Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 560

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Gwen Gwen’s POV’s POV

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Chapter 560

Gwen’s POV

“Gwen, please,” he said, reaching out, his eyes pleading, desperate. “Calm down. Breathe. This is good, actually. It’s better this way. Now I can really help you, without lies between us. I can tell you everything that happened. I can contact your family, your brother Christian, who called looking for you. I can-”

“No, no, no,” I kept whispering like a mantra, shaking my head violently even though every movement sent fresh waves of pain crashing through my skull.

Nothing made sense, and at the same time, everything did.

Both realities existed at once, tearing my mind in opposite directions, splitting me straight down the

middle.

That was when the cabin door flew open with a loud, violent creak, as if someone had shoved it hard. Freezing air rushed into the small, warm space, making the flames in the fireplace leap wildly and sending ash swirling into the air.

Nick and I turned at the same time, our bodies reacting on instinct, eyes snapping toward the intrusion.

Paula stood in the doorway, framed by the blinding white of the snow outside. I recognized her instantly, even through the fog filling my head. But she wasn’t alone.

Two more figures stepped in behind her.

A dark-haired woman, her clothes clearly expensive even under a dusting of snow. And a tall man with a smile already forming, even in a moment like this.

I didn’t know their names.

My mind scrambled desperately, searching every corner, trying to grab the information, but it wasn’t there. Not accessible. And yet, at the same time, I knew them. I knew them in a deep, instinctive way that had nothing to do with names or specific memories or logic.

“Gwen!” the woman cried, her eyes locking onto mine immediately across the cabin. She hurried toward me, stumbling slightly in her rush. “Thank God you’re okay! We were so worried!”

And then the name struck my mind like lightning splitting the sky.

‘Mia. Cousin. Works with me. Kensington.’

And the man behind her, still wearing that infuriatingly smug smile.

‘Dante. Also a cousin. Also works with me. Also Kensington.’

Kensington, not Parker.

And then it was like a massive dam burst open inside my head, releasing a flood that had been held back for too long. Memories crashed through me in violent, overwhelming waves, each one hitting hard

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enough to knock me down if I hadn’t already been braced against the wall.

Christian sending me here, his instructions clear and precise. Evaluate the property discreetly. Don’t use the Kensington name. Pretend to be a marketing consultant looking for clients. The Valemont winery he wanted to acquire. The land that would be perfect for expansion. My mission to find out what it was worth, whether it was worth it, whether the family would sell.

Arriving at the inn. The heavy suitcase. The ice-covered stairs I should have noticed but didn’t. The fall, horrible and real and undeniable. The pain. The darkness.

Waking up in the hospital completely lost and confused, my brain trying to assemble a puzzle with half the pieces missing. Nick, a complete stranger my broken mind had decided to turn into my fiancé because that story made more sense than admitting I had no idea who the hell the man carrying me so carefully in his arms actually was.

The ring I had accepted with tears in my eyes. His mother’s ring, something that had seemed so meaningful and was actually meaningless because it was all a lie. Bella, the sweet, innocent little girl

given me a necklace and grown attached to me while I pretended it was all real.

built on illusion. Everything created by a brain desperately trying to fill holes that were never

a to exist.

Nick had let it happen.

He had gone along with it. He had played his part. He had lied. He had let me believe in something that

had never existed.

The memories kept coming, faster and faster, unstoppable like an avalanche. My job. My life in Florentia. Christian and the Kensington empire. Every detail of my real existence slamming back into place all at

once.

I saw Mia running toward me through a vision that was already starting to blur, her mouth moving fast, saying something I couldn’t process. I saw Nick trying to come closer too, his face white as paper, terrified. I saw Dante and Paula still near the door, watching it all unfold with stunned expressions.

The pain in my head intensified beyond anything I had ever felt before, as if my skull were literally about to split open under the pressure. Everything started spinning violently. The cabin. The people. The orange glow of the fire. All of it twisting into a nauseating whirl that dragged me downward, downward, into a dark and terrifying void.

I felt my legs give out beneath me. I felt my body start to fall, as if every thread holding me upright had

been cut at once.

And then, mercifully, everything went dark.

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