Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511

Madeline’s POV

“Yes,” Vivian said, and her voice was strangely calm. Resigned. “You’re right. I am a fucking bitch. I did a lot of things I’m not proud of.”

She shrugged, like she was commenting on the weather.

“But I’m not a murderer, Madeline.”

Something inside me snapped.

“Yes you are!” I screamed, lunging toward her. “You killed my Marcus! I saw you shoot him!”

The tears came back hard, spilling down my face as my voice completely broke.

“You shot him and he fell and there was so much blood and he… he…”

I couldn’t finish. I collapsed, sobs wracking my body.

Vivian watched me for a moment. Then she said calmly,

“Shoulder shot. Precise.”

I lifted my head sharply, staring at her through blurred vision.

“What?”

“Upper trapezius muscle,” she continued, almost clinically. “Painful enough to cause heavy bleeding and make him pass out. Enough for Dominic who was watching through the cameras to believe I’d done what was required. But far from any vital organ. Far from major arteries. Far from anything that could actually kill him.”

My mind struggled to process her words.

“He’s going to be fine,” Vivian said. And for the first time since I’d met her, I saw something like kindness in her eyes. “Especially if he got help quickly. Which I knew he would-once he activated that car tracker before going into the warehouse.”

The world stopped.

“Marcus…” I whispered. My voice barely came out. “Marcus is alive?”

But then reality-fear, disbelief-came rushing back.

“No. No,” I shook my head hard. “I saw it. I saw you shoot him. I saw him fall. There was blood everywhere. I-I don’t believe you!”

Vivian sighed, like she was dealing with a stubborn child. She pulled her phone from her pocket and unlocked it, her fingers moving quickly over the screen.

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“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling.

She didn’t answer. Just kept tapping, opening something-an app, maybe. Skipping forward. Back. Her eyes locked on the screen.

“Here,” she finally said, turning the phone toward me.

On the screen, I saw security footage.

The warehouse.

Then a car pulling up. People getting out. Uniforms.

“The meddling cousin,” Vivian said, almost fondly. “See?”

The image showed Christian running into the warehouse. Paramedics right behind him. And then-

Then I saw Marcus.

Being lifted onto a stretcher. Being carried out.

“And the rescue,” Vivian continued. “They’re stabilizing him. Loading him into the ambulance. Not a black body bag.”

My legs gave out. I dropped to my knees right there in the garden, the phone still in front of me showing that impossible, miraculous image.

Marcus was on a stretcher, alive.

“Marcus,” I whispered, my voice shattering completely. Tears of joy and relief poured down my face.” You’re alive… you’re going to be okay… our family is going to be okay…”

I covered my face with my hands, sobbing. Marcus was alive. Aurora was safe. Our family was going to

be okay.

We were going to be okay.

Vivian put the phone away, cutting through my moment.

“And I had nothing to do with the poisonings either,” she said, her voice returning to that practical tone. “I didn’t know. Dominic tested the plan on me first. He poisoned me too.”

I stared at her, still trying to process everything.

“When I recovered… it had already happened,” she went on, bitterness threading her voice. “That part is easy to prove. Hospital records. Dates. Everything’s there.”

She walked slowly to the altar where Dominic had been waiting for me just minutes earlier and picked up a folder lying there.

“What might not be so easy,” she said, coming back and holding the folder out to me, “is proving all of Dominic’s schemes. But this should help.”

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I took the folder with shaking hands and opened it. Inside were dozens-maybe hundreds-of documents. I flipped through them quickly. Contracts. Printed emails. Photos. Bank statements. Transcribed recordings.

“What…?” My voice faltered. “What is this?”

“A dossier on Dominic,” Vivian said simply. “All his crimes. Every setup. Every accomplice. Everything. Including the corruption network he had in his pocket. And even Francesca Monteiro-with everything needed to move her from house arrest to an actual prison cell.”

I kept flipping pages, my eyes widening with each one. Years of evidence. Years of meticulous planning.

“In short,” Vivian said, “everything you need to clear the Kensington name and put the right people behind bars.”

She paused.

“It’s worthless in my hands, of course. You need someone influential to move an investigation like this forward. Someone like your husband.”

I looked at her, still holding the folder like it was solid gold.

“And you?” I asked, my voice gaining strength again. “You think you’re just going to walk away? Get out of everything you’ve done?”

I stepped closer, facing her.

“I understand your motivations, Vivian. I understand your pain. Your rage. But you’re still buried in this up to your neck. You made choices. Choices that hurt people.”

Vivian looked away, suddenly seeming… small. Vulnerable.

“We’ll talk about me later,” she said quickly, like she didn’t want to think about it. “First, I need to ask you one more thing. A favor, this time.”

“Why would I do you a favor?” I asked, incredulous.

She looked back at me, and there was desperation in her eyes now.

“Because in the end, I saved your life. I saved your husband’s life. And I gave you your daughter back. All while knowing the exact moment to get rid of Dominic and end all your problems too.”

She paused.

“And if you don’t want to do this as a favor to me… do it for Cecilia. Who is just as much Dominic’s victim

as you are.”

I stayed silent for a long moment.

She was right. Cecilia was innocent. Cecilia deserved something after everything.

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“What do you need me to do?” I asked finally.

Vivian took a deep breath, like she was bracing herself.

“You know that document Dominic signed at the altar?” she said. “It wasn’t a marriage certificate. It was an acknowledgment of paternity with a patrimonial donation clause. All in one. Clean. Legal. He recognizes my niece as his daughter and transfers half of everything-properties, shares, investments- to her. Irrevocable.”

My eyes flew open.

“He didn’t even read it,” Vivian went on, triumph in her voice. “He just signed where I pointed.”

She stepped closer, and for the first time since all of this began, she looked… pleading.

“Make sure it’s enforced. Promise me.”

“I-I…” I started, but I didn’t know what to say.

“Madeline, please,” she cut in, her voice breaking. “Promise me. Everything I did was for this moment. Killing that bastard and giving my sister and my niece some comfort. Some justice. Some kind of compensation for what he stole from us.”

I looked at her-this complicated woman, cruel at times, desperate always. The woman who had shot the man I loved but also kept him alive. Who had terrified me and also saved me.

“I promise,” I said finally. “But… why don’t you make sure it’s enforced yourself, if the document is legal and irrevocable?”

Vivian smiled.

It was the saddest smile I had ever seen.

“Because you asked if I wouldn’t pay for my part,” she said softly. “And I will.”

And then, in a movement so fast I didn’t have time to process it, she raised the gun.

And pointed it at her own head.

“No!” I screamed.

And the gunshot rang out.

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