Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502

Madeline’s POV

Vivian shoved me into a car then slid into the driver’s seat. She started the engine and sped off, the tires screeching against the asphalt.

I sat in the passenger seat, completely numb. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just stared out the window as the scenery slipped by, growing darker, more remote.

She drove for about fifteen minutes, taking us farther and farther from the city, turning onto dirt roads, passing through areas that were utterly deserted.

And then it hit me.

The address Vivian had sent me was never the final destination. It had been a trap. A test. If I showed up with someone else, they would get rid of the extra person first.

Exactly like they did.

Marcus. God, Marcus.

The pain threatened to swallow me whole again, but I forced it down. I couldn’t think about him now. I couldn’t fall apart. Not yet. Aurora needed me. She needed me strong.

The car finally stopped in front of an old house. It wasn’t large, but it was isolated, surrounded by trees and thick vegetation. No lights from neighboring homes. No sounds of cars or people.

The perfect place to do whatever you wanted without being disturbed.

Vivian got out and opened my door, yanking me from the car without any gentleness. We walked up to the house-a creaky old wooden door that groaned as it opened.

Inside, it was surprisingly neat. Old furniture, but clean. Lights on. As if someone had carefully prepared everything. As if they had been waiting.

I looked around, my heart racing, searching for any sign of my daughter.

“Where is my daughter?” I asked. My voice came out hoarse, broken.

Vivian released my arm and walked a few steps ahead before turning to face me.

“First, Dominic wants to see you.”

Anger flared inside me for a brief second, burning through the numbness.

“Then let’s get this over with,” I said through clenched teeth.

Vivian slowly shook her head.

“Not yet.”

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Then she pointed to a corner of the room.

I followed her gaze, and the air was knocked completely from my lungs.

A wedding dress hung on a hanger. It was white and immaculate, with lace details cascading down the

fabric.

It wasn’t just any wedding dress.

It was that dress. The one I’d worn on the day of my failed wedding to Dominic. The dress I was wearing when I ran. When I jumped onto the back of a motorcycle with a complete stranger. When my life changed forever.

“He wants…” My voice broke. I tried again, but the words wouldn’t come. “He wants…?”

Vivian sighed, and I noticed a hint of exhaustion in her voice too. As if she were just as tired as I was. As if she were just as trapped in this madness as I was.

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“Just put the dress on, Madeline,” she said, avoiding my eyes. “By now, you should already know how things work with Dominic.”

I stared at the dress, and everything came rushing back at once. That day. The betrayal. The panic rising in my chest as I walked toward the altar. The absolute certainty that I couldn’t do it. That I couldn’t marry Dominic. That I couldn’t spend the rest of my life trapped with him.

So I ran.

I didn’t think twice before jumping onto the back of that motorcycle. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t question it. I just jumped on and screamed for him to go. And he did. He took me away to safety and freedom.

What was supposed to be a one-night thing between two strangers who didn’t even want to use their real names. Something casual. Something without consequences.

But it wasn’t.

It became the greatest love of my life. It became Marcus. Our family. Aurora.

And now he was there. Lying on the floor of a warehouse. Motionless. Dead.

Because of me.

And I didn’t even know where my daughter was. If she was okay. If she was scared. If she was crying

with no one to comfort her.

“Put the dress on, Madeline.”

Vivian’s voice pulled me back to the present. I looked at her, at the gun still in her hand, then back at the

dress.

“Will he give my daughter back if I do this?” I asked, my voice coming out small. I hated how it sounded. Weak. Defeated. But I had nothing left. No strength. No fight. Just the desperation of a mother who

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wanted her child back.

Vivian finally looked me in the eyes.

“That’s the plan,” she said. “He wants both of you. As much as he always said you were just temporary, that he only wanted what you brought him, that wasn’t true. Maybe you bruised his ego.”

Something in her tone made me pause. There was something there. Something underneath.

I gathered what little courage I had left.

“And that messes with yours too, doesn’t it?” I asked quietly. “You always thought he loved you. Is that why you do everything he wants? Is that why you just became a murderer?”

I saw it instantly-the change in her face. The mask of indifference cracked, revealing raw fury underneath.

Vivian let out a cold, humorless laugh.

“You don’t know anything,” she spat.

Then her voice rose, sharper, more aggressive, completely losing control.

“Put the damn dress on!”

I stepped back instinctively, but there was nowhere to go. Vivian stood between me and the door. She had a gun. And she had Aurora. Or at least knew where she was.

With shaking hands, I took the dress off the hanger. It was heavy. The lace scratched against my skin.

I turned my back to her and started taking off my clothes. Every movement was mechanical. Automatic. Like my body was operating on its own while my mind was somewhere else entirely.

I slipped into the dress slowly. It was tight. It didn’t fit right anymore. I’d gained weight since that day- pregnancy had changed me. But Vivian didn’t seem to care. She just watched, the gun never leaving me.

When I was done, I looked down. White. Lace. Exactly like that day.

But it wasn’t the same woman wearing it.

That Madeline had been scared, but she’d still had hope. She’d had a future. She’d had a chance.

This Madeline… this Madeline had just lost everything.

“Let’s go,” Vivian said, grabbing my arm again.

She led me through the house, past an old kitchen, down a narrow hallway, until we reached a back door.

She opened it, and the night air rushed in, carrying the scent of earth and flowers.

It was a garden.

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Small, but meticulously arranged. Chairs set up in rows, like a wedding. All of them empty. No guests. No

witnesses.

String lights hung from the surrounding trees, casting a soft, romantic glow that grotesquely clashed with the horror of the moment.

And at the far end, an improvised altar. A floral arch. A white runner laid out on the ground.

And there, waiting, stood Dominic.

He wore a flawless suit. Hair perfectly styled. A smile on his lips when he saw me.

As if this were normal. As if this were acceptable. As if he hadn’t just ordered the man I loved to be shot. As if he hadn’t kidnapped my daughter.

Vivian gently pushed me forward, guiding me down the makeshift aisle between the empty chairs.

Every step was torture. Every step pulled me closer to him. Farther from any chance of escape.

But Aurora. I had to find Aurora.

So I kept walking. One foot in front of the other. The dress dragging along the ground. My hands shaking.

Until I finally reached the altar.

Dominic looked me up and down, that smile never leaving his face.

“So,” he said, his voice smooth, almost kind, “shall we pick up where we left off?”

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