Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493

Vivian’s POV

I was lying on the hospital bed, flipping through TV channels without really paying attention to any of them, when the door flew open so hard it slammed against the wall.

Dominic stormed in like a hurricane.

I shot upright on instinct, the remote slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor as my heart started racing. I had never seen him like this-his face flushed with rage, his eyes practically sparking, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles jumping even from across the room. He was gripping a brown paper bag in one hand, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing it.

“Dominic, what-?”

“His daughter!” he shouted, and I instinctively took a step back. “That damn child is his daughter!”

For a second, my brain refused to catch up. Then it clicked. The baby. Madeline had given birth.

Dominic crossed the room in furious strides and slammed the bag down on the dresser so hard it knocked over the lamp. He turned and, with a violent sweep of his arm, sent everything on the nightstand flying-glasses, the ice bucket, my phone-all of it crashing to the floor in a deafening noise.

“Kensington!” he spat the name like poison. “That son of a bitch pulled it off! He took what was mine!”

I stayed frozen where I was, making myself as small as possible, every muscle in my body locked tight. I had seen Dominic angry before. I had seen him irritated, frustrated, even cruel. But this… this was different. This was pure, unfiltered, dangerous rage.

He paced the room like a caged animal, dragging his hands through his hair, destroying the perfectly styled look he always maintained.

I took a slow breath, trying to find the courage to speak.

“Did you… did you already get a DNA test?” I asked carefully, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.

Dominic spun toward me so fast I stepped back again. His eyes were wild, almost unrecognizable.

“DNA?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it-only bitterness. “Those EYES are more than any DNA, Vivian. Those damn Kensington BLUE eyes. Unmistakable. Undeniable.”

My stomach dropped. So it was true. The baby was Marcus’s.

“But you’re still going to request one, right?” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Forge the documents?”

Dominic stopped pacing. For a long moment, he just stood there with his back to me, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Then, slowly, he turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, as if all that rage had suddenly condensed into something colder. Sharper. More calculated.

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That scared me even more than the fury.

“Time is running out,” he said, his voice now dangerously calm. His hands were clasped in front of him, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. “I know the Kensingtons are on my trail. The label swaps, the poisonings… they’re gathering evidence. It’s only a matter of time before they have something solid.”

I heard the words, but I couldn’t stop the chill that ran down my spine. He was talking about it so openly, so casually, like he was discussing the weather.

“You need leverage,” I murmured, finally understanding where this was heading.

His eyes lifted to meet mine, and the look in them made me want to run out of that room and never look

back.

“Exactly,” he confirmed, a slow smile spreading across his lips. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was the smile of a predator who had just caught the scent of prey.

“Let me guess,” I said, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted it to. “The leverage is the baby.”

“Little Aurora,” he practically purred her name, and there was something so disturbing in the way he said it that nausea rolled through me. “First I take the girl. Then Madeline follows.”

“Marcus would never allow that,” I said, unsure whether I was trying to argue with Dominic or simply stating an obvious truth.

Dominic’s smile widened.

“Oh, I have plans for dear Marcus too,” he said, and there was a dark promise in his tone that made me

swallow hard.

“What kind of plans?” I asked, even though I wasn’t sure I really wanted to hear the answer.

Dominic rose from the bed in one smooth movement, adjusting his suit as if he hadn’t just destroyed half the room in a fit of rage. The mask of control was back in place, the cold, calculating businessman replacing the unhinged maniac from moments before.

“You’ll find out in due time,” he replied, his voice returning to that professional, detached tone I knew so well. “For now, we have more immediate matters to deal with.”

I looked at him, confused and uneasy.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “But what are you going to do now? What are you going to do about the baby?”

Dominic walked over to the dresser where he’d thrown the brown paper bag earlier. This time, he picked it up carefully-almost reverently-and turned back to me. His eyes locked onto mine, and something in

them made me want to step back, to run, to scream.

“Me?” he said, a hint of amusement now coloring his voice. “I’m not going to do anything, Vivian.”

He crossed the room toward me, each step measured and deliberate. I reached out automatically when

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he held the bag out to me, my fingers closing around the rough paper before my mind fully caught up with what was happening.

“You are,” he finished, placing the bag in my hands.

I stood there holding it, my grip tightening instinctively. I looked up at him, confused, waiting for an explanation. But he had already turned away, heading for the door, straightening his suit.

He stopped in the doorway.

“Don’t take too long,” was all he said before closing the door behind him.

I remained standing in the middle of the wrecked room, clutching the brown paper bag. My heart pounded in my ears, every instinct screaming that I wasn’t going to like what was inside.

With trembling hands, I slowly opened the bag. The paper crinkled loudly in the silence of the room. I looked inside.

And let out a long breath.

“Shit,” I muttered.

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