the silence, my voice coming out weaker than I meant it to. “I need to call my cousin.”

She looked up from her phone, curiosity and concern mixing on her face.

“Olivia,” I explained quickly. “I left my phone behind at the clinic. If she doesn’t hear from me, she’s going to panic. She’ll try to find me and call my parents. She might even go to the police.”

Gwen sighed and slipped her phone into her purse, giving me her full attention.

“Madeline,” she said firmly, though not without kindness, “it’s not safe.”

“What do you mean?”

“If Olivia is being monitored, any contact could give away our location. You ran just a few hours ago. Dominic and his family have probably already figured it out and are mobilizing everything they have to find you.”

My stomach twisted. Gwen’s logic was flawless, but the guilt of leaving Olivia in the dark was almost unbearable.

“But she’ll be worried,” I insisted. “She was the only person who supported me when I found out about Dominic. The only one who encouraged me to run. I can’t just disappear from her life without an explanation.”

“Olivia is an adult,” Gwen replied, her voice steady with that pragmatic tone I was starting to recognize as her trademark. “She knows how to take care of herself. Right now, the priority is the baby.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, not because they were cruel, but because they were absolutely true. Instinctively, I brought my hand to my stomach, where my son was growing, unaware of all this chaos. Every decision I made from now on would have to put his safety first, above everything else.

That didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I know you’re right,” I murmured, turning back to the window. “But I feel awful for leaving her behind.”

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“That feeling makes sense,” Gwen said, her voice softening. “But you’re not abandoning Olivia. You’re protecting yourself. And when all of this is over, you’ll be able to reconnect.”

The word ‘when’ echoed in my mind. Not if, but when. There was a confidence in Gwen’s voice that I wished I could feel myself.

As the car continued through the city, I couldn’t stop thinking about how my life had become a series of stolen choices. First, the forced marriage to Dominic. Then the constant manipulation, decisions made by other people, the feeling of being a pawn in a game I didn’t even fully understand. And now, even the chance to take care of Olivia, to protect the person who had always protected me, had been taken from me.

But maybe that was part of growing up. Maybe becoming a mother meant learning to make hard choices. Choices that hurt, but were necessary to protect the ones who depended on you. My baby had no say in any of this. I was his only shield, his only chance at survival. If that meant leaving some people behind, even temporarily, then maybe it was a sacrifice I had to make.

The thought left me with a strange mix of strength and sadness.

About forty minutes later, the car began to slow. I looked around and realized we were approaching Crownfield Airport. But instead of heading toward the main entrance, the driver turned into a side area I’d never seen before.

“VIP entrance,” Gwen explained, noticing my confusion.

Uniformed guards waved us through, lifting a barrier automatically. There were no ID checks. No questions. No waiting. We passed straight through, like royalty entering a private domain.

As we drove through a restricted area I hadn’t even known existed, an uneasy realization settled in. My family was wealthy and influential, but the Sullivan name would never grant this kind of immediate, effortless access. Our amusement parks brought social status, but not this level of political and economic power, the kind that opened doors without anyone even needing to knock.

A disturbing thought crept into my mind. What if escaping Dominic’s prison only meant falling into another one, just with different guards? The Kensingtons clearly had resources and influence that made my previous life look almost amateur. And I was handing myself over to them completely without questions or without truly knowing their motives.

I swallowed the thought quickly. I couldn’t afford paranoia now. I had to trust them, because the alternative was going back to Dominic and accepting that my son would become a hostage in a game I could never win.

The car stopped in front of a private hangar. We got out and walked down a brightly lit corridor that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. At the end of it, through glass doors, I saw our destination.

The Kensington jet stood there, sleek and flawless, the crew already in place and waiting. The colors were discreet but luxurious, and even for someone used to a certain level of comfort, it was impossible not to be impressed by the aircraft’s sophistication.

“Where are we going?” I asked, finally voicing the question I’d been avoiding ever since Gwen mentioned the trip.

Gwen squeezed my hand, her blue eyes shining with a mix of excitement and determination.

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“To the Kensingtons’ private paradise,” she said with a smile that managed to be both mysterious and reassuring at the same time.

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