Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 494

Chapter 494

Vivian’s POV

I stared at the nurse’s uniform laid out on the bed. Light green. Impeccable. Complete with an ID badge

that read “Julie Sanders – Nursing.”

I put the uniform on with trembling fingers, fastening each button, smoothing each crease. I pulled my hair into a tight bun before slipping on the disposable cap, hiding every last strand. The surgical mask came last, covering half my face and turning me into just another anonymous hospital employee.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

I didn’t recognize myself.

Maybe that was for the best.

I had already done many terrible things. Things I wasn’t proud of. I had lied, manipulated, looked the other way while things happened that made me sick just thinking about them. But involving a child… a

newborn…

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing deeply through the mask.

I knew I had said things. Things I knew Dominic wanted to hear. That had always been part of my plan. From the beginning. But I had never thought it would come to this. Never imagined he would go this far. That I would go this far.

But I had to do it. I had to carry out Dominic’s plan. Because if I didn’t, he would find someone else. And

whoever that someone else was wouldn’t have my… restraints.

“It’s almost over,” I whispered to my reflection, so softly I could barely hear myself. “It’ll all be over soon.”

I picked up the gym bag Dominic had given me-large, discreet, with more than enough space. My stomach twisted just thinking about what it was for.

I left the room and walked through the hospital corridors with steady steps, faking a confidence I didn’t

feel. The badge bounced lightly against my chest. No one looked at me twice. I was just another nurse

on shift.

Dominic had said he’d secured a fifteen-minute gap in the security cameras. Fifteen minutes. If I went over, I’d be caught. The cameras would come back online, and my face would be recorded forever.

Fifteen minutes. The clock was already ticking.

I reached the door leading to the staff-only area. I swiped the access card-the same one that should have been in the pocket of the real nurse, who at that very moment was unconscious inside some supply closet Dominic had chosen.

The light turned green. The lock clicked.

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I stepped inside.

The hallway was quieter here. Colder. My footsteps echoed softly against the linoleum floor. I followed the signs until I reached the nursery area, where the babies stayed when they weren’t in their mothers’

rooms.

I took one last deep breath before pushing the door open.

Two nurses were inside-one flipping through paperwork, the other adjusting one of the bassinets. The first one looked up and smiled in relief.

“Finally!” she said, immediately dropping the clipboard. “I’m starving.”

Perfect. I’d arrived exactly during the shift change, just like Dominic had planned.

The second nurse frowned, scanning the room as if she were looking for someone.

“Where’s Sandra?” she asked, clearly confused by the fact that I was alone. There were always two nurses assigned to the nursery.

Her gaze dropped to the gym bag slung over my shoulder, and she tilted her head.

“Are you new? I don’t recognize you.”

My heart slammed in my chest, but I kept my voice steady.

“No,” I said, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. “I’m just on a different rotation. I came straight from the gym-I didn’t have time to leave my bag in the locker room.”

I needed to change the subject. Fast.

“Sandra’s on her way,” I lied, walking farther into the room like I belonged there. “You can go. I’ve got this.”

The first nurse was already halfway out the door, clearly eager to clock out. But the second one hesitated, still studying me with an uncertain look.

“Are you sure? There are a lot of babies, and-”

“Come on,” the first nurse cut in, grabbing her colleague’s arm. “Look at them-they’re all asleep. She won’t have much to do right now. And I need food before I pass out.”

The second nurse still looked uneasy, but finally gave in.

“Alright,” she sighed. “But if anything happens, ask for help, okay?”

“Of course,” I said, and my voice sounded disturbingly normal.

They left, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

And I was alone.

I stood there for a moment, just breathing, listening to the quiet of the room broken only by the soft

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front bearing the baby’s name.

My eyes moved across the names until I found the one I was looking for.

Aurora Kensington.

I walked slowly toward her crib, every step feeling heavier than the last. The bag bumped against my leg, a constant reminder of what I was about to do.

I stopped beside the crib and looked down.

She was so small. Wrapped in a soft pink blanket, a white cap on her head, her tiny hands clenched into delicate fists. She slept deeply, eyes closed, her little mouth making faint sucking motions even in sleep.

She had Madeline’s features, I realized. The shape of her face. The small nose…

“I’m sorry for this, little one,” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

There was no time to hesitate. The clock was still ticking.

With hands that were surprisingly steady given how hard my heart was pounding, I lifted Aurora from the crib. She was so light. So fragile. I wrapped her more securely in the blanket, making sure she was warm and safe, and then-my throat tight-I placed her inside the gym bag.

She didn’t make a sound. Not a whimper. She stayed quiet as an angel, settling into the dark, cozy space, probably thinking she was still in her safe crib.

If only she knew.

I adjusted the bag carefully on my shoulder, making sure it was stable, that I wasn’t hurting her. I looked one last time at the empty crib, at the little card with her name.

Aurora Kensington.

Soon they would realize she was missing. Soon the entire hospital would be in chaos. Soon Madeline and Marcus would learn that their daughter had vanished.

But I would already be gone.

I left the nursery, closing the door softly behind me. I followed the route Dominic had planned-the fastest one, the emptiest one, avoiding the main areas of the hospital. Service stairwells instead of elevators. Staff corridors instead of public ones.

No one stopped me. No one even looked at me.

With every step, the bag on my shoulder felt heavier. Not from its physical weight, but from the weight of what I was doing. Of what I had just done.

Finally, I reached the back exit of the hospital. A heavy metal door that led to the staff parking lot. I pushed it open, and the cool night air hit me, so cold it burned my lungs.

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I pulled off the mask, breathing deeply. The night was dark, only a few streetlights illuminating the nearly empty lot.

A car-Dominic’s car, black and discreet-pulled up quickly beside me, the tires squealing softly against the asphalt.

I didn’t hesitate. I threw myself into the back seat, slamming the door shut harder than I meant to.

Dominic turned from the driver’s seat, his eyes locking onto mine in the rearview mirror.

“So?” he asked, tension clear in his voice. Expectation.

I looked down at the bag in my lap. Slowly, I opened it, revealing the pink bundle inside. The baby was still asleep, completely unaware that she had just been kidnapped.

“Done,” I said, my voice hollow.

Dominic smiled.

It was the most disturbing smile I had ever seen on his face-a mix of triumph, satisfaction, and something that looked almost like tenderness as he gazed at the child.

“Aurora,” he murmured, reaching out to lightly touch the pink blanket. “My little Aurora.”

What the hell had I just done?

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